Chapter 51 Shijiu in a dream
“The time is up, close your eyes.”
“Okay, little monk.”
Shijiu looked down from above Close your eyes tightly, eyebrows Chang Kong, with his head wrinkled, raised his chin with one hand and leaned forward, "We've finished our meal, see you next time."
Chang Kong subconsciously raised his hand in the darkness, but in front of him, Shijiu's figure has long since disappeared.
For a long time...
This name has appeared in his dreams many times over the past thousand years.
"Master!?"
"Oops, Master has fainted. Someone come quickly!"
"Please call the abbot!"
...
It’s this dream again!
Chang Kong, who was wearing a monk's robe, saw the vast white space here and knew that he was having that dream again.
"My name is Shijiu, what's your name?"
In the vast white space, there was only a woman's voice.
However, what is different from the past is that this time, there are no longer only voices in the dream, but figures.
The woman, dressed in a black gauze skirt, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Chang Kong looked at the woman's appearance and was stunned for a moment, but the woman took this opportunity to throw him to the ground.
“So you are here!”
A woman who looked just like Shi Jiu looked at Chang Kong under her and smiled perversely and bloodthirstyly, “I am looking for I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”
As soon as the words fell, the woman opened her mouth and bit directly on the lifeline of his neck.
“Bang.”
“Uncle Master!”
Wu Xin didn’t expect that with just the effort of turning around and pouring a glass of water, Master Changkong would pour a glass of water from his soft body. Rolled down on the couch.
"Uncle, are you okay!?"
Wu Xin quickly put down the tea cup in his hand and helped Chang Kong up from the ground.
Seeing the sweat on Chang Kong's forehead and neck, Wu Xin asked worriedly.
"What's wrong with me?"
Chang Kong held his forehead, feeling a little worried about what happened in the dream. "Uncle Master, you fainted." Wu Xin handed the tea cup to Chang Kong and replied with a worried tone.
"Uncle, is it related to the female benefactor during the day?"
Wu Xin knelt down at Chang Kong's feet, frowning, and asked tentatively.
In all these years, my uncle has never been sick.
Only this time, my uncle fell ill when he saw the female donor.
The last time he was in Xu Mansion, he felt something strange.
The master's uncle seemed to be very afraid of the female benefactor. As soon as she came to the temple, the master's uncle immediately called him and asked him to respectfully invite people to the temple. He also specifically asked not to contradict her.
Who is this female donor?
Even Uncle Master...
Wu thought to himself and turned his eyes to Chang Kong who was sitting on the floor.
"Uncle Master..."
"Amitabha, it's not something you should know, don't pry."
Chang Kong retracted his legs, straightened his back, slowly recited a Buddhist sutra, and said coldly to Wu Xin: "Get out. "
Wu Xin pouted, his face full of grievances, holding the collapsed water cup, making an expression as if he was about to cry, and left Chang Kong's meditation room aggrievedly.
He also closed the door for him.
During this period, Chang Yuan came to see Chang Kong, but Chang Kong did not come out to meet Chang Yuan on the grounds of spiritual practice.
Night, have a good night's sleep.
At least for most people in Lishang Kingdom, it was a good night's dream.
In the secret room hidden in the study of the Imperial Palace, Su Jingyu's face was full of anxiety.
Not only because his two sons and daughters were in trouble one after another, but also because the demon spirits in Lishang Kingdom have become peaceful.
"Aling, if you wait a little longer, I will definitely be able to save you."
Su Jingyu lay on the ice coffin, looked at the woman in the ice coffin, and said with firm eyes.
"You still have time to talk to a dead man here?"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice appeared in the empty secret room.
Su Jingyu stood up from the ice coffin with an expression that he had long been accustomed to, "You still have the nerve to accuse me!?"
Su Jingyu looked at the man in white who suddenly appeared, pressing He asked angrily: "My son is still lying in bed and is still unconscious. How do you control the demon spirits under your hands!?"
(End of this chapter)