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Mingkong, dressed in dark yellow sea blue clothes, sat upright on the highest point of the Buddhist altar.
His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and his eyes looked down from the high platform, and fell on the white figure.
…
Su Changjin didn't have much interest in these Buddhist principles, and she always felt that eyes were falling on her, which seemed invisible. She didn't like this feeling.
Turning away from the crowd, he started to walk towards the outside of the mountain gate.
"Young man in white, please stay!"
Seeing that the person chosen by the master uncle was about to leave, the little monk's voice was a little anxious, and he shouted again hastily.
There was no sound in the surroundings, and everyone followed the little monk's line of sight.
Su Changjin was walking out, because he was separated from the crowd and stood in a very obvious position, almost everyone turned around and saw Su Changjin in the group.
"Su Changjin, is the person he called you?"
Chi Yue stopped and stood in front of Su Changjin.
Among the few of them, only Su Changjin was dressed in pure white. Besides, Su Changjin was the only one who was so conspicuous that it was difficult for people not to notice him.
"No, you heard wrong."
Almost without blinking, Su Changjin walked around him and wanted to leave.
Chi Yue raised his head and looked towards the Buddhist altar. All eyes were on them, either envious or puzzled.
After struggling in his mind for a moment, he stopped in front of Su Changjin again.
"Listen to me, if you leave now, have you seen the wolf-like eyes of those people, they will not let you go."
These believers have great respect for Mingkong, and they regard it as a belief. If Su Changjin just walks away like this, there is no guarantee what these people will do.
But no matter how Chi Yue tried to persuade him, the people in front of him still had no intention of staying.
"Benefactor, don't you want to know your own fate?"
The sound passed through most of the Buddhist altar, mixed with internal force, and followed the wind to this side.
"..."
The figure in white stopped at the same moment.
Su Changjin turned around with a chuckle, a gust of breeze was blown by the fan, and he looked straight at the bright sky above the Buddhist altar.
Lu Jingye was standing under the stage.
As soon as she looked back, she saw him standing tall beside the lotus pond.
Su Changjin sneered in his heart.
If she believed in fate, she would have died as early as the time when Beiming was subjugated, so how can she fight this way
A magic stick is a magic stick.
Moreover, this Ming Kong's eyes made her feel very uncomfortable. Although the other party's brows and eyes were thin, he always seemed to want to see through her.
Su Changjin gave a look to Su Xian who was beside him, Su Xian understood, let go of his internal energy and the sound was like a bell, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.
"Master Lao is a feast for the eyes, but my master is sick, and now I have to go back to the house as soon as possible to recuperate."
There are so many people with mixed eyes, it is inevitable that someone will recognize her, Su Changjin is not easy to use his internal strength.
Most of the believers showed their original expressions, and Su Changjin's eyes were withdrawn quite a bit.
At first, he thought that he would not forcefully keep him in this way, but at the next moment, a voice resounded clearly in Su Changjin's mind.
"It's not that the benefactor doesn't believe in fate, but that he doesn't believe in poor monks. How can a person as indifferent as the benefactor maintain his relationship with the many brothers and sisters in his family?"
Voice transmission into secret.
This was for her alone.
"..."
Suddenly a string broke in Su Changjin's mind, and his lips became a straight line.
This person can actually know the bloodline of her clan, and even know her ranking.
You know - Su Changjin is the only son.
He saw through her identity
"Benefactor, the poor monk has a little understanding of Qihuang's art. If you don't dislike it, you can move to the back mountain for diagnosis and treatment."
This time, the voice resounded throughout the Buddhist altar, as if she had expected that she would regret staying, and specially found a step for her to go down.
Suddenly, Su Changjin smiled, the cloud was calm and breezy.
"Okay, so there will be Master Lao."
Since the other party insisted on her accepting the move, she, Su Changjin, would definitely not take half a step back.
Everyone looked disappointed.
"This trip was in vain again. I dressed so plainly. I didn't expect the mage to actually choose that goblin..."
The young man was indignant, this person was the same young man who spoke to Su Changjin outside the mountain before, he watched Su Changjin walking towards the mage with resentful eyes, still thinking in his mouth.
"Don't dare to talk nonsense!" An old woman next to him grabbed him and gave him a hard look.
"That's the regent of our Daqing, how dare you speak so bluntly!"
"..."
The young man was stunned for a while, then took a sharp breath, his eyes focused instantly, and he looked in the direction where the white figure left with a shock.
…
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back mountain.
Qingzhu Huanxi, flowing water Tingting.
The bamboo house is leisurely, a quiet and pleasant place.
Su Changjin didn't expect that Ming Kong would directly bring her to his place of residence.
Not to mention that Lu Jingye actually followed.
The two followed Ming Kong together, but they were so indifferent that they didn't say a word.
"Don't think too much, my third brother is here today to play chess with Mingkong, who knows you will be killed halfway."
Chi Yue explained next to her, Su Changjin's face was cold, and he smiled faintly, "You speak for your third brother."
Not long after, everyone followed Ming Kong into an elegant room, the name of which was Tanjing Pavilion.
Talk about Jing Pavilion, talk about Jing.
With the gurgling of flowers and flowing water, the young monk beside Mingkong made tea for everyone, and then left, only Su Changjin, Lu Jingye and Mingkong were left in the room.
Ming Kong smiled indifferently, his gaze scattered all over Su Changjin's body, "Almsgiver, when you come to the poor monk's place, you don't have to be formal, just say whatever you want."
"The mage is also interesting, you asked me to come here, why did you ask me to talk?"
The folding fan in Su Changjin's hand swayed gently, and the brilliance in his eyes flashed, "Or is it true that the mage tricked me into coming here with evil intentions?"
"..."
Lu Jingye twitched his eyebrows and looked at Su Changjin coldly after the cup of tea was brought to his lips.
"People in the world say that you are unparalleled in wisdom and literary talent, but this king really can't see it at all."
Su Changjin sneered.
"King Muye is lame, who is to blame?"
"..."
Luo Ming and Su Xian met each other's eyes, speechless.
"Okay, you two can do it, let's not talk about the business, what are you two doing here?"
It was rare for Chi Yue to look like a normal person, and the two of them separated their eyes, while Ming Kong was still calm and calm.
"I don't know how to call the benefactor?"
Mingkong smiled lightly, but Su Changjin remained indifferent, lifted the tea on the table and sipped it lightly, "Master can pinch and calculate, how about doing the calculations yourself?"
"Ashamed."
Mingkong opened his mouth suddenly, closed his palms and gave a slight salute, still indifferent, "The benefactor's horoscope is too high, and the poor monk can't read it."
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good night~
(end of this chapter)