Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 662 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 27

Shen Lang's narrow phoenix eyes suddenly turned black, as deep as indestructible old ink, and layers of ripples rippled in his eyes, forming a bottomless whirlpool.

He stared at Quan Jiu for a long time, then lowered his head, tightened the reins in his hands, and looked ahead:

"It's still half a day's journey from Baihe Town to Foyin Temple. There is a maple forest on the road, which is in full bloom at this time. If you want to see it, you can choose to ride a horse on the next journey."

Maple Leaf Forest is located at the foot of Foyin Temple. In late autumn, red maples cover the mountains and fields, and people flock to the temple to worship.

Quan Jiu stared straight at Shen Lang:

"But I don't have a horse."

A palm with distinct joints and visibly blue veins was handed over.

Shen Lang: "Come up."

Be concise and concise.

As an LSP, Quan Jiu would naturally not be polite to him. She looked up at the tall figure sitting on the horse.

"You can come up, but I want to be behind."

It was the first time Shen Lang heard such a weird reason, and he imagined the scene she said. He was walking in front of her, but it was like she was holding him in her arms, and his eyebrows were slightly twisted.

"good."

Quan Jiu then stretched out his hand and put his hand, which was smaller than his, into his generous palm.

She was thin and thin. Shen Lang exerted a little force and pulled upwards, and she stepped on the saddle flexibly. With the help of the force, she jumped and was about to sit on the horse. A strong force suddenly appeared in her waist. After the world was spinning, Quan Jiu was steady. He sat in front of Shen Lang.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, knowing that she had been deceived, and suddenly turned her head to look back at the man behind her:

"You lied!"

"A soldier never tires of deceit."

Shen Lang's voice is deep and mellow.

There was no obvious smile at the corner of his mouth, but the curve of his mouth was slightly raised, making it look like a smile but not a smile.

Quan Jiu was not convinced and wanted to save her life. She planned to sit in the back, but as soon as she made a move, the person behind her moved!

"Hurry up!"

Shen Lang whispered in her ear.

At the same time, a big hand held her waist, the young man spurred his horse and whipped it, and the horse under his crotch ran out at a high speed!!

"grass!"

Quan Jiu couldn't help but curse.

The horse's back bumped, and she had to hold on to the saddle with both hands.

A dark light flashed across Shen Lang's eyes, and he accelerated his horse's speed. The two of them immediately passed the team and ran at the front.

Shen San, who was inexplicably abandoned by his master, stood stunned on the horse. Looking at Shen Lang's gone figure, he scratched his head in confusion.

"Divine Doctor Shen said that horses follow their masters, but your Excellency didn't seem to refute..."

Did you forget?

………

The horse speeds through the red maple leaf forest. On the horse's back, the flowing green shirt and gold-plated black robe are intertwined in the wind.

"arrive?"

Quan Jiu raised his head and stared at the mahogany plaque, which had the three characters "Foyin Temple" written in white paint.

Shen Lang dismounted first and stretched out a hand to help her.

Quan Jiu used his strength to dismount and came to the temple.

There are many pilgrims in this Foyin Temple, and it seems that there is no shortage of money, but the temple decoration is elegant and simple.

"Amitabha, I have met two donors."

The young monk in the temple stands with one hand in front of his chest and bends down to salute.

"The abbot is already waiting in front of the temple, please come inside to invite the donor."

The temple door opened, the lagging convoy also arrived, and a group of people entered the temple in a mighty manner.

Quan Jiu looked ahead and walked beside Shen Lang, but his mouth didn't stop.

"This Foyin Temple doesn't look like much. Why did Chu Tuo drive all the way from Kyoto?"

As far as she knew, there was a temple near the capital with a quiet environment, many monks, and more than a hundred wing rooms.

Shen Lang wanted to talk to her, so he tilted his body slightly in her direction:

"Foyin Temple seems simple, but the temple was built a long time ago. During the Changlong period, the monks in Foyin Temple saved the life of the founding emperor of the Meng Kingdom..."

At that time, the late emperor was just a commoner. He was dissatisfied with the war-torn and turbulent political situation, so he revolted and established the Meng Kingdom.

"If there were no Foyin Temple, there would be no Meng Kingdom later."

"About thirty years later, in the prosperous age of Kangping, due to an unexpected mistake, the newly appointed abbot of Foyin Temple once again rescued the then prince of Meng Kingdom."

The prince ascended the throne and became the emperor. In order to thank the abbot, he specially named Foyin Temple as Huguo Temple.

The two came to the front of the main hall. Only one door of the hall was opened. They walked side by side, which was inevitably a bit crowded. As they rubbed shoulders and heels, the green robe clung to the black robe.

Shen Lang and Quan Jiu stood on both sides, while Chu Tuo and He Miaomiao walked towards the abbot.

"His Majesty."

The abbot had a gray beard, held a Buddhist bead in his hand, and bowed slightly to Chu Tuo.

Chu Tuo hurriedly stepped forward to help:

"Master Kong Ming is free of charge."

Quan Jiu licked his lips with the tip of his tongue in interest.

This Chu Tuo has always been arrogant and self-righteous, but unexpectedly he respects Master Kong Ming quite a bit.

Master Kong Ming: "The altar has been prepared. Your Majesty and your Majesty have a long journey and have a good rest today. The altar will be opened to offer sacrifices tomorrow."

Chu Tuo: "Thank you, Master Lao."

………

Quan Jiu also heard Shen Lang tell many rumors about Foyin Temple.

for example.

There was a long drought in the country of Meng for three months. After the abbot of Foyin Temple opened the altar to perform rituals, it rained heavily the next day.

The empress in the palace had been suffering from infertility for a long time, so she came to Foyin Temple to relax and live in seclusion. One month later, she was found to be pregnant.

Another example.

After the late emperor sealed Foyin Temple as Huguo Temple, Meng's national fortunes soared, and Meng developed from a small border country to one of the powerful countries it is today.

Quan Jiu broke off a piece of red maple and played with it in his hand:

"It sounds quite mysterious."

She looked at Shen Lang. The man beside her had picturesque features, standing among thousands of red maples.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Letter." Shen Lang's words were concise and to the point.

Quan Jiu was a little surprised.

There is a theory of karma in Buddhism. As the admiral of Dongchang, he killed many people, but she did not expect that he would dare to believe in gods and Buddhas.

A piece of red maple fell down and landed on her black hair. Shen Lang stretched out his hand to brush it away for her.

"Chang Xi, people like me are destined to go to hell."

The man spoke slowly, without any ups and downs, as if he was just stating a calm fact.

The first time he called her Changxi, Quan Jiu was stunned.

Shen Lang stared at her lost expression and felt inexplicably better.

"Chu Tuo's trip this time has another purpose besides offering sacrifices."

When it came to business, Quan Jiu changed his expression to a more serious expression: "What's the purpose?"

“Ten years ago, when Master Kongming’s master, Master Kongche, passed away, he predicted that ten years later, a Ziweixing would appear in Bangladesh and lead the country to become a powerful nation.”

Master Kongche was a highly respected person, and the people of Meng believed in his last words before his death and regarded them as a standard.

Quan Jiu: "What year is this year?"

Shen Lang gave her a meaningful look.

"It happens to be the tenth year."

Eyes facing each other.

Quan Jiu saw the deep meaning in his eyes.

A faint smile flashed across her eyes:

"Don't tell me that you have already arranged someone?"

Shen Lang would definitely be able to find someone to pretend to be a purple star descending from the sky.

What Shen Lang is most satisfied with is the tacit understanding between the two. She can know his next plan with just a look from him.

(End of chapter)