Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"But grandma, the master pointed to my heart and said that just do what I should do. Why don't I understand this sentence?" The boy scratched his head, holding the king with one hand, for fear of losing her.

After all, the old lady often comes to Shangxiang to listen to Buddhist scriptures, but she can understand a little more than the young man. After thinking about it, she says, "master, maybe you can do what you want."

"Your heart will tell you what to do and what not to do." The more she said it, the more she felt it was like this, so she couldn't close her mouth with a smile. She felt that the master must know that feng'er had a good heart, so she let him do what he wanted, and there was no need to worry about anything else.

After thinking about it, the boy felt that his grandmother meant it, so he was relieved. He took the king in his hand and looked at it carefully. He said, "grandmother, the master said that the chance of the king is coming. In time, she will turn into a human figure. Grandmother, do you think she came to our world to experience the misfortune?"

The signer listened to the boy's words and wanted to say no.

She was not robbed. She was just thrown down by the white tiger. When she turned into a human, she had to find a chance to go back to the Buddhist temple in the West.

For qianniang, she was born in the Buddhist temple of the West heaven, so she has a sense of belonging there, that is her home, she will go back sooner or later.

Although the young man came out of the master's meditation room early, he still had a fast meal in the temple and left in the afternoon. When he left, he passed by the big Buddha Hall, where he swayed a lot.

The boy subconsciously turned his head and looked inside, and found that there were still people shaking the lottery, but I heard that no one could shake the lottery again.

The young man looked at the signing King happily and said, "even if they shake out the signing king, it's useless. It's not as good as you. You are the best."

The signer was originally perceiving the breath in the Buddhist temple. She heard the young man's happy voice. She paused for a moment and couldn't help humming in her heart. Of course, she was the best.

Even in the West Temple, she is also the king of signature, the best one.

From this day on, no matter where he goes, the young man always takes his signer with him. He also makes many containers, so he can take her with him, and even change her clothes according to the climate and the clothes he wears on that day.

When winter comes and spring comes, the young man grows up to be a man with a firm face. The old lady has already passed away a few years ago. Before she leaves, she still tells the man to keep the king's hand.

At that time, only a few masters of Dingbei Marquis were in the room. The old lady's son, grandson and daughter-in-law were kneeling in front of her bed, their faces were sad. They were really sad.

Dingbei marquis is different from other Marquis, there is no fight in their house, even the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is good, the relationship between sister-in-law is also good, and the men do not want to have any other trouble until Dingbei Marquis's house has been established on the top of the wind.

So even the backyard was clean. There was only one wife. There was no struggle between wives and concubines. The house was full of happiness. The men in the northern Marquis's house were not rebellious and loyal to the emperor.

It's true that he has always been glorious and has not been killed.

After so many years of getting along, the signer has known the name of the man, Xie Feng.

The youngest young master of Dingbei Marquis's mansion neither entered the military camp nor went to test for fame. He was free and didn't do evil things. He was just a idle young master.