Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Everyone in the whole palace knew that the master of the state had finally found the beauty with the appearance of a white fox, but he watched closely and didn't want anyone to have a chance to see the appearance of this little beauty.

The skinny old man in a dragon robe got off the sedan chair and walked eagerly to the Xingxing Pavilion where Chu Heng was, without waiting for the palace supervisor to inform him.

"National Teacher! Chu Guoshi!" The old emperor was so thin that he seemed to have only a few bones left, his bloodshot eyeballs in his eye sockets were bulging frighteningly, and his withered claw-like hands were carelessly pushing aside layers of veils. His voice was trembling, "I heard that you have found the white fox. Is there hope for your longevity technique?"

Through the ghost-like translucent veil, one can vaguely see a man in white with loose long hair sitting cross-legged on the futon with his face propped up on one hand, and a slender figure leaning on his knees, crowing. The smooth long black hair is like a lingering stream, winding down along the folds of the snow-colored clothes. You can't see your face, only one of Chu Heng's hands is lazily caressing the boy's jet-black hair. A small section of the back of the plain white neck was exposed by the boy.

A string of red sandalwood-colored Buddhist beads was wrapped around the hanging hand of the young man, making the fingertips even more radiant, as if carved from white jade.

When the old emperor came in, there was too much movement. The boy who was sleeping on the man's lap moved unsteadily. Chu Heng used a little force with his fingers to comfort the boy who was struggling to sit up, making him feel dazed. and fell asleep again:

"Your Majesty, the law of longevity involves changing one's life against the sky, how can it be cultivated overnight." Chu Heng's voice is quite good, with a natural low and softness that can easily confuse people's hearts, making people involuntarily indulge in it , unknowingly became his puppet.

"Now in order to continue the life of His Majesty, it has violated the principles of heaven and morality. Naturally, it will take more time to live forever."

Chu Heng carefully stroked the boy's frost-white nape, like stroking a disobedient kitten, pinching the protruding round neck bone of the boy's nape inch by inch, with a careless tone in his tone.

The old emperor rubbed his hands, and a flattering smile appeared on his thin and dry face: "What the national teacher said is naturally reasonable. It is the blessing of the national teacher that the widow can continue to live until now. If the national teacher wants more offerings , I will do my best to satisfy you."

The man in the golden mask just looked down at the boy on his lap with a gentle smile. He reached out to touch the string of red sandalwood beads on the boy's wrist, but his fingertips were burned unexpectedly.

The face under the mask was suddenly cold, and the tense muscles on the side of the cheek were faintly visible through clenched teeth.

The damn old bald ass.

Even if he died, he would not live in peace.

"If you want to live forever, you need to sacrifice more flesh and blood. It depends on what your Majesty is willing to do." The man's eyes were cold, with a completely inorganic coldness, as if he were some kind of inhuman creature.

Just by looking into his eyes, there is an endless chill in the bottom of my heart.

The old emperor was still brainwashed to the point of being completely insane. He stumbled forward and looked at Chu Heng with bare eyes: "As long as I can make the widow live forever, even at the cost of the whole country, the widow is willing."

The boy on the lap was finally woken up.

He lifted up a beautiful little face that was full of color on both cheeks from sleep, and the snow-white complexion made the cinnabar between the eyebrows as coquettish as blood.Black hair, pale face, sculpted and delicate eyebrows and eyes.

It looks like a cannibal goblin walking out of an ancient painting, and also like a goddess who is not stained with dust in the nine heavens.

The emperor didn't expect that the so-called white fox beauty would have such a disturbing and mysterious color, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and subconsciously took a step forward: "This...is the white fox..."

Chu Heng parted his lips and looked coldly at the skeleton-like old emperor: "Your Majesty."

It was just this sound that brought the old emperor back to his senses in an instant. Cold sweat fell down unconsciously on the forehead of the person who dared to covet the national teacher just now. The old emperor sneered and changed the subject: "In order to repay the kindness of the national teacher, I can ask for anything. promise."

"Are you asking..." Chu Heng played with the boy's icy white earlobe, seeing that the earlobe gradually became rouge-colored, the little fox was not happy about being pinched, and turned his face to stare ferociously with his watery blue eyes glanced at him.

Chu Heng laughed and covered the boy's ears.Jiang Chi only felt that his hearing seemed to be shielded, and he could only vaguely hear a few fragments of words through a hazy barrier.

The little fox furiously whipped him secretly with its tail.

Chu Heng wrapped his whole body around him with a good temper, and those vertical pupils like snakes looked coldly at the old emperor who was not much different from a madman.

"Your Majesty does not know that the so-called method of longevity still lacks secret materials."

"The secret is hidden in the Liuli Temple in the western suburbs of Bianjing City."

……

"Fufeng." An old voice sounded in the silent meditation room.

The young and handsome monk lowered his eyebrows and bowed in a low voice: "The disciple is here."

Monk Minghui knocked on the wooden fish more slowly, his long snow-white eyebrows drooped down the ends of his eyebrows. In the past, the naughty little fox liked to play jokes on Master Minghui's two long eyebrows.

It's just that now... the little fox doesn't know if he is doing well in the Sikong Mansion.

"The Liuli Temple has a history of 120 years now, but when it comes to Lao Na, it will be buried."

A bad premonition floated in Fufeng's heart, he frowned: "Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Monk Minghui let out a long sigh, his snow-white eyebrows were trembling, and the sound of wooden fish echoed in the meditation room for a long time: "Fufeng, you are the most proficient disciple in Buddhism in this generation, in the future, the task of guarding Liuli Temple will be up to you Take it on one shoulder."

Fufeng has always been taciturn, he lowered his eyes, but he didn't know where his thoughts drifted, and he said awkwardly after a long while: "Is something going to happen? Master."

"Master, I know that you are upset." Ming Hui half-closed his eyes, "For the sake of the peace of the temple, I sent him to Sikong Mansion."

"If you want in the future, bring him back."

With the sound of wooden fish in the meditation room, Fufeng raised his eyes, looking at the golden Maitreya with downcast eyes and smiling compassion, his thin lips unconsciously pursed.

"Fufeng, it was for your own good that I made this decision as a teacher. It's just that you are destined to die like this. You can't hide and you can't escape."

"I look at the sentient beings in Jambudvipa, and every thought and thought is a crime."

The old monk's eyebrows trembled slightly in the cold and still air, and the Buddhist verses he recited in a low voice sounded like a giant bell in Fufeng's head, shaking his head to buzz.

"People live and die alone in the midst of love and desire, go and come alone, suffer and enjoy themselves, and there is no substitute."

The young monk raised his eyes suddenly, looking at the old man who passed away suddenly in disbelief.

Monk Minghui has passed away.

"Master?"

His voice was trembling, and he subconsciously looked at the golden Buddha statue that was always compassionate and compassionate.

He took one step at a time, almost unable to find the center of gravity of his body, and was about to fall forward.

What did the master say before he passed away?

"Isn't it a crime to move your heart and mind?" He murmured, and suddenly a young man smiling at him with a pair of blue eyes appeared in his mind.