[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

Or let Qiling use you as the backstage, what is the difference from us! "

"Nonono, there is a big difference." I stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Huo Ling, "It is difficult to survive in today's society without a backstage, miss, you should know that, if the Wu family is the backstage, at least it won't let People think that the little brother is so famous because he tied up a woman, and secondly, we will not deliberately promote it, and let the future road be opened by the little brother, only these two points, we are completely different from you."

---------Zhang Qi Ling

The power of faith has been shockingly strong since ancient times, and even many wars were triggered by faith, such as the Crusades, the famous holy wars.

Mental domination is far more terrifying than physical domination.

The faces of the pilgrims who came and went around had solemn expressions, as if they were disrespectful to the huge Buddha statue sitting in the center of the Daxiong Hall if they had even the slightest joke in their hearts.I raised my head and looked at the golden Buddha statue. The folds of the clothes were lifelike and so smooth that people couldn’t help but want to touch them. The Buddha statue of Sakyamuni in the center looked at ease, and his slightly drooping eyes seemed to be watching him kneeling down. The people in front of them gave the illusion of a smile with uncurved mouth corners.

I can't help but be shocked by this kind of carving skills.

Every trace left by China in the long river of history is enough to move the whole world, and the wisdom of the ancient people is beyond imagination.

I took out three incense sticks of the same length from the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, lit them in the candlelight, raised the sandalwood to the top of my head in front of the huge Buddha statue, and bowed deeply three times.

Even as an atheist, in this environment, it is inevitable to want to show his most pious attitude.

Even if it is psychological comfort.

I knelt on the futon, put the incense in the censer, and stood up after prostrating three times.

"Young man, are you here to make a wish?"

Suddenly an old voice came from beside me, I turned my head, and an old woman who had already hunchback was standing beside me, holding what seemed to be a small red cloth bag praying for blessings.

Seeing me nodding, the old lady narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled kindly, "Young people come here just to pray for marriage, alas... we old people only hope for the safety of our family, and nothing else. As he spoke, he held up the cloth bag in his hand, "I also hope that this amulet, which I sincerely asked for, can bless the little boy at home to be safe when he goes out."

"you……"

"Oh, why did I mention this to you?" The old woman seemed to be a little annoyed and knocked her head, then smiled and looked at me, her eyes were not as cloudy as the old people's, but very clear, "This is the young man's first visit to Lingyin. Temple."

I nodded, and saw the old woman with a look of "as expected", "You must have come to look for the Sansheng Stone. That thing is just talking, after all, the Buddha is the most important thing in the temple, Sansheng III Maybe this thing will become the bondage of two people, you boy can treat other girls well for the rest of your life, who knows what will happen in the next life?" After saying that, he waved his hands and watched as he stood up on the futon and greeted us. The boy who came, with a softer smile on his brow, greeted me and left with the boy who looked about twenty.

Presumably that child is the mother-in-law's son.

I looked at the backs of the two people, and didn't lower my head until they were completely out of sight. After a slight pause, I walked out of the Daxiong Hall.

The old lady's words were engraved in the memory, and the tone of each word was very clearly presented in the bottom of my heart.

The feeling of confusion when I came here disappeared at this moment.

It's not that I didn't understand those words, but in the face of feelings and unpredictable people, hesitation replaced the clarity in my heart, and fogged things that could have been answered quickly. Maybe only a third party's confirmation , I can feel at ease.

I raised my head to look at the foggy winter sky, clenched my hands in my pockets slightly, turned around and walked towards Feilai Peak.

The. Fifty-first

---------Wu Xie

"Nonono, there is a big difference." I stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Huo Ling, "It is difficult to survive in today's society without a backstage, miss, you should know that, if the Wu family is the backstage, at least it won't let People think that the little brother is so famous because he tied up a woman, and secondly, we will not deliberately promote it, and let the future road be opened by the little brother, only these two points, we are completely different from you."

Huo Ling bit her lip and stared at me angrily, her eyes were almost spitting fire, but this kind of gaze didn't have much lethality to me, not to mention that she was just a woman, I didn't know how many times I faced my second uncle since I was a child Compared with Huo Ling, the impenetrable gaze made the second uncle's seemingly indifferent performance make people more flustered.

"Wu Xie, what do you mean!"

