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"There is a banquet at the City Lord's Mansion tonight, do you want to go?" Ling Qu asked.It's not that he's looking for Sijin for nothing.

"Of course I have to go." Sijin said, "What's wrong?"

Ling Qu smiled, a pair of fox eyes reflected Sijin's pure and clear face: "Then, do you know whether Jingwang will go or not?"

Sijin was puzzled: "Why are you asking this? How could I know the itinerary of the deputy city lord?"

Ling Qu sighed softly, and changed into a slightly melancholy expression, as if he was deeply troubled: "I want to see him. It's just that there is no way."

Sijin couldn't understand this: "Even the commander of the fire army can't see the deputy city lord?"

In his impression, Jingwang was not busy, and sometimes even came to Taihe Temple to have tea and play chess with the abbot, definitely not as hard to see each other as Ling Qu said.

What's more, Jingwang has always been a kind person, very easy to talk to, and will not be unreasonable.

"If you see him tonight, remember to tell me." Ling Qu said.

Sijin nodded subconsciously, then shook her head quickly when she remembered something: "No way. Senior brother won't allow me to run around at the banquet."

Thinking of Sijin's extraordinarily flustered expression last night, Ling Qu frowned imperceptibly.

The little monk seemed to listen to his brother very much.

He thought for a while, and asked Sijin seriously: "Is it really possible that there is nothing at all?"

Sijin is a soft-hearted person, he hesitated after asking such a question: "If I insist, brother may agree..."

Ling Qu, who had achieved his goal, smiled, and his long and narrow eyes widened: "That's it, very good."

He said and left.But Sijin grabbed her sleeve.

"Wait a minute," Sijin said.

Ling Qu looked sideways at him.

Sijin found that the temperature in his eyes disappeared so quickly, so that this cold sideways look made him feel strange.

"Why do you want to see Jingwang?" Sijin asked.

This person is not a good person.Sijin didn't want to help the evildoer, so he wanted to ask the reason.

"Because," Ling Qu's gaze shifted, and half of his backlit face was hidden in the darkness, which shrouded him in mystery. "I've thought about it for a long time, and I think it makes sense for him to say 'turning back is the shore'."

Si Jin was puzzled.

Ling Qu laughed lightly, and continued: "I will kill myself to be benevolent, and make him a world-famous reputation, what do you think?"

Sijin's fair face turned pale in an instant.

"You want to die in front of Jingwang?!"

What is this poisonous peacock thinking?Even if you repent halfway through the evil deeds, you should use the rest of your life to redeem your sins, how can you just die! !

Ling Qu was noncommittal: "I know that my hands are full of sins, and the Buddha has long since refused to save me. What about you, you and I have some kind of friendship, if I die, can you save me?"

Sijin said seriously, "I won't save you."

"Why?"

Sijin said with a straight face, "I only save people, not peacocks."

Peacock?Ling Qu's immovable fox smile rarely showed a bit of ignorance.

"You mean, me?" he asked, pointing to himself.

"Who else but you?" Sijin said angrily.

Ling Qu smiled, and thought helplessly, so in the eyes of the little monk, he was a peacock.Why is it a peacock?Ling Qu made up his usual image, okay.It can only be said that this metaphor is really not a powerful and unconstrained style.

It is quite like a peacock.

"Don't you Buddhists treat all living beings equally?" He said shamelessly, "Don't you save peacocks?"

"If I don't save you, I won't save you. If you really want to die, please ask another master." Sijin said.

For some reason, when he heard Ling Qu's pretendingly easy-going phrase "kill one's life and become benevolent", his heart twitched violently.Till now they are all sad.

It can be seen that deep down in my heart, I don't want Ling Qu to die.But why?Obviously he is not a good person.

Could it be that after staying with bad people for a long time, he gradually turned bad?Sijin was startled.

"It's strange." Ling Qu was amused by his angry appearance, "I don't even do door-to-door business."

"Forget it." He said, "If you don't spend it, don't spend it."

"Just let me float on the River of Forgetfulness after I die, and wait for you to cross the river one day and drag you into the water." He said.

Listen to what people say?

This is what the peacock said.

Sijin took a deep breath and said seriously, "Don't die."

Ling Qu's smile faded: "How to say?"

Sijin said: "You have to believe that even if thousands of people in this world want you to die, as long as there is one person who wants you to live, you have a reason to live."

It sounds reasonable.

Ling Qu said: "So, the only person is you?"

Amid Lingqu's chuckle, Sijin choked for a moment.

Then, before he knew what happened, Ling Qu gently pushed him out of the corner, and looked at Lan Wu who was looking for him everywhere.

"Do you monks in Taihe Temple like hide-and-seek so much?" Lan Wu said, "I'm going to die if I can't find you!"

"Sorry." Sijin lowered her eyes.Ling Qu's words just now played back in his mind.

There seems to be a fire burning between the foreheads, which shows that the sky is starting to heat up.

The city lord's mansion hosted a banquet in the evening.Brightly lit.

According to the rules, the invited monks should neither come too early nor too late, so Sijin and his brother went back to the inn to rest for a while, and then set off when the time came.

Sijin on the mansion not only saw monks from all over the world, but also saw the guards of the city lord's mansion mixed among them.For some reason, he always felt that it was a pity that these tall and straight guards were trapped in this well-like mansion and dealt with trivial matters every day.

But this has nothing to do with him, he just sighed with emotion.

After exchanging greetings with other monks, the brother took him to the table.After he took the seat, he looked around, but he didn't see Ling Qu.

