Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Chu Wuji came to the courtyard of the female immortals. He saw that the window of He Immortal's room was open, so he didn't think much and pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as I entered, I saw the two elders, Ning Xianzhi and He Xianren, changing Yun Qingying's clothes and playing Nuannuan dressing games.

Yun Qingying's fair and jade-like body was covered with only two tight-fitting garments. He Xianren had an aunt's smile on his face as he held the dress in front of the girl to test whether it suited her temperament.

Ning Xianzhi stood guard nearby because He Xianren had just given Yun Qingying the "school uniform" of Xiaoyao Valley to try on. Ning Xianzhi was afraid that her disciple would be abducted, so she kept an eye on her.

"Chu Wu Ji!" Yun Qingying scolded with a cold face, covering her fair and graceful body with her arms.

The elders are still here!

Chu Wuzhi subconsciously raised Xiaotu and compared their expressions, confirming that this girl was imitating Yun Qingying.

Chapter 517 I want to be the King of Hell!

At Hexianren’s current level, practicing more or less will not make any difference. It basically depends on the enlightenment and breakthrough in that moment.

Therefore, when she had some free time in Prince Jing'an's Mansion, she would find the younger generation to play with her.

Little girls like Wen Yaoer always like to play with their friends. Since they cannot be forced to separate, they can only catch Yun Qingying to play with them.

It just so happened that He Xianren wanted to see Yun Qingying in different outfits, so the scene just now happened.

Chu Wuji had no intention of regretting his mistake at all. It wasn't like he ran into Hexianren changing clothes, so why was he blaming himself? It wasn't like he had been looking at Yun Qingying a lot in private.

But the face-saving work still had to be done properly. Chu Wuji apologized symbolically, and then carried Xiaotu to the window to guard the place.

Chu Wuji warned, "Xiaotu, don't get distracted. Be sure to keep a close eye on this place. If you detect that guy's presence, tell me immediately, okay?"

The white tiger girl stared at the white forehead with her eyes drooping, and began to keep watch in a fierce and cute manner:

"Yeah, if you see the pork elbow, notify the two-legged brother!"

Chu Wuji wasn't sure if she would be distracted because her mind was full of food, but as long as Xiaotu's nose was working, she would always be able to smell the scent.

Seeing Chu Wuzhi's reaction, Yun Qingying didn't dwell on what had just happened. She quickly changed back into her sect attire and turned back into the tall, graceful and cool fairy she was.

Crane Immortal wanted to pick up the little white tiger to play with it, but considering that Chu Wuji had specifically instructed her to stand guard, she restrained herself for the time being.

She asked, "Little Qilin, what's the hurry?"

Chu Wuji first explained the previous situation, and then said:

"I brought Xiaotu here. On the one hand, it is to make it easier for Cihang Yuanjun to return to Guanyin, and on the other hand, I want Xiaotu to keep an eye on her so as not to interrupt our conversation."

"I see. This Buddhist will is quite good at finding its time, and it's only now emerging."

Ning Xianzhi snorted coldly, she was going out to cause trouble, how dare she set her sights on her son!

Crane Immortal poured a cup of tea for Chu Wuji, and like a kind elder, he pulled him to sit down, stroked his head, and praised him:

"The little Qilin was quite calm. He saw through the illusion and was able to think calmly. He didn't follow her clues."

Hearing what He Xianren said, Ning Xianzhi recalled the first time he met Chu Wuji and sighed:

"Wu Ji has indeed grown a lot. When he first heard about Bai Sujin, he dared to deal with the demons in Yunhe Town without any magic skills.

Now I can calm down!"

When people are confused and have no goals, they will impulsively grab any clues that appear, for fear of missing them.

But Ning Xianzhi didn't know that Chu Wuji was able to remain calm now because he had already set his own goals in private.

He holds a clue in his hand, which is the reason for his calmness. Otherwise, he would have considered giving it a try to see how deep Cihang Yuanjun is and whether there is much water or not.

"Senior Tingqin, I want to know now, does Buddhism really have such a hell?"

Crane Immortal's long legs were crossed, and her pink toes were hooked on a pair of cloud-embroidered shoes, which she swayed gently. She spoke slowly:

"Yes, many years ago, there were descendants of the Ksitigarbha Sutra who took the initiative to suppress the demons and monsters in Hell. It can be said that they used their own spiritual power to seal off Hell."

Chu Wuji's dynamic vision was very good. The Crane Immortal's tender feet were shaking there, and he couldn't focus on them with his peripheral vision, so he pulled Yun Qingying over and asked her to sit in the middle.

