Chapter 133: Knowing the ghost king prefers the ghost king

Originally, he only intended to leave suspicious ghost clothes, and then explored and verified it himself, but he did not want the spirit to casually say a word, and gave him a terrible flaw, thanking him for having a taste, he would count it, and follow the road. Go on. In the end, the fried Lingu film was not left.
The spirit is dead. Thanks to the pity: "Of course, you can not admit it, but you must know whether it is true or not, and it is very simple. As long as I take the dress to the temple of the gods, I will change it in the face of the emperor, and ask you again. If you can't see what it looks like, it will come to the fore."
That Jin Yixian had sucked more than 500 people's blood when he was in the world. It was a sinister evil. If the spirit is only arrogant about the theft of the martial arts hall, and has not had time to take it out to harm people, it is not sinful and unforgivable. However, the spirit is first to be picked up and then to ascend. The earliest time that the legend of Jinyixian was circulated was far later than the years when the spirit was ordered.
That is to say, the spirit is the Jinyixian made by the body of the gods after entering the heavens!
The priest who should have defended the mortal peace, but instead seduce the mortal, should have been investigated and handled. The mortal who is tempted to kill is still the future priest. I am afraid that this matter cannot be easily done. Lingwen sighed and said: "His Royal Highness, you are really..."
Suddenly, she said: "Probably, I am not lucky, this thing has spread to you. Although there are only two of us in this spiritual temple today, you and I have hundreds of years of friendship, but, I I think, if I ask you to look at the eyes of many years of friendship, you will probably not agree. The next step is to persuade me to go to the Shenwu Temple and ask for sin."
Thank you for your pity. Although he and Lingwen have known each other for hundreds of years, they have been dealing with business. Although they have never been deeply involved, the relationship between the two is not bad. Even when they have just risen for the third time and everyone is ridiculing that he is a broken fairy, the spirit is right. He has not been so arrogant, on the contrary, he has taken care of a lot. The task of partial birth of this brocade was distributed to him, and finally he checked the water and stone, and reported it was not, it is even more impossible to report it.
Thanks for your sincerity: "I am also bad luck."
Lingwen picked up his arm and shook his head. "Your Highness, you are this person... Sometimes it is very smart, sometimes it is not very clever; sometimes it is very soft, sometimes it is hard-hearted."
After a pause, she said: "Where is that dress, where is it now?"
Thanks to pity: "In my hand. After that I will personally send it to the Temple of God."
Lingwen nodded and seemed to have nothing to say. Thanks again and again: "So, can you tell me why the jewels don't work on Lang Sui?"
Ling Wendao: "I can probably guess. But if your Highness wants to know the answer, can you promise me a request first?"
Thanks for your pity: "You said."
Ling Wendao: "Can you show me? Jin Yixian."
Thank you for your pity. Lingwen said: "Give me a day. Just after all, if I go to the Shenwu Temple and ask for my own sin, I am afraid I will not have a chance to read it. Don't misunderstand, I am not going to move anything, just, you said that he was visible yesterday, I Really surprised."
She shook her head and her eyes narrowed and said: "... For so many years, I have never seen Bai Jin appear."
Thanks to the pity: "The young soldier, whose original name is Bai Jin?"
The spirit seems to have returned to God, saying: "Oh. Yes, but generally others call him white."
Thanks to pity: "Little white? Sounds like..." It's a bit like calling a dog, and it's a bit like calling an idiot. Lingwen smiled and said: "It is the meaning you think now. The name Bai Jin is what I gave him. Others never call it, so few people know the name. However, if you call him that way, he I will be very happy."
In the legend of Jin Yixian, the way that the young admired woman treats the young man is only cruel and terrible. If it is not bitter, or it is born cold and blood. However, when Lingwen mentioned the youth, his tone was very easy-going, and there was no tenderness or hate. He said: "Well? If you are afraid that I will run away, it is better to use the evil to lock me. I am not a god, escape. Can't fall."
I don't know why, thank you, he should believe in the spirit, indulge in a moment, slowly nodded and said: "Okay."
The two made nothing to look like, and they went out of the Temple of the Spirit. When walking on Xianjing Street, I still greeted the other passing officers as usual. The spirit looks as usual, and the roots in her sleeves have not been locked up. I didn’t go far, and I ran into the hustle and bustle of the patrolling street. The two men greeted each other and stood on the side of the road. They whispered a few words and stared at the pity, thanking me with a slight vigilance. Why are you looking at me like this?"
I touched my chin and said with sincerity: "I don't want to be your prince. I am scared when I see you. I always feel that someone standing next to you seems to have something to do. So I saw you walking with the spirit. The heartbeat has accelerated. Lingwen, you have to be careful."
Lingwen haha ​​said: "How come? You don't want to laugh at the general." Xie Pity could not laugh. In a sense, the feeling of embarrassment is really accurate.
Back to the view of Bodhisattva, it was far from seeing that Lang Ying was leaning against an old tree in front of him. The left hand was carelessly turning the broom to play, and a pile of sweeping golden leaves piled up at his feet. Xie pity looked at it for a while, then deliberately let go of the footsteps, Lang Ying did not look back, but he must have noticed their existence, changed the posture very naturally, continued to sweep the floor, turned and saw, it seems to see Thank you for your pity and spirituality. Xie pity and cough, said: "I am sweeping the floor again."
Lang Fired nodded. Seeing him like this, thanking pity did not hold back, so the elders touched his head and praised: "Good boy."
