The old monster loves the poor monk

Wu Li shook his head helplessly, he should go back to his room and stay there.

This group of demons and ghosts is too nonsensical. He has to be called a morning star, and he has to shoulder the fate of demons and monsters. Please, is he a good person? He immediately put these monsters back into the seal.

But when it comes to monsters, Wu Li still has some impressions that he can remember. The dream he always had. In the dream, there was a person holding him. They were in a dark and gloomy water. He didn't even have a chance to see that person's face clearly, but he only remembered the purple clothes fluttering in front of his eyes.

At last the man said to him: "You are a human being, and you will be a morning star."

He grabbed the man's sleeve and refused to let go. The man said: "Don't be afraid, I will also enter this reincarnation."

After Wu Li thought about it, the only monster that could have something to do with him was this one in his dream. As for the baby ginseng, the villainous chaos, and Zhu Jiuyin, they were all out of reach. He had to find a way to hide Open this catastrophe is.

These monsters are all supernatural powers, he has to think of a way to feel at ease, Wu Li rested his chin and fell into deep thought.

Kong Ming meditated in silence until the sky was about to dawn, the first ray of sunlight in the sky shone through the curtains into the room and sprinkled on his face, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sky light that dyed the white curtains yellowish, he was without thoughts He spent the whole night peacefully, but when he opened it, the problem that had been bothering him surfaced again.

Who is Yu Ling?

If he didn't find the answer to this question, he would always feel something was wrong.

How many of those memories about Ling are really Yu Ling?Or are they all Qiyu?

Kongming stared at the curtains and wandered away for a while, then closed his eyes again, and found the door of the previous life, the crack of memory again in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness.

He passed through, and the purple bamboo forest brushed its branches and leaves in the wind. He tried hard to see what happened in this purple bamboo forest, who was the person who spent tens of thousands of years with him in this bamboo forest.

Qiyu was the first to come here. At that time, he didn't have a name. He was known as the holy beast in the world, Jade Qilin. Jade Qilin was his name, but Ziseng never called him that.

The 100th year, the 1000th year, the 1th year.

There was no Yu Ling here, Qiyu who was lying on his lap and caressing his cheek was also Qiyu who bent over and pressed his lips against his lips and smiled and asked if this was lust.

In the past it was Qiyu, and the one who thought it was Yu Ling was also Qiyu...

Until the soul of a young man slowly drifted into the purple bamboo forest, the young man held his sleeves, and when he saw him, he shouted angrily: "O Fudo Ming! Here I come!"

Zi Monk opened his eyes and looked at the young man carefully, seeing clearly the cause and effect of his previous life: "Shan Gao, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Shan Gao was furious: "I'm dead! Can't you see it!" He couldn't help mumbling: "The human body is really fragile. I just fell and died again." As soon as his soul left his body, he immediately remembered that he was Shan Gao in his previous life. After thinking about it, the more powerful people only knew Fudo Myoko, so he searched for it.

He was full of indignation and didn't say what he wanted in the end. He dawdled until the third day before he said half-heartedly: "Then, then you get me a body, I don't want to go into reincarnation again."

Ziseng nodded, then raised his finger to the soil under the purple bamboo, the pile of soil slowly stood up and formed the shape of a person, Shan Gao shouted: "Make it look better!"

Zi Monk stood up and walked towards the pile of human-shaped clay, raised his hand and stroked the cheek of the clay figurine with his fingertips, under his hands, the face of the clay figurine gradually appeared, with beautiful bones and flesh.

Zi Monk approached the cheeks of the clay sculptures, one person and one sculpture were very close, he blew a breath towards the nose of the clay sculpture, and the clay sculpture turned into a human body, the clay color faded away and the skin was like jade.

Shan Gao hurriedly moved in.

The clay sculpture opened its eyes.

The words Yu Ling said suddenly appeared in Kong Ming's ears, "This mountain paste, from a human perspective, looks like a pig, and its whole body is as bright as a pill fire. It is born to speak, and it especially likes to swear." '

'You like to hear him swear. '

Yu Ling is actually a mountain ointment...

Qiyu stood aside and watched this scene, watching the purple monk rubbing his fingertips inch by inch, his face gradually became clear under his hands, Qiyu embraced his hands and admired the birth of the clay sculpture: "So you like Such a look."

Kong Ming opened his eyes, he found the origin of Yu Ling, and whether the origin with him was deep or shallow, it turned out to be mountain ointment.

But thinking about it, he has been with Yu Ling for so long, and he has never seen Yu Ling swearing at anyone. Could it be that his temper has worn away in the past tens of thousands of years?

Yu Ling looked at Kong Ming with the look in his eyes from time to time, and didn't know what he was looking at, so he glanced at him and then came up to hug him with a smile.

Yu Ling raised his eyebrows: "What's the good news?"

Kong Ming rested his chin on the mausoleum's shoulder, and pressed his forehead intimately against his cheek: "My birthday is the day after tomorrow." August 29th was the day he entered Zayeba Monastery.

"Do you want to ask for a gift?"

