Episode 18: I don't know where to go, but the peony is still 3

"Is Mr. Wei busy with business?" Le Qi was relieved and asked with a smile.

"Is that so? What's wrong with Senior Le?" He bit the word very hard, and his tone was faint but vaguely unhappy.

He smiled shyly and nodded: "It's the last time, how did the ghost-blood boy summon it? Mr. Wei only said that he was waiting for the right time. I don't know when this is the right time?"

Before Wei Tanyi could answer, she stood up, grabbed a handful of millet to the parrot shelf, and said, "You little beast, eat me every day, and you don't say a word." The parrot quacked and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her unprovoked accusations. Le Qi was scolded by her implicitly, and his face was a little hung up.

"Le senior immersion ** This way is much longer than Wei. You should know that the ghost blood boy can't be summoned without rotten blood for more than ten years. Why do you have to ask me again?" Wei Tanyi's eyes signaled that he would not make trouble, and then said lightly.

"But you clearly didn't have rotten blood that day. How did you do it?"

Wei Tanyi looked at him and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Elder Le really want to know?"

Le Qi didn't understand that he was already calculating a trick and nodded straight.

"Well, Elder Le did Wei a favor, and Wei said the reason."

The sound turned around, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

Le Qi was only looking for profound spells and said without thinking, "Mr. Wei, please tell me, as long as Le can do it, he will not shirk it."

"That's good," Wei Tanyi finally showed a treacherous expression, "I'm going into the post hall."

"This..."

"Elder Le hasn't followed the prince for a day or two. There is no weight to speak at this point. Wei doesn't believe it. What's more, I just go in and walk without an inch. If I dare to mess up, how can I beat the left and right Shence Army?"

Le Qi was silent. He smiled and said, "Senior Le, please give me an answer as soon as possible. It's late. The envoy of Beixiao is about to go north."

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In the Zen room, the old man was kowtowed to the monk who was mediting on the futon.

"Master Xin, please save my grandson no matter what! The three generations of our Jiang family have been passed down, and it's just such a unique seedling. As long as I can protect him as an adult, I will not hesitate to devote all my family property!"

The senior monk is also old, and his eyebrows are all white. If he is an ordinary old man, it is hard to say that he has been in the same place for four generations. He will understand the painstaking efforts of his grandson who keeps kowtowing in front of him, but he is a monk. At this moment, his eyes are gently closed, reciting Nanwu Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, counting the rosary quickly in his hand, and only doing it to the old man. Not seen.

"Master Xin, as long as you can save the child of Ziyan, our Jiang family will definitely renovate all the inside and outside of the temple, and then shape a golden Buddha statue... and then buy a pair of winter shoes for the masters... From then on, the whole family will never kill!" The old man burst into tears and kowtowed until his forehead was about to bleed. "Please be merciful and save my poor words!"

The monk finally slowly opened his eyes, looked at him for a long time, and sighed, "Everything is obsession, all evil."

"Master, please show mercy!"

"Old benefactor, get up. I have something to say to you."

As soon as the old man heard that there was hope, he immediately got up. However, he was old and knelt for a long time. He almost fell down. Fortunately, a little Shani in the Zen room helped him and put him on the cushion to sit down.

"The old benefactor is not an old man with an iron heart. It's really not easy to save your grandchildren, which will only make more people fall into misfortune. How can I save those poor people?"

The Zen master picked up the rosary: "Lord, please see, if one of these one hundred and eight rosaries is broken, do you want to abandon the whole string of rosary beads and bury it with it?"

The old man said eagerly, "How can wood be compared with people!" If the master wants rosary beads, we can make thousands of strings for you, but there is only one child in the Jiang family..."

"The benefactor is wrong. Muben is also a creature, which is not inferior to people," the Zen master waved his hand and smiled. "The old man has a way to save the benefactor's grandson. Shi mainly repairs the temple or the statue of the Buddha's body. That is that the donor's own merit has nothing to do with the old man saving people, but the benefactor, please listen to the old man's words first. Then decide whether to save people or not.

The old man rubbed his hands anxiously: "Master, please speak."

"Jiang Xiaozi was born in the cloudy moon, the cloudy day, and the dark hour. The life line is thin and there is no way to save it. However, if you can find the person born in the sun, the sun, the sun, and the yin and yang will be reconciled, and you will have a safe life. It's a pity that it's hard to find people with extreme cathode yang. I'm afraid that if I find that person, it may not be a woman.

"It doesn't matter if you are a man or a man!" The old man said quickly.

The Zen master shook his head with a smile: "I didn't know that there was a polar yang person, otherwise I would have told the donor in the morning."

"If this marriage that conforms to God's will is not possible, there is also an anti-sky move to save the life of this extremely gloomy person. That is, to find another person who was born on the same day as him and bear double the pain."

The old man was stunned and muttered, "...this, this is too much..."

The heart Zen master closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, and sighed without a trace: "To be honest, Zhu Lin, Lao Na's closed disciple, was born on the same day as Mr. Jiang Xiaozi, but he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his body is still strong, and he has not been very sick so far."

"Is what the master said true?" The old man was immediately overjoyed, "So, where is the little master now?"

The Zen master of the heart was silent for a moment and said, "Zhulin is a disciple who has been taken away by the imperial edict. In the future, he will become a hero who saves the world from water and fire. However, if the donor brings him back to the house, the little prince can indeed be saved, but Zhulin will die young because of going against the sky. In the near future, disaster will come. Ji, no one can save these tens of thousands of people. Can the donor think about it?

The old man opened his eyes wide in shock and said in disbelief, "Isn't this... Don't you want me to be a sinner in the world?"

"That's right. The catastrophe is imminent. If your house can let go of its obsession, the world can be saved. If not, when that day comes, there will be a complete egg under the nest, and it can't save your life."

The head of the Zen master was relieved: "Donor, your own selfishness and the world are between your thoughts."

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"It's ridiculous!"

In Yiwang Mansion, Song Zhen threw the teacup in her hand to the ground fiercely, and the good blue and white porcelain was broken into countless pieces.

Le Qi only bowed his head and said nothing.

"Is he going to enter the post house? You and I know very well what kind of person he is. If he wants to make trouble, it is easy to make trouble even if he is empty-handed. In case something goes wrong, who will take responsibility!"

Song Zhen was so angry that she couldn't speak. She walked back and forth in the room for a few times, and then stopped to point to Le Su: "You, are you dizzy? Can he tell you the truth so easily? Even if you know the truth, you can summon the little doll in red and defeat him? Maybe he has a more powerful trick! Then do you still have to come to beg him!"

"The prince doesn't agree. He will refuse next time. You don't have to be angry. It's important to take care of your health." Le Su said in a low voice.

"It's good to know!" Song Zhen was still unresolved and grabbed a teacup and fell down fiercely.

Le Qi looked at the fragments of the ground, and his eyes seemed to have an unknown brilliance.