The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate

Chapter 8 Meat Bodhi (This chapter is free)

Late at night, Duan Wangfu.

"... What? It's this character who stabbed Xiao Qiao?"

Duan Yu reclined leaning on the bed, the Chinese clothes were slightly loose, and the ink on his back was full of water. He played with Qing Pei in his hand, and looked like he was idle.

"It is true. Although the subordinates do not know why they stabbed, they can be sure that Miss Gu must have what they want."

The man in black under the bed knelt down on one knee, respectfully.

"Um ~~~ interesting."

Duan Yu snorted softly, and then thought of something like that, with a beautiful smile.

The heart of the man in black trembled secretly, and the bitter water stirred the stomach.

"... Fourth, you tell me to go, send ten people to check the whereabouts of the group of assassins." Duan Yu turned his head to the people in black, "Remember, leave me a talker, broken arm or less The legs don't matter. "

The man in black bowed his head.

"By the way, the man named Qiao Feng, how are you doing?" Duan Yu Leng asked.

"Master Wang, at present, 247 men named 'Qiao Feng' in 16 cities across the country have been checked. No one has a wolf head on his chest." The man in black squeezed cold sweat and answered truthfully.

"Oh? Continue to check it-maybe that Qiao Feng is a Westerner, or maybe from southern Xinjiang. In short, don't just look at the Central Plains man, if you meet the conditions, bring your head to see me directly, reward."

It's still so casual, as if it doesn't matter.

"Yes."

Men in black did not dare to say a word.

a long time.

"Why don't you go?"

Duan Yu turned his head and looked at the black shadow on the ground in wonder.

"... Master Wang, Wang ... Isn't Wang annoyed today that we scared Miss Gu and said that we would come back and punish our subordinates? The subordinates did not dare to resign without authorization ..."

Men in black trembled.

Duan Yu's eyes flashed, and her lips were raised slightly: "Ah, you say that ..."

Then she smiled indifferently: "Xin Si, how long have you been following me, true or false, do you not know yet?"

The rock in the heart of the man in black fell to the ground and exhaled secretly.

"It's just a toy. Be nice to her, and I will have a better time in the future." Duan Yu smiled even more, and his words were mild. "You can also spend some time with the play, she can be considered pure and fun."

The man in black kept nodding.

On the night of the ninth day of May, the moon first witnessed a stabbing farce, and then heard the private conversation between Wang Ye and the elite of Wuyiwei.

Wow ~~

It burst into tears in the sky.

——A good black belly!

Another six days, May 15th, is the day when Gu Qingqiao goes out to worship Buddha every month.

The day before, Dong Xi was giving Miss Zhang Luo food, but she heard Qing Qiao said, "Bring more cakes. We are going out for two or three days this time."

Dongxi stunned: "Miss, Guanghua Temple is only two pillars away from Shangshu Mansion ..."

"Who said to go to Guanghua Temple?" The lady smiled sweetly. "We are going to Shangqing Temple."

Shangqing Temple is located in the outskirts of Beijing. There is only one crane in the wild, and the incense is not exuberant.

Dongxi couldn't understand why the lady wanted to stay away. The Guanghua Temple used to be so good. There were many ladies, aunts, sons, and gossips ...

Looking back, although the lady's expression was erratic, there were stars in her eyes.

So dare not grievances, and quickly went back to prepare to change clothes.

Ascetic practice for most of the day, finally arrived at Shangqing Temple.

Dongxi passed here from the future, and from afar, I only felt that although the temple building was slightly dilapidated, it had a rare sense of elegance.

"I tell you, a **** lives in this temple!"

The lady probed out of the sedan and said mysteriously.

Walked outside the courtyard, the door was closed and no one was holding it.

Dongxi had to buckle the door knocker, three beeps, and silent.

After waiting for a while, the door finally “squeaked” and opened a seam, revealing a half of a tender head.

"... what about the donor?"

The little monk made a consolation with one hand and stood high.

"My lady came from Beijing and went to your temple to offer incense sincerely. I asked the master to open the door for convenience." Dongxi replied not humblely.

"Amitabha, Shangqing Temple does not accept vulgar visitors today, please return to the donor."

The little monk didn't look at the luxurious sedan chair, folded his hands, and was ready to close the door immediately.

"... Bold! My lady is the granddaughter of the Ministry of Gifts, the sole proprietor and the granddaughter of Gen. Xu Fei, the founding father, who came from afar today and sincerely incense. How can you be kicked out like this?"

Dongxi blocked the door to be closed, looking as if she had swallowed a thousand pounds of gunpowder.

The little monk "oh" for a moment, not shocked, and the wind was clear: "The abbot of this temple just returned from the tour yesterday, and is being cleared, so the whole temple is closed for seven days-Mo said that Shang Shu is invaluable, but Shang Shu himself is gone . "

Wow, such a big tone, no wonder the incense is not so strong!

Although Dongxi was a maid, she never felt the same kind of anger. She just wanted to get angry and just listened to the "slap" in the coupe-someone was not angry but smiled.

"So, Master Kongkong is back?"

The lady's voice was soft and sweet, like an oriole oriole.

"This female donor, is it old knowledge with the abbot of this temple?" The young monk listened to her tone and turned to look at the sedan chair.

"Well, I know it ... I can barely count it." The curtain opened, revealing a delicate little face, smiling brightly.

The little monk watched for a while.

"The troublesome little master helped me pass a word—" the lady suddenly lowered her voice, "Heavenly covers the tiger!"