Lang Hsiao is safely affected. Lingwen looked at them and declined to comment. Xie pity led her to open the door of Bodhisattva and said: "It is here..."
Who knows, once they open the door, they see a figure in front of the merit box, and sneak a sneak peek, and thank you for being too busy to drag him away, saying: "Qiying, don't plug it anymore, really enough. The last time you stuffed me, I haven't got it yet, it's stuck."
Lingwen nodded: "His Royal Highness is good."
Quan Yizhen also said to her: "Hello."
In the center of the Bodhisattva view is a wooden shelf with a plain linen hanging on it. Of course, this is only seen in the eyes of the pity. Lingwen went forward and stared at it for a while. The clothes did not respond. She said first: "Two of His Royal Highness, I want to see it alone, can I?"
Thanks for your pity: "Yes."
If the evil hands are tied to the hands of the spirit, she is not a of martial arts. Basically, there will be no troubles. She is still reassured, and puts her hand on the shoulder of the right, saying, "Go out."
How much is solved one thing, thank you for a little relaxation. Just left the neighbor and sent a circle of melons and vegetables, he took the kitchen and prepared to cook. It can be described as perseverance. In a few days, Quan Yizhen seems to have turned his Bodhisattva view into a place like a farmhouse. He jumped up and down, sometimes climbed trees, sometimes stealing melons, sometimes fish, and sometimes catching frogs. If he didn't pay attention, he would touch him into the kitchen and steal a sweet potato. He touched the air, and when he turned back, he saw that the right one was smashing out of the sweet potato, and he was in a hurry to sneak out the fish. He said, "I haven't done it yet, don't eat it!"
However, it is because you have not done so you have to eat quickly, and when he is done, he can't eat it. Xie pity shook his head and saw Lang Firefly coming over. He blinked and said: "Lang Ying, are you free? Come help, cut a dish."
Lang Ying was originally going to grab the sweet potato that he had stolen, and listened to the pity, and then he came over and helped. He took the kitchen knife on the cutting board and took the cabbage. Xie pity looked at him, turned his head, and while scouring the rice, he said casually: "Lang Ying, ah, have you seen a lot of gods and ghosts who have come to see us in Bodhisattva?"
Each one is weird. Lang Firefly said behind him: "Well."
Thanks: "That, I ask you a question: If you let you choose, do you think that among these gods, which one is the most handsome?"
Lang’s bloated head cuts vegetables and seems to be thinking. Xie pity gently raised his eyebrows and said: "Tell it. It is true according to the truth in your heart."
So, Lang Ying replied: "You."
Thanks and laughs: "Besides me."
Lang Weidao: "Red clothes."
Thanks for pity and forbearance, you have to be hurt.
He said seriously: "Well, I think so too."
After a pause, thank you and asked: "Which one do you think is the best?"
Lang Ying still answered: "Red clothes."
Thanks again, he quickly asked: "Which one is the richest?"
"Red clothes."
"Which one do you most appreciate?"
"Red clothes."
"Which one is the most stupid?"
"Green clothes."
These problems are so close, he actually changed his mouth very timely, showing the agility of thinking and the spirit of reaction. Thanks to pity: "Well, it seems that you still like the brother in red, his name, called Huacheng, remember. So, do you think he is very good?"
Unknowingly, Lang’s knife seemed to be several times faster, saying:
Very good.

Thanks to the pity: "So, if you have time, do you think it is time to invite him to come to us as a guest?"
Lang Weidao: "Well. Of course. Must."
Thanks to pity: "I think so too. However, his subordinates said that he is very busy recently and must be busy doing very serious things. I don't think I should bother."
After this sentence, the sound of the chopping of Lang Ying’s
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suddenly rose a few points, and Xie Pity supported the stove, and laughed and endured the twitching. Quan Yizhen suddenly came in from the window and took a bite of the sweet potato. He looked at his eyes and said to Lang Lu: "You cut it so badly, it is not good."
Lang Weidao: "Well? What are you talking about?"
Thanks for looking back, it was broken, it was broken into slag, and a light cough, said: "Oh, really, your knife is too bad."
"..."
Pour a lot of messy ingredients into the pot, thank you for taking a clap, decided to let them cook for an hour, out of the kitchen, looked at the spirit, and still stayed in the view, he Continue to work, pull out a slightly larger wooden sign from the woodpile, borrow the pen and ink from the village chief's house, sit at the door, take the wooden card in one hand, and write the pen in one hand. Lang Ying also walked over, thanked him for raising his head, and said: "Lang Ying, are you literate? Can you write?"
Lang Weidao: "Yes."
Thank you, "What about your words?"
Lang Weidao: "General."
Thanks to pity: "It doesn't matter, you can see it, and help me a little."
He handed the wooden sign and the pen to Lang Ying, and smiled: "We haven't had a plaque in our view. Is it better to write one with me?"
"..."
Under the urging of thanking, Lang Ying picked up the pen. The little pen was in his hand, as if he were heavy, and he could not waver in any way.
For a long while, he seemed to admit defeat. He put down the pen and the wooden board. After the bandage, there was a helpless voice: "... Brother, I am wrong."
This voice is not a Lan Ying, it is clearly a flower city, just more crisp than ever, is a young boy. Xie pity holding his arm against one side of the wall, watching him struggle for a long time, finally surrender, can't help it, laughed to the ground: "Sanlang is really busy!"