After a cup of tea, Jingwang came.

Si Jin didn't find it strange at all.Jing Wang worships Buddha, he will definitely come to such a grand Buddhist meeting.

When all the monks saw Jing Wang, they all got up and saluted, Jing Wang is not the host today, but also one of the invited guests, so he hurriedly told them not to be too polite, just wait for the banquet to start.

So Sijin whispered to her brother, "Can I go out for a while?"

Ling Song gave him a strange look: "The banquet is about to start, what are you going out for now?"

Sijin couldn't tell why.

Ling Song sighed and said, "Forget it, go and come back quickly."

Sijin's eyes lit up, she said "yes", and quickly left the table.

But he searched left and right in the huge city lord's mansion, but couldn't find Ling Qu.

This peacock only let himself find him, but he didn't tell himself how to find him!

Seeing that the banquet is about to start, what should I do?

While hesitating, a pale figure swayed behind him, dragging him to an inaccessible place.

Ling Qu was rarely dressed in white today, with a well-defined outline, his wide cuffs were slightly rolled up to his wrists, and he was wiping his hands with a wet handkerchief.

Sijin smelled a faint smell of blood, but only for a moment, and then was enveloped by a sweet and melodious fragrance.

This fragrance is very familiar, and it was also the same fragrance that enveloped the bird's golden fur that day.

"The table is about to start, won't you take a seat?" Ling Qu asked.

You have the nerve to ask me!

Sijin said, "Jingwang is here, don't you want to see him?"

Ling Qu gave a "huh" and said leisurely: "There is no rush. Today the city lord hosted a banquet and set up a stage. I will go up and sing later."

Singing?Sijin couldn't understand him anymore.

Could it be that all the young commanders in the world are as versatile and versatile as him?

"I remember that you love the dim sum at the City Lord's Mansion very much." Ling Qu changed the subject.

Si Jin replied subconsciously: "Yes."

There is one thing to say, the dim sum in the City Lord's Mansion is really unforgettable for him.

Ling Qu said "hmm" again, and said inexplicably, "You can eat more later."

So Sijin had no choice but to go back and sit down with question marks.

Dozens of tables of banquets were placed in the back garden of the city lord's mansion, and everyone in the mansion was busy serving dishes.

There are only vegetarian dishes, but the dishes and presentation are very particular, which is also a rare enjoyment for monks.

It's just that Sijin found out that besides the vegetarian dishes, there were boxes of snacks lined up on their table without interruption.The dishes on the next table are all ready, and they are still serving dim sum at this table.

"It's weird." Sijin heard the fat monk sitting next to him say, "Is this dish wrong?"

Ten or eight snack boxes are almost on the table, why are they still on the table?Looking at the other tables, how could their table be so exaggerated?

Sijin lowered her head and bit her chopsticks, not daring to speak.

Ling Song took food for him: "Since the city lord is polite, you and I will try to eat as much as possible, so as to live up to his kindness."

Sijin said "OK".

While eating, he suddenly shouted: "Madame of the city lord is here—"

Everyone raised their heads.With the support of two well-dressed servants, the city lord's wife slowly stepped up to the high platform.She has been suffering from illnesses all year round, and her complexion is very bad, but her good attire makes her look a little more attractive at this moment, and she looks extraordinarily dignified and elegant, which makes people feel respectful.

She stood still on the high platform, looked down, and said, "The city lord asked me to convey to all the eminent monks that he got some heat due to the sudden change of weather, and the cold he had not healed a few days ago, his throat was broken, and he needs to rest. It’s only been a while since I came to see you all. It’s just that I can’t serve tea to the masters nearby, so I ask the masters to forgive me, and I can do everything as I like.”

He had long heard that Wumazhen was cunning and vicious, but he didn't expect to behave in a polite manner, even if it was an exaggeration to suffer from heatstroke and cold, but he couldn't fault it.Some monks who were dissatisfied with Wumazhen's expressions softened slightly at this moment.

"It is rumored that Mrs. Wumazhen has not shown her face in front of outsiders for ten years. What kind of wind blows today to bring her here?" A monk said.

"Seeing her today is enough to prove that the rumors are not true. This Shao Wenxiang walks freely, how can he look like he has been paralyzed in bed all year round?" Another monk said.

Sijin also took a look.However, under her calm appearance, the knuckles of her hand supporting the servant's arm were turning white, showing that she had exerted too much force.

Perhaps, the truth is not as simple as imagined.

After Sijin ate two pieces of snacks, the city lord came.

As soon as he came, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and there was no sound.

Different from the style of the past, today's Wuma is really quiet. After stepping onto the high platform, he turned around and sat down, as if he had no intention of greeting everyone.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him.

His face was hidden behind the black veil, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. He could only hear a few hoarse coughs. He bowed his head and covered the cough with his hands, which was enough to show the severity of the wind and cold.

Shao Wenxiang stood beside him, delivering tea to him.

Wuma really said "Thank you" hoarsely.

It seems to be Jing Er, who raised the case and had a deep love for Qi Mei and his wife.

When the audience saw it, they could only continue to pick up their chopsticks.Sijin was also eating, but for some reason, she always felt that there was a pair of eyes on the stage staring at him.

He couldn't help but look up, but didn't find anything suspicious.

Biting his snack suspiciously, he thought:

Could it be that Gao Tai has his own eyes?

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Ling Qu: As we all know, White Snake is a fox in peacock skin.