Chapter 128 The Infatuation

After a pause, Jun Wu asked again, "Where's Qiying?"

Xie Lian looked around, and indeed did not see the young Martial God in the Shenwu Temple. Perhaps it was because of a series of incidents in the Heavenly Court recently, Lingwen Hall was so busy, and Lingwen also had a few more layers of dark circles, saying: "Qiying has not been here for a long time to discuss, and I have never been able to get in touch."

The priest next to him smacked his lips: "Where did this kid go?"

"Aren't you here again? I can't come to the meeting every day, I'm really envious."

Jun Wudao: "I don't know where Qiying went now. After I find him, I will notify you to meet as soon as possible."

Thanks for the pity, and said: "Yes."

It is already autumn in the world, and the weather is slightly cold, so is the Bodhisattva view. Although Xie Lian was wearing a single shirt, he didn't feel cold. However, on the way back, he bought two new clothes with the tattered money and brought them to Lang Ying.

Huacheng returned to the ghost market, Qi Rong grabbed the millet and ran away. Right now, there is only one Lang Ying left in the Bodhisattva Temple. Some time ago felt very crowded, but it seemed to be suddenly deserted. Xie Lian saw Lang Ying silently sweeping the floor in front of the view, sweeping the golden leaves into a pile.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Xie Lian always felt that Lang Ying was hunched over and hunched over, but now his limbs have stretched a lot. Looking at the appearance of a sparse young man, he couldn't help feeling relieved. He went up to get a broom, and was about to bring him into the observation, but all the villagers who had been in ambush for a long time gathered around, the aunt, the uncle, the aunt, the elder sister and the younger sister all said, "The Taoist priest is back!"

"Going to the city to collect junk again? It's been hard work, hard work... Well, why haven't you seen Xiao Hua recently?"

"Yes, yes, I haven't seen it for a few days. I wonder about this young man."

"..." Xie Lian smiled and said: "Little... Hua went home."

The village chief said, "What? Which home do you go back to? I thought this was Xiaohua's home. Didn't he already live with you???"

Thanks for the pity: "No, no. He just came out to play. Now that we have something to do, we will separate first."

That night, Huacheng asked again and again, Xie Lian always killed the two and just fought. Tonglu Mountain has reopened, and Huacheng has more things to deal with. If a new desperate ghost king is really born, it will have an impact on the Three Realms. Huacheng and Heishui, although one is high-profile and the other is low-key, but they are very stylish, and they are both self-contained and self-contained. Who knows what kind of things will be born this time? In case of a lunatic like Qi Rong, Dividing territory with them would be tricky. Therefore, Xie Lian excused the troubled days recently, saying that it is best for the two of them to be busy with each other during this period of time, not to meet for the time being, and then make an appointment after they are busy, and then say goodbye to each other kindly.

Although it seems abrupt and indifferent, as if turning his face and not recognizing anyone, there is really no way to thank him.

He wasn't confident that he could hide for the time being.

At this moment, Lang Ying behind him suddenly said, "Fire."

"...???"

Only then did Xie Lian realize that he was absent-minded and didn't pay attention for a while, but he actually picked up the iron pot and spatula again, and ruined the meat and vegetables that he had just brought back to Bodhisattva Temple. The fire at the bottom of the pot jumped several feet high, and it was about to burn the ceiling, and it was quickly extinguished with a palm. But it was so hard that the whole cooktop collapsed. After such a bang, Xie Lian was stunned, holding the pot in one hand, at a loss. It was the time to eat, and the villagers were eating happily at the door with big bowls in their hands. They were so frightened that they gathered around again: "What's wrong?! What's wrong?! Daoist priest, did your house blow up again?!"

Xie Lian hurriedly opened the window and said, "It's okay, it's okay! Cough, cough, cough..."

The village chief came over to take a look, and said, "Oh my mother, it's so miserable! Taoist chief, I think you should call Xiaohua back!"

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian said: "Forget it. After all...he is not from my family."

When he came back to his senses, Lang Ying had already helped clean up the mess, and there was an extra plate of colorful things on the table, which he randomly placed when he was distracted. If the bowl of food last time was called a hundred years of good soup, then this time, it should be called Wanziqianhong Xiaochao. I am afraid that apart from Huacheng, no other person can eat this kind of thing. Xie Lian couldn't stand it anymore, turned around to wash the pot, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Forget it, don't eat it, just throw it away."

Unexpectedly, he washed the pot and turned around again, only to see Lang Ying taking the plate and eating it silently. Xie Lian was startled, and quickly came up to stop him, holding him up and saying: "...God, are you alright? Is there any discomfort???"

Lang Ying shook his head. Because the bandages covered his face tightly, it was impossible to see what his expression was. Even Qi Rong and Heishui will be delirious after eating what he makes, but Lang Ying can still hold on. Is it because he is hungry to a certain extent or is he unintentionally opening up the second vein of Ren Du? Xie Lian teased himself I forced a smile, and after cleaning up, I rested.

There are two mats in the Bodhisattva Temple, one for each person. Xie Lian thought that he and Huacheng had lain down on the mat under him. He couldn't sleep with his eyes open, but he didn't dare to disturb Lang Ying. He struggled for a long time. With a click, someone gently pushed open the wooden window and turned in.

Thanks for the pity, with his back to the window, lying on his side on the ground, shocked.

Why would anyone dare to come to the Bodhisattva Temple to steal something?