Kong Ming straightened up, looked at Yu Ling with serious eyes: "Yes."

"what do you want?"

"want you."

Yu Ling's expression was not at all turbulent: "Can't you live with me for the rest of your life? Can't bear it after these few days?"

The so-called clay body can not be stained with dirt, love - lust is naturally impossible.

"As long as you are willing to be my man, it will be our whole life if you say so." Kong Ming stretched out his hand to hold Yu Ling's hand, interlocking his fingers and intertwining his slender knuckles.

Yu Ling was silent for a while: "Okay, then from today onwards, you are mine too."

Kong Ming smiled, and stretched out his little finger to him: "Pull the hook."

Yu Ling looked at Kong Ming's little finger and shook his head.

He also did this in the purple bamboo forest, stretching out his little finger to the immobile monk, with the knuckles slightly bent.

"Zi Monk, I learned this from the world. If you pull the hook, you will never regret it in your life."

"Zi Monk, what do you mean by that? It's far worse than the Nine Heavens Thunder Oath. Why does everyone in the world love this?"

Zi Monk opened his eyes: "People have no way, and they don't know the world, but there is only one piece of true heart, a square inch of heaven and earth, between two fingers." He stretched out his hand, hooked his last finger with his last finger, then released it and closed it again. Put your eyes in concentration.

Kong Ming stared blankly at his outstretched little finger, and then withdrew his hand resentfully.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time: "It's August 27th, 53:[-] in the morning, which is the day we officially get together."

Seeing Kong Ming's serious appearance, Yu Ling's lukewarm expression warmed up two points: "Then don't forget."

Kong Ming looked proud: "No, I'm so smart, how could I forget it."

Yu Ling raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "You."

A row of plants on the balcony are blooming just right. Wu Duyin’s jasmine bears white buds with many branches. The petals are round and white and stacked among the green leaves. Lin Caijun’s aloe has triangular leaves in circles. Shen Yining The leaves of his money tree were row upon row, and his forlan bloomed quietly next to them.

Kong Ming took out his mobile phone and sent a group message:

'It's my birthday the day after tomorrow, so prepare the presents. '

As the saying goes, if you don't have any enmity, you can't get married, so he should give them a good fortune to promote the accumulation of karmic debts between them.

Lin Caijun slapped the table hard when he received a text message: "This lama has learned badly! He has learned this trick."

Feiran's cell phone rang twice, and Lin Caijun angrily said, "He wouldn't send you too, would he? Shameless." Lin Caijun fell into deep thought.

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Feiran: "What should we give? How annoying!"

Shen Yining received Kong Ming's text message and handed the phone to Wu Duyin. Looking at the words in the text message, Wu Duyin could roughly imagine Kong Ming's calm and thoughtful suppressed smile.

But maybe it is not that kind of expression, the one who has that kind of expression is the little lama of Zayeba Monastery who is not familiar with the world, Kongming is not just this little lama, he is also the purple robe monk in her memory.

Exactly the same face, amazing speed of practice.

Zhongli Guihai sat opposite her, leading all the members of the Zhengling team, and they were sitting on the train to Zhengling.

The light and shadow among the trees passed by the car window, Wu Duyin sat indifferently in front of the car window, the warm sun shone on her skin, but what she remembered was the fire rain.

The roc flies high, spreads its wings, and the hurricane rises violently, the fire and rain fall, and the hell on earth.

She thought she could finally live a good life, but found out.

Life is better than death.

Those only beliefs that she held tightly in the palm of her hand had become dilapidated but still could not let go, easily turned into powder in that fire rain.

Wu Duyin turned her head to look out the window and closed her eyes: "The day after tomorrow, give him a big gift, I want to pay him back, and there are many."

Kong Ming received their replies one by one, and most of them replied with simple and clear words such as "yes" and "um". Yes, I spent time with my seniors and brothers. At that time, everyone didn't mention the gifts when they were out and about, they just kept eating, and he was the first to mention the gifts. It's really a shame for him.

He can still settle the account in such an orderly manner, it seems that he shouldn't be too angry.

What surprised him the most was the reply letter he received from Shen Yining.

'I don't have time the day after tomorrow, so I won't send it. '

This is not like Shen Yining's style, he is the type who will ask others to deliver when he is not free, a rich man who is very considerate inside and outside, and he has not provoked him, not to the extent that he wants to show his face.

But speaking of unfamiliarity, there was indeed a gap. From the time when Shen Jining plotted him to go to Yu Ling, a estrangement was born.

Shen Yining is so smart, he felt the special treatment Yu Ling gave him at the very beginning, and encouraged him to get too close to Yu Ling in order to achieve his goal. Later, he found out that this also gave Shen Yining a little embarrassment, except because of Yu Ling, more What is dissatisfied is that he betrayed his friends in order to achieve his goal.

But in the final analysis, it is actually a matchmaker between the two of them.

It's just that the two of them are married, and it's too late to formally announce to their relatives and friends, and the barrier hasn't been resolved yet.

Let's go to the hospital tomorrow and find a way to wake up Wu Duyin earlier.