Heavenly Confidential

The moonlight was shining brightly, reflecting the dim sky and the earth was a bit gloomy. In the ancestral hall, an eight or nine-year-old girl in a yellow shirt was crying at Yang Jian and Ao Cunxin. This made Princess Ao San suddenly have the illusion that she had really robbed her father... So Princess Ao San shook the lilac flower in her hand, sniffed it, and looked at her expressionless ex-husband heartlessly and said: , "Yang Jian, when did you have the time to marry another wife? And have a child?!"

Yang Jian slowly flapped his folding fan as if it had nothing to do with him. He didn't say a word when he heard Princess Ao's question, but curled his lips at Princess Ao calmly.Seeing the murderous smile of a certain god, Ao San Princess immediately closed her big mouth knowingly and wittily... Speaking of which, that smile is really terrible. According to Ao San Princess' analysis, apart from the charming element, there is also a part of the smile in that smile. A variety of complex elements, such as threats, such as intimidation, such as speechless, such as danger, such as calculations, such as many, many...

"Miss Yang, stop your tears first. Do you know these two?! But the person you are looking for?" Gathering up the courage to ask, why is Miss Yang crying all the time, is she just talking? !If he cries all night, will the old man still sleep? !But looking at the scene, I really can't tell if this Mr. Yang is Miss Yang's father, because if you say that Mr. Yang is not Miss Yang's father, Miss Yang has been crying since she saw this Mr. Yang.If it is true, looking at this Mr. Yang's expression that this matter has nothing to do with him, how come it doesn't look like father and daughter meeting each other?The girl in the pink shirt was even more clueless...

"Yang Jian will give you half a stick of incense time to settle all this." Before the girl could answer, Yang Jian suddenly put away the folding fan and said coldly, "Everyone, this girl has something to say to you." You said, Yang Jian and his wife should go outside the courtyard to escape for a while."

Looking at the back of Yang Jian's departure, the girl raised her eyebrows, and secretly estimated, seeing that the reaction was still at the first level, she should not be very angry...

Outside the courtyard, the moon and stars were sparse, and Yang Jian was very depressed. It seemed that the surprise he had carefully prepared would be useless tonight.

"Yang Jian, don't you really know that kid?!" Ao Cunxin asked in a low voice while playing with the lilac in her hand. , very familiar."

"Very familiar?! How familiar?!" He raised his eyebrows, and felt that the hand holding Lilac was a bit heavier. Although he knew it was impossible, he was still a little nervous. A child can fall from the sky after drinking a wedding wine, and this child is his own and Yang Jian's own flesh and blood, can it be more outrageous than this? !Princess Ao firmly believes that everything is possible...

"What does the third princess think?" Yang Jian, who was dressed in white, looked up at the moon in the sky lightly, and threw the question to the third princess Ao by the way.

"Isn't it really your child?! Could it be that her mother is Chang'e?!" Princess Ao San's voice was low and mysterious, as if excited, "If so, you can admit it generously, This princess will definitely keep it a secret for you!"

Waving the ink fan that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, Yang Jian raised his sword eyebrows involuntarily, and mercilessly knocked the fan on Ao Cunxin's head. How could this woman have such a rich imagination? !

"What are you doing! It hurts! No, no, who are you hitting!" Princess Ao groaned angrily, covering her head, "Don't tell me that Master Zhenjun, who is knowledgeable and talented, doesn't know the famous saying that a gentleman speaks but doesn't move?" ?!"

"The third princess who is very knowledgeable doesn't know how to write the word Shenyan?" Looking at the wrinkled face of the third princess Ao covering her head, a certain god couldn't help being in a good mood, "Besides, is it Yang Jian's child? The third princess, don’t you think Yang Jian should ask you more?!”

"Whether this girl is your child or not, how would this princess know?!" Jue pouted, and Princess Ao shook her head arrogantly, "Master Zhenjun's secrecy skills are well-known in the three realms! This princess is far behind..."

"It's easy to talk about other things, but the only thing about whether you have had a child or not, the third princess, you, Yang Jian, a mother, can't hide it. Don't you think so?!" Yang Jian who folded the fan, and Princess Ao San who was slowly coming back to the memory suddenly blushed, lowered her head and threw herself into Yang Jian's arms, slightly lowered her head, and said coquettishly, "I hate... who will have a baby with you..."

Songziju

"You great gods stay here permanently. The Poor Monk's Song Zi Ju is really luxuriant, but the narrow space of the Song Zi Ju has wronged you all." Song Zi Avalokitesvara glanced at the old man who was sitting in a room full, and called a Headache, that's called depression, but years of edification in Buddhism made Songzi Guanyin restrain her inner dissatisfaction.

"It's okay, old Taoists will never dislike Bodhisattvas!" Yuanshi Tianzun sitting at the top smiled and looked at Songzi Guanyin with a very tolerant smile, "Although this place is a bit small and there is no meat to eat, we will not dislike it Don't worry, Bodhisattva." As soon as Yuanshi Tianzun finished speaking, the twelve Kunlun immortals nodded in agreement, and some even patted Bodhisattva's thin and thin shoulders compassionately. It was a huge blow, so he lowered his head and roared in a low voice, "But the poor monk despises you!"

"Bodhisattva, please be careful. Are you saying this to break the peace between our Taoist and Buddhist families for many years?!" Master Puxian took a sip of tea calmly, and looked up with a sad tone recalling the past. From an artistic point of view, he said calmly, "This can't help but remind Pindao of the Great War of Conferred Gods back then. Although that war was clearly said to be a battle between emperors in the mortal world, we all knew it in our hearts. It was actually just because The two teachings of explaining the robbery are incompatible. Thinking about it at the time, I was too impulsive, so I made people miserable, and now the Bodhisattva wants to repeat the same mistakes?!"

"Senior brother, aren't you threatening the Bodhisattva?!" Qingxu Daodezhen said with a fan of the seven birds, feeling the grateful eyes of the Bodhisattva, and continued, "Although the Bodhisattva has detained our nephew and grandson for more than 1000 years. It’s very unkind, but if we break with Buddhism because of this matter, if all beings in the three realms know about it, they won’t laugh at us for making a fuss?! Is it unkind to be a god?!” Sure enough, the person who expected this teaching to have a conscience discovery is Delusion, absolute delusion!Glancing at the real Yuding who was carefully wiping the Zhanxian sword with an extremely sinister smile, Songzi Guanyin closed his eyes resignedly, and the Buddha said, taking a step back and taking a deep breath, "Everyone, just now the poor monk made a slip of the tongue Alright, since everyone likes the poor monk's Songziju, then... just stay here."

"That's right!" Master Tianzun stretched his waist with a smile, "To be honest, you are really too young, so the old Taoists plan to take turns staying here with you, but since we are all here today, we will make an exception!"

Speechlessly looking at Lord Tianzun, Songzi Guanyin is hesitating whether to reply, is it a great honor? !But obviously, Lord Tianzun just informed him politely that he didn't intend to hear his response, because Lord Tianzun said after saying "By the way, the old man wants to see the great-grandson of the old man, so stop chatting with the Bodhisattva!" , then voluntarily and consciously went to the North House with his apprentice.Looking at the backs of these great gods in Kunlun, Guanyin sent his hands together and prayed very devoutly, "Namo Amitabha, let Chanjiao and these old men never be able to buy hot sauce when they eat drunken chicken in this life!"