The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 119 The host is a monk (45)

Although the voice is calm, Zhu Zi is still a little excited. This hidden mission rewards a lot of points. As long as the host is not brain-deficient, he will definitely not refuse...

"No."

Su also flatly refused.

Such a task of the Holy Mother is not in line with her three views.

The two white and green snakes have hurt so many people, created so many karma, influenced them, and made them rank among the immortals. What about the people and demons who have been hurt by them?
Zhuzi didn't expect that Su would refuse such a generous reward, and he did not react for a long time. After confirming that Su really refused, he coldly dropped four words:

【Okay, bye】

"Ah."

Su also snorted, and continued to calmly look at the white snake that was about to give birth:
"Emerald Wein, bring her into the temple."

Emerald Wein stepped forward, but was stopped by Xiaoqing:
"Stinky monk, what do you want to do?"

Su also smiled slowly: "The poor monk wants to deliver the baby."

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Jinshan Temple is very lively, and the abbot of Jinshan Temple is very anxious.

Even if they are monks who don't have emotions and desires, and don't care about the eyes of ordinary people, it would be shocking for a monk to deliver a baby to a goblin!
No, he has to take it easy.

After burning incense, the abbot began to wander more anxiously in the yard.

He can't slow down!

"Master Abbot, that...that is a snake demon. How could Master Fa Hai deliver the snake demon?"

"That's right, that snake demon still hurt so many people, what is Master Fahai thinking?"

Some pilgrims felt that the three views had been subverted. They grabbed the abbot's clothes, puzzled, angry, and a little unable to express their feelings.

The abbot, who was also anxious in his heart, stopped when he heard the words, with an unfathomable expression on his face, put one hand on his chest, and chanted a sentence of Amitabha, and then suddenly recited a poem:
"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."

The pilgrim made a confused face: "?"

What is the master talking about? Why did you suddenly recite poems?
However, the master is a master after all, so how could ordinary people like them easily understand what he said.

Jiu Yuan on the other side just smiled and said nothing.

What can I say, translated into vernacular is not:
The poor monk felt that Fa Hai was about to go to heaven.

In the room, the white snake was in so much pain that it almost couldn't bear it. If Xiaoqing hadn't tied Xu Xian to the side for her to watch, the white snake probably couldn't hold it anymore and was about to die.

It was getting dark recently, and the white snake, who had been in pain for two or three hours, finally gave birth to a son smoothly.

"Hey, this is your son, why don't you hug him?"

Xiaoqing hugged the wrinkled little meat ball just born in front of Xu Xian, who knows, Xu Xian started howling like a ghost, Xiaoqing almost couldn't help being impulsive, and slapped him:
"Xu Xian, what are you talking about? This is your sister's son. If you don't recognize your sister, you can't even deny your own son?"

I don't know if these words played a role, Xu Xian, who was howling, finally calmed down slowly.

He looked at the weak white snake in a daze, and looked at the little meatball in Xiaoqing's arms nervously, finally with trembling hands, he took the little meatball over fearfully and cautiously, seeing the appearance of the little meatball clearly, He breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks like a human being.

　I saw a sentence today, it was written by Mr. Yu Guangzhong to his wife:

　　Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third stunning color.

　　PS: Every word is carefully considered, and every sentence is made with heart. There is no love word between the lines, but it feels sweet

　　
　
(End of this chapter)