"Qingying, mother, please sit down too. Don't stand and listen. It makes me feel uncomfortable and seems impolite."

However, there is a problem with sitting side by side on the bed. When one person talks, the other three have to tilt their heads to see each other.

There is no problem for the two elders, but as juniors, Chu Wuji and Yun Qingying naturally have to look their teachers in the eye when listening to their elders speak.

The brother and sister turned their necks left and right a few times, and Crane Immortal asked them to take off their shoes and sit on the bed to chat, and in an instant they returned to the atmosphere of a family gathering at Zhuying Peak.

Crane Immortal did not mind Yun Qingying's size, and took the opportunity to hug the junior in her arms. In her eyes, Yun Qingying was just a little girl who was a little taller than Xiaotu, and two hundred years old was not much older than twenty years old.

Ning Xianzhi was very happy. Since He Xianren was holding his good disciple, she would not be polite. She hugged Chu Wuzhi and let him rest his head on her thighs.

After struggling with the conversation for a while, the topic was finally resumed.

Chu Wuji recalled what they had just talked about and said with emotion:

"...It's a bit unexpected that Buddhism actually produced a serious monk in the future."

The Crane Immortal narrated:

"Of course there are. With such a long history, how could it not have its own unique features? The current situation of Buddhism is really helpless."

"Why are you helpless? Isn't it your own choice?" asked Yun Qingying, whose face was pinched.

"In their quest to spread their teachings and attract followers, Buddhism has plunged itself into chaos. Today's monks are more like protectors of Buddhist scriptures and managers of Buddhist temples. Business operations are inseparable from worldly money, and the pursuit of money leads to endless desire."

Ning Xianzhi followed He Xianren's words and added:

“Some cultivators from our immortal sects would, when they were out, give a few passersby a heads-up on a whim. After a few years, the descendants of these passersby would set up their own Taoist temples and collect money from the merit boxes.

For these people, unable to learn the magic that their elders accidentally acquired, and unable to let go of their status as descendants of immortal masters, they pretend to use Taoist temples to collect incense money, and there are many such people who deceive female believers.

Judging from Ning Xianzhi's cold and stern tone, it was estimated that the immortal cultivators had gone out many times to clean up the remnants and clean up the mess for his well-intentioned advice.

If there were not so many immortal monks responsible for their own aftermath work, I am afraid that the Taoist temples would be flooded with smoke and chaos.

Chu Wuji couldn't help but be curious:

"Why are the Buddhist scriptures managed by these people now? Are there no reliable masters in Buddhism?"

Ning Xianzhi had heard of it, but didn't know much. At her young age, she had never seen what Buddhism looked like in its past. She turned her gaze to Hexianren, asking this old senior to answer.

"Because the most capable people in Buddhism have followed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to suppress hell. There were also some highly respected monks left behind, but they will also pass away one day. After the lineage is broken, all that remains are the Buddhist scriptures and various people."

Chu Wuji was a little surprised. He didn't expect to hear positive rumors about Buddhism from the mouth of He Xianren.

According to He Xianren, he seemed to understand Cihang Yuanjun's strange obsession.

She represents a Buddhist scripture that contains profound Dharma, and at the same time inherits the regret of the Buddhist scripture losing its successor, so she shows a terrible persistence of using any means necessary.

After she locked onto her target, she was completely focused on establishing a successor for the Buddhist scriptures, almost to the point of being obsessed and mad.

Even though Cihang Yuanjun could not stand the current state of Buddhism, she had no choice. These monks had always helped preserve the Buddhist scriptures, prospered the incense, and left a glimmer of possibility for its development.

This is equivalent to saying that today's monks are overdrawing the reputation of Buddhism in exchange for money and charging fees for the storage of Buddhist scriptures.

Most monks are only waiting for people with predestined relationships, but the will of the Buddhist scriptures may really be waiting for people with predestined relationships!

Thinking about it this way, Chu Wuji actually felt a little guilty. He had made Cihang Yuanjun so embarrassed before, with water spraying several meters away...

But there's only a little bit of self-blame.

Because Cihang Yuanjun was really planning to convert Guanyin at that time, and she took advantage of her meditation to constantly influence her cognitive judgment!

But then again, isn't it a good deed to capture these evil monks and send them to develop the underworld?!

The Western Regions may seem extremely chaotic, but from another perspective, it is a fertile land waiting to be harvested!

The demonic sects are waiting for him to target, and the Buddhist customs are waiting for him to rectify.