"What do I mean? This question doesn't seem right, Miss Huo Ling?" I raised my eyebrows to meet Huo Ling's gaze, and stepped back a few steps with my arms around my chest. On the stone wall, the sky in the distance was gray, which made me even more irritable, and my tone of voice was inevitably worse. "Today, you came to find me and interrupted me and my brother from paying homage to the Buddha. Now Instead, ask me what do you mean?"

Huo Ling gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, "I've explained what I mean, your answer!"

"My answer? I said it too, or did you not hear clearly?"

My words successfully angered Huo Ling, who was already on the verge of eruption, and her previous dignified mask was instantly shattered. She took two steps forward, raised her hand before I could react, and was about to hit me in the face. down.

It really is this development.

I closed my eyes, I didn't have time to hide and I was too lazy to hide. In the end, it was me and Poker Ping who were sorry for Huo Ling. There is nothing wrong with giving affection to someone. Huo Ling's feelings for Poker Ping were not pretending, so let her This slap can be regarded as a comfort to Wu Xie's conscience.

It only took a moment for the slap to slap me. I felt a chill in my heart, but the pain that should have fallen on my face did not come down. His eyes were as black as a millennium pool of water, and his left hand was holding tightly the hand that Huo Ling almost swung down.

I froze, not knowing how to react for a while.

Poker bottle is very angry now, no, perhaps it should be said that he is extremely angry.

I couldn't help shrinking back, even if this guy's anger wasn't directed at me, but that kind of refrigerator that seemed to emit cold air still made people tremble.

And judging by the situation, I'm sure Huo Ling will come to teach me after teaching me a lesson...

I saw Poker Bottle staring at me, as if to make sure that I had been eaten by Huo Ling. The see-through gaze made me tremble, and I stretched out my hand and shook it with a dry smile, " Then, that, little brother, why are you here?"

Pokerfinger's eyes stayed on my outstretched hand for a while, then turned to look at my face, the silent eyes were like the sea before the storm, my eyes were full of power, I froze, and looked back listlessly. Shrunk, trying to avoid the chill emanating from the bottle.

This guy's lethality is definitely comparable to that of Second Uncle, maybe directly surpassing Second Uncle's Super God.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and cautiously raised my eyes to look at Huo Ling, who seemed to have never breathed since the appearance of Poker Bottle. Only when Ping met his eyes did he suddenly come back to his senses, and wanted to withdraw his hand but couldn't.

Probably also felt the bad aura of Poker Bottle.

I was wondering how hard the bottle used to make Huo Ling turn pale, but I didn't dare to pull out my hand vigorously. Poker bottle suddenly opened his mouth, with no fluctuation in his tone, but the kindness seeped out of almost every pronunciation. The chill that came made me really feel what "sneering words" mean.

"what are you doing?"

"Get up, get up? I, no, that, you, why are you here?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth again. Sure enough, Huo Ling was like me. My first reaction was how could this stuffy oil bottle appear here. It stands to reason that he should wait obediently after receiving the message from me at the gate of the Daxiong Palace to reassure him. There, it's a bit abnormal to come to me like this.

Poker-Face did not answer Huo Ling's words, but instead held Huo Ling's wrist tightly in his palm, I could see a clear circle of red marks, it hurt me to look at it, let alone Huo Ling, a pampered big miss.

"Hiss... let go, it hurts..."

Poker-Face narrowed his eyes, shook off Huo Ling's hand, and lowered his voice, "What did you want to do just now?"

"I..." Huo Ling pursed her lips, and suddenly stared at me fiercely, her gaze seemed to want to eat me alive, which made me extremely depressed.

I didn't ask you to hit me, what are you doing staring at me?

What a strange woman.

"Wu Xie, I won't give up!" Huo Ling suddenly interrupted my slander, her tone was extremely firm and unusual, it should have been extremely touching, but it was very harsh to my ears.

I ignored Huo Ling, turned to look at Poker Ping, and sure enough, I also saw his slightly frowned brows, and sighed secretly.

Peach blossoms are not easy to cut, especially the gorgeous peach blossoms that have already bloomed are even more difficult to cut.

After Huo Ling finished speaking, she didn't seem to intend to listen to my answer. She glanced at Poker Bottle with an inexplicable expression, then turned around and quickly disappeared within our sight.

I was made very uncomfortable by Huo Ling's last ambiguous look at Poker Bottle, and I squeezed my neckline