A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The woman in the pool seemed to have suddenly emerged from the pool, and there was no sound at all before.

The man was wearing an indigo-blue cotton shirt, with a straight back like a line, without any rudeness.

Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and lifted the basket, deliberately lowering his voice and pretending to be a village girl.

"Little girl, girl, let's go now."

She deliberately put on a trembling voice, lowered her head and carried the bamboo basket on her back, and hurriedly ran past Chen Guangzhao.

The moment he passed by, the system prompt sounded suddenly.

"The target of this mission has appeared, and the current favorability is 20."

With a very basic degree of favorability, Shu Ange paused in his footsteps. By adjusting the gap in the bamboo basket, he looked back and found that the man in blue had turned and faced the direction of the water pool.

He avoided suspicion, Shu Ange thought about it, and finally decided to speed up and leave.

She is now holding Liu Yun's face, and she doesn't want to touch Dihua clone at all.

Even if the other party's favorability was her soul, not Liu Yun's appearance, she would not want to approach him at this moment.

After the panicked footsteps completely disappeared, Chen Guangzhao turned around and glanced at the path where the village girl disappeared.

He originally wanted to take a bath in the pool, but now it seems a little inappropriate.

It's okay to take a bath in another place, but thinking of the woman just now, Chen Guangzhao always had a strange feeling in his heart.

He recalled carefully, the voice was unfamiliar.

When the other party passed by him, he saw that the fabric of his skirt was unevenly dyed burlap, which should be a girl from a nearby village.

Chen Guangzhao didn't think about it any more. He had recently reached a critical moment in his practice. Master repeatedly reminded her not to be distracted.

When encountering Dihua's clone on the mountain, Shu Ange felt a little uneasy.

She was curious about his identity in this plane, a martial artist? Still a villager who has learned a little martial arts.

No matter what his status is, it doesn't prevent her from getting in touch with him after she recovers her status.

Shu Ange walked back to Zhuangzi on foot. She was carrying a basket full of firewood, with thin beads of sweat on her temples, and her cheeks were red.

"Mother Yun, give the firewood to my mother, you should drink some porridge first."

"Damn girl, you came back so late, and where did you go to have fun?"

Grandma Liu sat on the big rock, picking her teeth and scolding Shu Ange with her triangular eyes.

"Today I am picking up more firewood than I used to."

"Bah, how dare you talk back."

Grandma Liu took off her smelly shoes, raised her hand and threw them at Shu Ange. She just avoided it, the shoe was hitting Wang Sanniang.

Wang Sanniang bent down, put the back basket away, and looked back at her mother-in-law's shoes, with a little more sadness in her sick face.

"Lazy woman who can't lay eggs, don't hurry up and bring the old lady's shoes here."

Grandma Liu cocked her feet and shouted at Wang Sanniang. She picked up her shoes reluctantly and put them on Wang Sanniang respectfully.

As soon as the shoes were put on, Grandma Liu kicked Wang Sanniang's waist: "If you are a fool, you will lose money, what's the use of asking you. Tomorrow is sixteen, remember to go to Yunshan Temple to offer incense, and bring Yunniang to the The newly-made monk robes and melaleuca-soled shoes will be sent."

"Daughter-in-law remembered."

Dazhou Yan Kingdom advocates Buddhism and Taoism, and there are many believers in Buddhism and Taoism.

Zhou Lingyi's stepmother is a devout Buddhist believer. She always goes to the temple several times a year to offer incense and a large sum of sesame oil money.

The Liu family was poor, and Grandma Liu longed for her daughter-in-law to add a child to carry on the lineage of the Liu family. Therefore, they are asked to go to the monastery to offer incense every month, and to accumulate merit for the monks by doing chores.

When she learned that she was going to Yunshan Temple tomorrow, Shu Ange's heart suddenly burst.

She has just entered the mission world and has no self-protection power, so she doesn't really want to meet Master Huikong.

But thinking about it carefully, the advantages of her trip tomorrow outweigh the disadvantages.

Why is Master Huikong willing to help Zhou Lingyi and Liu Yun change their identities? There will never be love and hate for no reason in the world.

Before dawn the next day, Wang Sanniang called Shu Ange up.

She packed up the monk robes and the thousand-layer bottom cloth shoes she made this month, gave Shu Ange a small burden, and took the heavier one for herself.

Although Wang Sanniang has a cowardly temperament, she still has some love and pity for her daughter.

However, her love and pity made Zhou Lingyi fall into boundless hell.

Shu Ange didn't take the initiative to lift heavy things, and didn't say anything.

Zhou Lingyi was born with a strong personality. After losing her memory, she had made a lot of trouble because of Grandma Liu's humiliation, and she was also angry with Wang Sanniang.

Therefore, for more than two months, the two have not had any mother-daughter relationship.

Wang Sanniang only thought that her temperament changed greatly after her daughter was injured, and she felt that she was indeed weak and incompetent and affected her daughter, so she didn't take it to heart.

When the two arrived at Yunshan Temple, it was just dawn.

When the little novice sweeping saw Wang Sanniang, he smiled and clasped his hands together and said, "If you have Lao Wang's benefactor working hard, you can hand over the monk's clothes, shoes and socks to the steward in the temple."

"Thank you little master."

After arriving at Yunshan Temple, Wang Sanniang felt a little more energetic, with a slight smile on her face.

Shu Ange carried something, followed behind her, and handed it over to the housekeeper.

After handing over the monk's clothes, shoes and socks, Wang Sanniang didn't rush to leave. She carried the bucket and the rag, and silently did the cleaning work for the monastery.

The monks in the courtyard were very familiar with the mother and daughter. When they saw her, they smiled slightly, and said hello to the donor, without saying much.

Zhou Lingyi had a great hatred with Master Huikong, and naturally did not want to work for the monastery.

That's why she followed behind Wang Sanniang, tucked her sleeves and enjoyed the scenery in the temple leisurely.

In the middle of the morning, Wang Sanniang's back was sore and tired, so she rested while resting on the white jade railing while resting on the handle of the broom. Shu Ange leaned on the pillar leisurely, knocking on the sunflower seeds.

A group of pilgrims suddenly appeared outside the hall. In the middle was a graceful and prosperous lady surrounded by pearls, and beside them were two young girls in their cardamom years.

The girl was wearing a purple silk robe and a white jade lotus hairpin, with a round face and a smaller stature.

The other was wearing a light pink Luo skirt, silver hairpins and silver earrings on his head, with a bit of panic in his cramped expression.

The rest are all maids, their appearances vary in size, and they look like Zhou Zheng from a distance.

Shu Ange leaned against the pillar, nibbling on the melon seeds while looking at the person who came.

She is now playing a daring and ignorant village girl, and naturally she doesn't mind the opinions of others.

When Zhou Lingyi saw her mother working hard to clean the temple and resting on a broom so tired, she felt a pinch in her heart and bit her red lips unconsciously.

"Sister Yi, are you going to draw lots today?"

The bright-looking purple-clothed girl turned her head to ask Zhou Lingyi innocently and romantically.

She hurriedly retracted her gaze, revealing an uncomfortable smile: "If sister Rong'er wants to draw lots, sister will accompany you."

"That's great!" Zhou Lingrong clapped her hands, took Madam Tang's arm and said, "Mother, my sister has finally believed in Buddhism."

She has always believed in Buddhism, Liu Yun thought, her eyes involuntarily fell on her own face.

[Meow, I hate Liu Yun's raised hand~~]