Chapter 194: The young monk is unstable?
"Blood jade?"
Liu Yueci blinked, not interested in the blood jade.
He doesn't need to cultivate his soul, so even if he gets the piece of blood jade, it will be of no use.
“Brother Yiyu, I won’t go…”
"Go, go!"
Before Liu Yueci finished speaking, Shen Yiyu saw a somewhat slovenly old man rushing towards the tea room with vigorous steps.
The old man pulled Liu Yueci, "Go! You must go."
"Old sir, you are awake!"
Liu Yueci saw Dan Hua woke up, feeling very excited.
He thought that the old gentleman was struck by lightning and died immediately.
I slept all night, and I felt so energetic when I woke up. I thought it was nothing serious.
“Wake up, wake up!”
Dan Hua replied to Liu Yueci perfunctorily, and then pulled him to a corner.
“You must get that piece of blood jade, it can save your father!”
When Liu Yueci heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Old sir, what you said is true."
"How can I still lie to you!"
Dan Hua turned it over. Rolling his eyes, he staggered out of the tea room with his hands behind his back.
"That's all I've said anyway. It's up to you whether to go or not."
"This is..."
Shen Yiyu asked curiously as he watched the old man leave.
"Ouch..."
Liu Yueci gave him a meaningful look, "A doctor came to the door and said he could save my father."
Listen Hearing Liu Yueci's words, Shen Yiyu narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
"Has General Shen's health improved in recent days?"
"It's still the same."
Liu Yueci sighed, then looked at Shen Yiyu with a smile, "Brother Yiyu, I will also go on the day of the treasure hunting competition. When the time comes, you must be merciful. Ah."
"I should have said that." Shen Yiyu smiled, "Then... I will come to see you on the day of the treasure hunt?"
Liu Yueci nodded.
Then, Shen Yiyu left the general's mansion.
..."Uncle, you are back!"
Early in the morning, Chang Kong returned to Xiangyun Temple by himself.
Then he locked himself in the Zen room of the temple again.
When Wu Xin called Chang Yuan over, Chang Kong no longer planned to see anyone.
"Junior Brother Changkong, what are you doing?"
Chang Yuan twisted the Buddha string and kept telling himself in his heart that he is a monk and must be calm when encountering trouble!
Calm down!
"Amitabha..."
Chang Kong sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling a little confused, "Brother, there are some things that I need to meditate on for a while."
"You..."
Chang Kong only said one sentence, and he could hear his confusion and lack of determination at this time.
"Amitabha, what are you doing around here?"
Chang Yuan glared at the monk who was peeking outside the temple and scolded, "Have you finished everything?"
Seeing Chang Yuan discovering them, these monks clasped their hands together, bowed to Chang Yuan, and left quickly.
Watching them leave, Chang Yuan looked at the Zen room where Chang Kong was, sighed deeply, and left.
"Hey, smelly monk..."
In the Zen room, Qingdiao got in from the window, "Your Taoist heart is unstable."
"Who am I?"
Chang Kong suddenly asked.
Qing Diao flew to the table, heard Chang Kong's question, and glanced at him doubtfully.
“Aren’t you just a smelly monk?”
“What should I do?”
“Why should I practice Buddhism?”
Qing Only then did the eagle realize that he was not asking it, but himself.
"What are you worried about?"
The green eagle hovered above Chang Kong's head, thinking of the portrait of the woman, and guessed: "Or are you worried that you have a mortal heart?"
(End of this chapter)