That person's movements are extremely light and his skills are excellent. After he turned in, he went straight to the merit box. Xie Lian immediately remembered that there was a box full of gold bars in the merit box before. Could this person come from the gold bars? But he had already brought those gold bars to Lingwen and asked her to help find the owner. After listening carefully, Xie Lian found that the man was not picking the lock, but stuffing something into the merit box one by one!

After the stuffing, the man stopped work and seemed to want to go out through the window. Xie Lian thought to himself, wait for him to go out and then follow up, see where he went, who it was, who knows, that person passed by the offering table, glanced at the large and small plates on the table, seemed hungry, didn't think much, He picked up the unfinished Wanziqianhong stir-fried pork and took a few bites.

The next second, with a "thump" sound, he fainted and fell to the ground.

Xie pity suddenly turned over and sat up, thinking: "It's actually saved!" When he got up and lit the lamp, a man with a purple complexion was lying on the ground, hurry up to save his life, and poured a few saliva on him, this man woke up leisurely . When I wake up, my first words are: "What!"

Xie Lian pretended not to hear this sentence, and said earnestly: "His Royal Highness Qiying, you are too courageous, you dare to put anything in your mouth if you don't know anything."

This young man has a high nose and deep eyes, and his head is full of black curly hair. Who else is Quan Yizhen, the Western Martial God?

He stared and said, "How do I know that someone will poison the food served in my view?"

"..." Xie Lian rubbed his eyebrows, opened the merit box, and found that it was filled with a box of gold bars, and said: "The last box was also stuffed by Your Highness?"

Quan Yizhen nodded. Thanks for the pity: "What are you doing to give me this kind of thing?"

Quan Yizhen said, "Because I have many."

"..."

In fact, he can probably guess without saying thank you, mostly because of the last Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Xie Lian flew out with a chopstick and cut off the curtain of the stage. Thank you for your pity: "Take these back, you won't be rewarded without merit."

Quan Yizhen didn't speak, obviously not listening at all, thank you for crying and laughing. At this time, Lang Ying said coldly, "Let you take it away."

He didn't know when he sat up, thank you for looking back at him, feeling strange. In the past, Lang Ying was basically the same as non-existence. But he didn't think about it too much, and let Lingwen go back to him if it was a big deal, and said sternly: "Your Highness, you came just in time. Today, the Shenwu Temple gathered that you didn't come, and the emperor gave us a task. Have you seen the scroll? ? Well, it's alright, I know you haven't seen it, I've seen it anyway. This time we are a group of two, and the thing we are responsible for is called 'Jinyi Xian'."

The vernacular immortals are called "immortals" because people dare not directly call them rogues, hooligans, and nasty ghosts, but they are reluctant to exalt them. Why is the Jinyi Immortal called Immortal? It is because, it is said, this thing can really become a Immortal.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a young man in an ancient country. Although he was born stupid, his intelligence was not as good as that of a six-year-old child, but when he entered the battlefield, it was not like this. He was superb in martial arts and brave. The two countries are fighting, and the country can survive, relying on him alone as a bull and a horse to charge into the battle. However, because of his head disease, no relatives and no reason, all the military exploits he fought so hard were taken by others. This young man is also stupid to a certain level, he has never dealt with girls since he was a child, and he dare not say more.

However, this person has the potential to soar, and after a few more years of fighting, he should go to heaven. It doesn't matter if there is a girl who likes it or not, but the bad thing is that he still likes a woman, and he likes it to death. On his birthday, the woman personally made a brocade garment for him.

It is said to be a brocade garment, but it is very strange, it is better to say that it is a terrifying pocket. This was the first time in his life that the young man received a gift from a girl he liked. He was extremely excited and overjoyed. In addition, he was born stupid, so he didn't think it was weird at all, so he couldn't wait to put the "brocade clothes" on his body. There was no cuff to put his hand in, so he asked his beloved girl, "Why can't my hand go out?"

The woman smiled and said, "It's my first time doing it, so I'm not very experienced. However, why don't you stretch it out without a hand?"

So, the young man chopped off his hands that were in charge of the weapon. This time, it was finally suitable. However, it wasn't enough, he asked again, "Why can't my feet stick out?"

The woman replied, "Don't you stick it out without your feet?"

So, the young man asked someone to cut off both of his legs. Finally, he asked, "Why can't I stick my head out?"

The final result is predictable.

Xie Lian originally thought that "Jinyi Xian" should refer to a monster wearing a brocade clothes, but who knew it really meant a piece of clothing. When Tonglu Mountain was reopened, the clothes were stolen. This brocade robe was stained with the blood of the young man, and turned into an extremely powerful insidious magic weapon. Therefore, never pick up old clothes that you don't know where they came from. If you meet someone on the road in the middle of the night and want to give them to you, don't pick them up either. If you wear this brocade clothes, you will be blinded by lard, obsessed, and slaughtered by others, and your blood will be sucked dry.

Of course, this is a legendary story, which sounds absurd, and it may also be formed by people based on the characteristics of Jinyixian. However, this Jinyi Immortal must be stopped, and it must not be allowed to go to Tonglu Mountain.

The author has something to say: First of all, the real Lang Ying has nothing to do with Huahua.

But, believe me, only Huahua can eat the things made by the prince without changing his face.

Therefore, Huahua is not offline! It's just that Lang Ying came here today (.