The young monk's mouth was "0" and his eyes were like a bronze bell: "Bao ... Baota Zhenhe Demon?"

"Treat a monk like spring!" The lady smiled slightly, holding the winning ticket.

"... Yes, you must treat pork as cruel and ruthless as winter ..." The young monk stuttered and finished his sentence, his face changed greatly.

"It's you!" He murmured as he stepped back to open the door. "It's you ..."

"Oh, the little master has heard of me?"

The lady was intrigued and smiled a little.

The little monk nodded hurriedly: "I have heard ... it turns out that you are the master who said" the one-hundred-year-old hard-to-see "in Master's mouth!"

After saying that, he immediately turned back and quickly notified him.

Leaving the lady behind, she desperately shouted, "Hey! It's 'Fantastic'! It's 'Fantastic'!"

Sunset, blue trees, sunset.

A man in a blue robe stands at the entrance of the main hall of the temple and stares at the north.

Qing Qiao looked for a moment in the distance, finally, he could not bear the huge waves in his chest, and he took a step forward and spit out five words:

"Master-you, fat, now."

The man looked back suddenly, but it was an old glutinous rice face with a smile on his face.

"Good-hearted, good-hearted, wide-hearted is worry-free, and worry-free is fat." Master Kongkong frowned deeply. "Gu Shi, we meet again."

"Amitabha Buddha." Qing Qiao has a good example, his hands folded and returning his gift, "Five years from now, who can expect me to be so destined for the master?"

At that time, the Qing dynasty was a farewell, the master was still the fat monk, but the girl had fallen into a young girl, with a graceful posture.

"Why, Gu do n’t forget about returning home?" The master shook his head. "Hong Chen has everything, there are reasons to come, and there are reasons to go and go. Why should the donor force him?"

"The master said well, I don't dare to force others, but—" Qing Qiao softly smiled, raised his left hand high, and slipped his sleeves down, exposing the half-white tender arm.

The wind blew, jingle jingle.

The silver bracelet was dazzling, the sound was like a glass.

"——But fate has given me hope."

She stared at the master, her face gradually getting serious.

"Nine turns of the unvoiced bell!" Master Kongkong stepped back in shock, "How can this holy relic that has been lost for more than 30 years be brought to your hands?"

"Didn't the master say that? I'm a fascinating one-hundred-year-old, and it's not surprising to get it." Qing Qiao smiled mysteriously.

"... It turns out that you really found it." The master closed his eyes, slightly tired, "or it should be said that it may not be that you found it."

"... Master, please tell me!" Qing Qiao suddenly looked sorrowful. "What are the three other things? 'Heaven, earth, people, and utensils are indispensable." Now that the instruments are in hand, what do I want To go home? "

Talking, the tip of the nose was already red, and the mist rose in his eyes.

"Hmm ..." The sigh sighed, the voice was gentle and soft, "Isn't it good to stay here? Many people want you to stay."

"Not good." Qing Qiao wiped his nose and resentfully said, "Master, you are not me, naturally you don't understand."

joke! Why do those crossing women want to stay in the ancient bubble GG, and still have fun playing? She really can't understand.

In her opinion, this wild world has not yet evolved completely—traffic basically depends on traffic, communication basically depends on howling; no plane, no train; no network, no computer; no chocolate, no toilet, not even sanitary napkins!

Only she knows how she misses the smoky modern world and her warm parents and friends.

No, I can't think about it anymore, I want to go back, anyway!

She secretly squeezed her fists.

"... 'Heaven' is the emperor."

The master's voice came from afar, mixed with tedious flavors.

"Emperor?" Qing Qiao paused, carefully, "is it ... the emperor's soul?"

Orz, although she really wanted to go home, she never thought of killing one's life, especially when she was a dragon.

"——The imperial spirit is a thing." Master Kongkong gave her a glance, "It is an artifact that existed when Pangu opened up the world, and only those with the most exalted personality can bring it with them."

"What does that emperor look like?" Qing Qiao said urgently. "Who is owned now?"

"I don't know," Master Kongkong said in a low tone. "Since ancient times, only the master of the Emperor has seen its true appearance, and its whereabouts are unknown."

Damn, for a long time, I was asked to host the "Exploration" channel.

Qing Qiao suddenly lowered his shoulders, looking depressed.

"——The Ji people have their own heavens." The master quickly comforted her. "Did I not only say the five words" Nine Turns of the Voiceless Voice "to you? You found it after all."

The master mentioned this and recalled the past, she couldn't help breaking her tears-maybe God really helped her.

"Nine-turn unvoiced bell", if she didn't hear these five words at first, how could she save Lu Zizheng, who was born in Sumei? How could he be willing to be punished by him?

Gu Jiaqing Qiao, is definitely not a person willing to do loss trading.

"Thank you, Master, until I find‘ Heaven ’, and come to the church to discuss what‘ Earth ’is.” She was so lucky that she turned away immediately.

At the gate of the temple, Dongxi's girl was still anxiously waiting.

By the way, there may be Wuyi Dark Guard sent by Lord Duan-although there is a master, they don't want to hear anything.

But Lord Duan Yu Duan ... What is he's brother and foot? The most destined person will probably appear beside him, maybe the emperor is in his hands.

It seems I should be "good" to him.

Qing Qiao thought of this and pouted a smile.

"Buddha, you say I told her this way, is it right or wrong?"

Master Kongkong in the distance, looking at the fading back of the girl, thoughtfully. 2k novel reading network