Monster, strange. Knowing illusion, unpredictable, smiling into a beauty, turning to become an old man, a slow motion pavilion mansion on the left hand, a slow motion family home on the right, but there is no use for eggs, and eventually will be fancy hanging .
The monster said he was very sad.
Anything that is unreasonable will have something to do with monsters. Fashui is monsters, disease and plague are monsters, earthquakes are monsters, and being caught and raped in bed is the fox who seduce me first.
The monster can be called a model of the back pot man, no one can surpass it.
During the period when the peach blossoms were in bloom, Wuyou Temple was also quite lively, and there were a steady stream of people enjoying the flowers.
Ning Shu saw Li Hui in the literary crowd. Li Hui's clothes were not bad, but Ning Shu saw through mental strength that the jacket was a lot of patched clothes.
It is estimated that wearing it on the outside makes this dress his best.
Ning Shu couldn't help but think of a word, and lost it.
Li Hui looks good. He wears good clothes, but also has a clear-eyed face. His skin is delicate and white. He is obviously a child from a poor family, but he has such delicate skin and tender flesh.
From a young age, he was a person who didn't do much, and he seemed to be a person who would not be considerate of others.
Although his face is rich and noble, his cheekbones are a bit tall and mean.
Mean and unkind.
Perhaps Li Hui discovered that the client was a mountain spirit, but he felt comfortable accepting the client's help.
Maybe the client was willing to give, without asking for anything in return, but Li Hui asked her to be made into a magic weapon, even if she died, she would have to be exploited, and she would not live beyond life, which was a bit chilling.
It's just a beast of wild spirits.
*******, the heart is full of scholars, and the joy is full of Yiqi Ji.
Ning Shu sighed in his heart. As for Li Hui's words, just like other scholars said, they are in a concave shape, wanting to highlight their nobleness.
It stands to reason that reading and literacy can do a lot of things, write letters to people, write couplets during the holidays, and make a living, but Li Hui feels that he is very clean and does not do such things.
Every time there is such a banquet, Li Hui will be invited. After all, Li Hui is a little talented and can support the scene. If he is not invited, he will come himself.
Li Hui thinks this is an opportunity to broaden his network.
Taoyao was fascinated by Li Hui's appearance, thinking of Taozhiyao, Taoyao changed her name to Taoyao.
Like the last time someone wanted to pick the flowers, Li Hui stopped it with a loud voice, making Taoyao's favorability for this scholar almost exploded. Although it wouldn't be great to be picked by a bunch of flowers, the scholar was really kind.
How about being involved in the world
After that, whenever Li Hui came to Wuyou Temple, Taoyao would stare at Li Hui. The poems he made were all in mind, and the attitude of a little fan was like an idol.
Ning Shu yawned, and the air became dirty when there were too many people. She should wait for someone to leave and absorb the essence of the sun and moon. She didn't know when she would be struck by lightning and become a person.
Ning Shu was observing Li Hui when he was bored. Li Hui was very envious and disappointed when he saw the expressions of his fellow scholars, and his eyes were deeply resentful. Every time the client saw Li Hui, Tao Yao felt sorry for him. , He is a talented man, but because of his family, there is no way to achieve his recovery.
Oops, it hurts.
Ningshu: →_→
In fact, it is better for these people not to come, but the peach blossom forest in Wuyou Temple is more famous. If you don't let these literati and sorrowers come, I am afraid that you will have to write poetry and curse at the entrance of the temple.
The scholar is great with this mouth and a pen.
It is estimated that the old monk Huiji is also helpless, after all, Wuyou Temple still depends on pilgrims.
Fortunately, when the flowers were gone, the peaches would be formed, so these literati poosers would not come, otherwise they thought they were here to eat peaches.
Literati regarded money as dung and couldn't do such a small thing.
But Li Hui didn't eat these peaches less, they were all given by the trustee.
In fact, the client seldom eats anything, and he eats some mediocre things. Basically, he doesn't eat meat. As a half-Buddha disciple, the client does not kill.
Sometimes I didn't sleep at night to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and it was inevitable that Li Hui would see it.
It is also inevitable for people like Li Hui to succeed. If you want to be ruthless, you should deprive yourself of it. As long as you can live better, you will not be stunned even if you know that the client is different from ordinary people.
The only thing to blame is that the client thinks of the person too beautifully, and just a few words make her feel good.
A person’s character depends on his actions, saying that money is a crime and he is making money, that a beauty is a curse and I want all people, saying that a person is crawling at heights, saying that smoking and drinking are hurting his body, and that heaven is a beautiful city. No, the world is full of lies. To really see a person clearly depends on his actions.
Sweet words touched the lips and spoke without any effort, without any loss to myself.
If you really want to give, you will act, rather than just enjoying your giving.
When these scholars and pilgrims are gone, novice monks will come to clean the pavilion and the peach blossom forest that has been thrown away with rubbish.
Huiji would go to the pavilion to recite the scriptures regularly every day. Ning Shu felt that the little monk Huiji was really a living Buddha. Every time he recites the scriptures, Ning Shu felt power pouring into his body.
In order to speed up the transformation, Ning Shu desperately absorbed, hoping to quickly transform.
Under Ning Shu's efforts, on a dark and windy night, Ning Shu appeared on the stage with a thunderstorm.
Of course, the feeling of being struck by lightning is called a piercing heart. It hurts as much as tearing the soul apart, and as painful as the whole body is electrified, and it is one after the other. There is a kind of smashing her to ashes. The feeling of giving up.
Ning Shu is rooted in the ground, and there is no place to hide. He can only endure the thunder tribulation smashed on his body. Ning Shu can only grit his teeth and endure it, only hope that Lei Jie will pass quickly.
He didn't dare to challenge Tianwei, just in case he smashed himself to death.
The old monk Huiji put on his clothes and came over. Watching the thunder and lightning draped on the peach tree, Amitabha gave a sound, and he sat on the ground and began to chant. Huiji's chanting made Ning Shu a little bit stronger.
Lei Jie's strength gradually weakened, and most dissipated. Ning Shu felt his body refilled with strength, and Taoshu turned into a body, wearing a set of pink clothes.
Ning Shu touched her face, and finally could walk around, rooted in the ground and couldn't move.
Ning Shu walked to the front of the old monk Huiji with his hands behind his back, and shouted, "Little monk, no, old monk."
Huiji opened his eyes and saw Ning Shu's peachy face, his expression as usual.
(End of this chapter)