It will be just a matter of time before you quickly build a huge underworld and become the Great King of Hell!

......

After chatting for a long time, He Xianren and Ning Xianzhi sat side by side, their plump peaches and buttocks pressed together, exuding the wonderful charm of mature women.

Chu Wuji and Yun Qingying continued to lie in their arms. In this position, He Xianren could also touch Chu Wuji.

He Xianren could feel that Chu Wuzhi's mood had improved a lot in the past two days, especially after the chat just now, he had regained his previous enthusiasm.

She was very pleased and said:

"It's good that you've adjusted, little Qilin. If you keep feeling depressed, nothing you do will go smoothly. Your morale will drop, and you'll sink deeper and deeper!"

After the old man finished speaking, he leaned over and gently hugged his head. This was actually the intimate gesture of the crane clan, where the elders would hold the younger ones under their wings, but Ning Xianzhi felt a little jealous.

This senior Tingqin first stared at Qingying, and now he is being intimate with Chu Wuji...

Yun Qingying said worriedly:

"Senior Tingqin, how do we guard against Cihang Yuanjun?"

"If you don't want to pay attention, then ignore it. Having been away from the temple for a long time, her ability to commit crimes is limited and she won't be able to cause any major trouble."

After Crane Immortal gave the plan, he reminded:

"Little Qilin, if the will of the Buddhist scriptures really does something out of the ordinary, you can always find me!"

Chu Wuji hummed softly. He didn't know whether he should tell his plan to kill the devil.

I'd better wait until I figure out how to start talking before confessing this plan...

Chu Wuji slowly sat up from the embrace of the two mature female elders, and his body actually felt a little reluctant, craving for their maternal warmth.

He shifted his attention and looked towards the windowsill. The white tiger girl was sticking her little butt out, looking around intently, alert to her surroundings.

"Xiaotu, is there anything wrong?" He smiled and picked up the greedy girl and rubbed her little belly.

"No, the braised pork elbow didn't show up!" Xiaotu spoke very energetically, and was excited just thinking about the big pork elbow.

Chu Wuji decided to teach her in advance about the dangers of the adult world and said:

"Now I have a very affordable plan for Xiaotu. Store these pork elbows with your brother. You can get one more pork elbow every week, and five more pork elbows every month. The more you store, the faster the price will increase. If Xiaotu eats them beforehand, you won't get this discount."

“Why keep it?”

"Because I think Xiaotu eats too much, I want to help Xiaotu control his appetite. You eat less now, which means you are holding back. You will have more braised pork elbows in the future as a reward. You can also switch to other meats."

"Well, you won't deny it, will you?"

"will not!"

When Xiaotu heard his confident tone, she started counting on her fingers to see how many braised pork elbows she could save to eat in a month or a year.

But Yun Qingying could tell that this was not just braised pork elbow, but clearly an empty promise.

Ning Xianzhi and He Xianren were relieved. He was in the mood to take care of the little girl. It seemed that his mood had indeed improved a lot!

Chapter 518: Yu Shiqi's throat is powerful

"Brother, the cat-bird appears again!"

One day, Chu Wuzhi had just finished his routine training and was about to go find a few tenants from ancient times to chat when Yao'er's call stopped him.

The bird that the young master calls a cat-bird must be the "cat-headed" owl of the aunt of the national teacher.

"Calculating the date, I guess it's time to receive a greeting letter from Xuanyi's mother and ask about her situation."

Chu Wuzhi muttered, picked up the princess girl who was flying towards him with one hand, threw her into the sky, and caught her steadily. The little girl laughed continuously.

"Don't just leave Yao'er alone, bring Xiaotu and the others, as well as mother and aunt to play together~"

Wen Yaoer does have a strong sense of sharing, but the two royal ladies who were practicing calligraphy with her could not help but feel ashamed.

It’s understandable to leave the little girls behind and have normal fun, but what about the two adults?

Queen Wen glanced at Chu Wuji with her phoenix eyes, greeting him with her eyes, and then said seriously:

"Yao'er, you can just play this game of holding something high and catching it by yourselves. Your mother has already played it with your brother in private."

Beside them, the little princess was also there, looking at Princess Jing'an in surprise. The princess looked so quiet and elegant, could she also play this kind of game with Master Chu like a child?

"What are you talking about, in front of the child!" The intelligent and graceful princess said angrily with a stern face.

Princess Jing'an was so angry after she finished speaking that she added, "Your aunt is even more aggressive. Her soul is flying up with her eyeballs!"

Yao'er's curiosity was aroused, and she asked tirelessly: