My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 8 God of Mountains and Rivers
Jingchen Temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

The moonlight is heavy and the autumn colors are rich.

Shen Qingjie sat behind the curtain of the Buddhist hall, holding a wooden hammer and striking wooden fish. He looked a bit ethereal under the shadow of thousands of candles.

"If you don't believe it, why bother coming to worship." A young monk, wrapped in his abbot's cassock, lifted the curtain and entered.

The sound of hitting the wooden fish was steady and not chaotic, and he said faintly: "Please calm down."

Hearing this, the host smiled, and at that moment, he looked like the monstrous monk in troubled times: "You are covered in slaughter, maybe the gods and Buddhas saw you, and they all took a detour. Land, soak for a moment and give you needles."

"Oh?" The tone was slightly raised, the narrow fox eyes were raised, and a wrinkle was drawn. The slender knuckles hooked out of the food box under the Buddha statue. With a pick of the fingertips, the wooden cover was overturned, revealing everything that had been chewed inside. A chicken bone with half shredded meat: "People who cultivated in the Qing Dynasty still had the smell of meat."

The monk couldn't stop him in time and jumped to his feet: "What do you know! The wine and meat passed through the intestines and stayed in the Buddha's heart. Drinking and eating meat will not disturb the poor monk's heart towards the Buddha. This shows that he is firm."

Saying that, he knelt down to cover the food box, stuffed it under the Buddha statue, and looked back at the door. Seeing that there were no other monks, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Since that's the case, then what are you afraid of?" He still smiled gently, as if no one could shake his complexion, "I am also blood-stained three feet, and the gods and Buddhas are in my heart."

"Fart! You evil star, you have gods and Buddhas in your heart? I'm afraid that the Buddha statue in front of my hall will be angry, and I'm not afraid of flashing my tongue!" The monk blushed annoyed by what he said.

"Vald donkey," he brushed his slender fingers across the black golden begonia hanging from his waist, and said calmly, "my god Buddha, how could it be such a dead thing made of gold? She will stand on the top of the mountains forever Sifang, whose name is Wanze, has made outstanding achievements through the ages, and I want her to be the only God Lord of mountains and rivers in this heaven and earth."

The monk was startled, and then narrowed his bewitching eyes: "Even if you broke your heart and soul in life, you will never recover after death?"

"Yes, never die, never stop," he said with firm eyes and a smile on his thin lips.

"You are really crazy." The monk pursed his lips, and his expression returned to normal.

"The national humiliation is still unresolved, if you are not crazy, there is no reward," he brushed off his sleeves, "how long can we last at most?"

He didn't say anything, but the monk understood and regained his composure.

"Half Moon," the monk saw his expression and knew that he was not satisfied, "not to mention the tolerance of your broken body, you rashly increased the dose of medicine, and the attack was like eroding the bones and gouging out the heart."

"Two months."

The monk bit his back molars, making his entire lower jaw tense, a bit cold: "One month at most! Don't talk about it anymore."

"it is good."

Immediately, the monk realized that the words "two months" were just a way of bargaining with him. The corners of his mouth twitched and he complained: "I must have owed you something in my previous life."
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On this day, the clouds were mottled, and the blue sky was washed by water. It had just rained at Yinshi, and the ground was covered with dew. The cloth shoes walked through the accumulated water, and the white clothes were not splashed at all.

With a Haitang Xuanjin Token hanging on his waist, holding a white-haired milk dog in his arms, and carrying a Moyu folding fan, Shen Qingji entered Huaiwu Palace alone.

The sphenoid bone guard hid in the darkness of the mansion, watching the man holding the young master's golden order and swaggering into the mansion.

The corner of Die Yi's mouth twitched, the young master had never had other disciples, let alone whether all the disciples of literati were so informal, even with a dog in his arms: "Chief, this..."

Even the sphenoid bone mask of the butterfly armor couldn't stop the twitching corners of his eyes, he just said: "Young master Jin Ling, be careful with your words."

He stood with his head tilted, seemingly gazing at the scenery, but actually his ears moved, he heard the conversation clearly, the corners of his lips smiled, and he stroked the milk dog in his arms.

"Who dares to raise animals in Prince Huaiwu's palace?" a childish voice sounded, sounding very domineering.

When the person turned around, Wei Ban locked those long and narrow fox eyes, shocked: "...Brother Lanting."

He relaxed his eyebrows and smiled lightly, standing in front of the wind: "I am Shen Qingji, a guest of the King of Wu'an."

Hearing this, Wei Ban frowned, his small face covered with sorrow, and for a moment he looked at Shen Qingji's face carefully. Even though he didn't remember the world back then, he had always been wise early, and he had such a face that topped the world , looking up, there is a fox eye with three parts of spring and seven parts of love, and a tear mole under the right eye is even more amazing, so there will be no impression.

"Are you looking for little aunt?"

"Yes, please...little lady, please lead the way," Shen Qingji held the white dog in his arms and saluted, "Thank you very much."

"You asked me to lead the way for you?" Wei Ban snorted coldly, his peach blossom eyes were not as surprised as before, and his arrogance returned, "I only lead the way for the dead."

"You are the lonely soul in hell," the voice was lazy but extremely clear, coming from a distance, "full of nonsense."

Wei Wan held a black iron spear and came from the spring. Her clothes were damp and stained with stagnant water. She turned the spear and the barrel hit Wei's lower back, but she didn't use much force: "I haven't apologized yet."

Shen Qing's extremely long and narrow fox eyes fell on the red-tasseled long spear, he tilted his head slightly, and his thoughts wandered far away.

The moment he saw Wei Wan, Wei Ban's whole body was like frost beating an eggplant, his peach blossom eyes fixed on Shen Qingji, and he pursed his lips tightly.

She swung the club again, this time with a little force: "Speak."

The moment the gun hit him, tears burst out of Wei Ban's eyes, but he bit his lower lip and refused to make a sound.

"Ignorant of repentance, stubborn and stubborn." Wei Wan saw the tears stained on his long eyelashes and his lowered head, and said calmly, "Today Zama will add two more moments."

Hearing this, Wei Ban suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed across the pale face, gritted his teeth, and turned around to go to the school grounds.

The courtyard was silent for a moment, she took a deep look at the white-haired dog in his arms, and narrowed her eyes.

The white-haired milk dog in Shen Qingji's arms seemed to feel the crisis, and the white hair on its back popped up, barking at Wei Wan, while burrowing into Shen Qingji's arms.

The dog takes advantage of the human power, which is vividly expressed.

"Frontier Mastiff."

Wei Wan remembered that when she was young, her father was accompanied by a mastiff like this, and he liked to carry her on the back of the mastiff, and lead them to climb the high wall of the pass and patrol the territory.

Later, she took back Yanmen Pass, but she never found the mastiff.

Shen Qingji comforted the dog in his arms, and smiled warmly and modestly: "I came here alone, I heard that every family in Jinyang is extremely vicious, so I always want to find something to get close to."

After being silent for a while, Wei Wan smiled with phoenix eyes, which was a bit deceptive, walked in slowly, and then teased: "That's it?"

Shen Qingji felt the heat approaching, his smile was still there, and he remained calm.

She reached out and grabbed the back of the white dog's neck, pulling its furry head out of Shen Qingji's elbow. The white dog instantly stirred and exposed its fangs.

Wei Wan snorted and laughed out loud, "Dare to bite me, you broke your teeth."

(End of this chapter)