Chapter 127 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 32
After worshiping, Qing Wu nestled in Xu Chen's arms and explained to him the authenticity of the two ginkgo trees in the temple and now at the door of the house.
And...the two months she disappeared.
At the beginning, she was indeed taken away by an old Taoist priest who was wandering around, and she was also taken to a very remote place.
Seeing that her hands were clean, she had never harmed anyone, and she was cultivating her human form in the temple, the Taoist priest let her go without breaking up her cultivation.
But he didn't let her go. Instead, he locked her in a demon trap.
Xu Chen hugged her with dark eyes: "What then?"
And then...
Qingwu blinked and recalled.
……
In front of the door of a dilapidated wooden house, an old man with white hair and beard was lying on his back on a big stone. He picked up the wine bottle and drank a few sips from it. He crossed his legs and shook his head very leisurely.
"Old man, let me out quickly, you've been locking me up for a month!"
The banshee's impatient voice came from the pot on his waist.
The Taoist priest took off the pot from his waist and shook it in his hand.
"I'm telling you, you little monster, I won't kill you and you're not grateful to me, but you still scold me. It's really a declining world and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."
Qingwu sat cross-legged in the empty pot, puffing out his cheeks.
Ah, so angry!
This bottle will restrain the demonic power.
If treating Xu Chen hadn't consumed all her spiritual power, she would have broken the broken bottle and gone out.
This old man...
Take advantage of others' danger!
Despicable and shameless!
Treacherous villain!
"Stop talking nonsense and let me out."
"Just stay in there honestly. Let me tell you, although my treasure pot can restrain the power of demons, it is also conducive to the cultivation of benevolent demons into immortals. You must seize this opportunity. ”
Qing Wu looked blank: "No, I have no good intentions, I don't need this opportunity."
The old Taoist priest chuckled, "Want to go out? See your little lover? If that's the case, I can't let you out. Do you understand that human beings and monsters have different paths? Besides, he is a little monk, and he is not the same as you. For conspiracy..."
Qingwu: "..."
Next, she was forced to listen to the old man Balabala said a lot of truth.
I just want to hit someone! A few days later.
On a night when the stars are sparse and the moon is dark and the wind is high.
In the room, the pot hanging above the bed cracked slightly, and then another one, like a spider web...
Finally, the pot quietly broke apart.
A green figure landed on the ground and staggered.
After standing firm, Qing Wu looked at the old Taoist priest who was sleeping soundly and unpreparedly on the bed, smiled slightly, rubbed his wrists and came closer.
Then, screams came from the room, ringing through the sky.
"Ah!"
"Why did you come out? Ahhhhhhh!!! My treasure pot, that is passed down from my ancestors... Ouch!"
"Do you understand respecting the elders?"
"...the rules of the world are: don't slap someone in the face!"
the next day.
Hanging upside down on the big tree at the door of the cabin was an old man with a bruised nose and swollen face.
The Taoist priest looked at the pile of treasures that he had found under the tree and the little demon who was picking and choosing them with tears in his eyes.
"Be gentle, gentle, this is my ancestral sword!"
"Hey, hey, be careful, this is my ancestral talisman! It's very precious! Don't tear it into pieces for me!"
When Qing Wu picked up a small golden bead, the Taoist priest immediately closed his mouth with a nervous look on his face.
There is no three hundred taels of silver here.
She looked at it curiously, but didn't see any tricks, so she looked up at the Taoist priest above.
"Old man, what is this?"
"Just...just an ordinary bead."
"Oh ~ ordinary."
Qingwu smiled and tossed the golden beads up and down.
(End of chapter)