Luo Mansion's rare cleanliness these days makes Luo Yi, who has just returned from the countryside, still a little unaccustomed to it. Maybe his precious daughter has become sensible!

Luo Jiaojiao didn't think about food or food for several days in a row. She covered her head and slept all day long, which made Li'er so bored that she almost grew hairy.

"Master! Today is an outing day, and the mountain will be very lively!"

Li'er looked at the chirping birds in the yard, and her heart had already flown outside.

"No! Leave me alone!" A snow-white arm stretched out from the quilt.

"My slave heard that an eminent monk came to Hongmen Temple. It is said that his magic power is so powerful that he can make the incense in the incense burner soar into the sky!"

Li'er also brought out the things she heard from hearsay.

"Those are all some tricks to defraud some incense money!" Li'er was unmoved.

"Really! I heard that those cigarettes can also transform into human faces, it's amazing!" Li'er said like she had a nose and eyes.

"I don't know what happened to the little tree I planted?" Luo Jiaojiao finally revealed her head and face from the quilt.

Li'er quickly fetched warm water and waited on her master to wash and dress.

Luo Jiaojiao drank a bowl of lotus seed soup, then put on the light yellow skirt that Li'er brought for her, put on a white cloak and walked out of the house.

Li'er took a parasol and followed her master out of the house with a smile on her face.

The sun shone warmly on Luo Jiaojiao's body, making her peach-like cheeks even more pink.

Li'er held up her umbrella and looked around, looking at some novel gadgets on the roadside.

There are many pedestrians on the road, rushing to go for an outing on Hongmen Mountain in twos and threes.

The girls all dressed up beautifully, attracting the attention of some men from time to time. They would also cover their faces with fans and secretly look at those men.

Luo Jiaojiao was pulled sleepily by Li'er to the foot of Hongmen Mountain. Behind them were several handsome husbands.

"Master! They have been following us!" Li'er covered her mouth with her hands and said with a smile.

"Boring!" Luo Jiaojiao yawned lazily.

Li'er was marching happily on the mountain road. She picked an apricot flower and put it in Luo Jiaojiao's hand, and then turned back and waved to the men following them. She felt that there were several young men behind her protecting her.

, I feel at ease. After all, this mountain is huge. If there is any evildoer, someone needs to help, right?

"We're here! This is it!" Luo Jiaojiao saw the small apricot tree she planted.

The almond tree has grown much taller, and its branches and leaves are quite lush.

Luo Jiaojiao felt happy and sat on the rock next to her, watching the trickling water next to her.

"You planted this tree here alone, so you're not afraid of it being lonely?" Yang Zisheng came out from behind the forest.

"It's shameless to eavesdrop on my daughter's conversation!" Luo Jiaojiao turned around and saw Yang Zisheng and said angrily.

"With a group of young gentlemen accompanying you, your ability to attract wind and butterflies may not be so glorious!" Yang Zisheng came over and sat beside Luo Jiaojiao.

"That's their business! It has nothing to do with me!" Luo Jiaojiao said, standing up and pulling Li'er away.

"I see that Yang Langjun doesn't mean any harm. He seems to like you very much!" Li'er whispered quietly to Luo Jiaojiao.

"Although I don't like the rules of the boudoir, I also know how to respect others!" Luo Jiaojiao is a martial arts practitioner after all. After she paid attention, the sound of Yang Zisheng's slight footsteps reached her ears. So she deliberately raised her voice.

"Respect?" Yang Zisheng stopped hiding himself and strode directly to Luo Jiaojiao's side.

"Didn't your father teach you?" Luo Jiaojiao snorted in her nose.

"Only when you have power can you gain the respect of more people!" Yang Zisheng thought for a while and said.

"That's fear! It's not respect! Only when a person's words and deeds are frank and aboveboard can he truly gain the respect of others!" Luo Jiaojiao thought of her father Luo Yi.

"Is there such a person?" Yang Zisheng opened the folding fan and said with a smile.

"Isn't my father just like this?" Luo Jiaojiao stopped and turned to look at Yang Zisheng with disdain.

"Is there anything else?" Yang Zisheng lowered his head and looked at Luo Jiaojiao's face, reluctant to look away.

Luo Jiaojiao didn't have the pretentious shyness of a boudoir girl, and her upturned pink face showed a stubborn expression.

"And..." Luo Jiaojiao couldn't say anything. She blinked and looked at the teasing look gradually appearing on Yang Zisheng's face, and she felt a little confused in her heart. There were so few people like her father.

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"Okay! It's a nice day! I heard that the monks at Hongmen Temple know magic, let's go and have a look!" Yang Zisheng waved his folding fan and walked in the direction of Hongmen Temple.

"Master! Why don't we go and have a look too?" Li'er encouraged her when she saw Luo Jiaojiao standing there in shock.

Luo Jiaojiao's mind was always entangled with the issue she had just argued with Yang Zisheng, so she didn't comment. Li'er pulled her and followed Yang Zisheng.

The Hongmen Temple was full of incense, and people who came to worship Buddha and offer incense were so crowded.

Yang Zisheng took Luo Jiaojiao and his servants and headed straight for the main hall of Hongmen Temple.

"Master! Yang Langjun seems to be very familiar with this temple!" Li'er whispered.

In front of the main hall of the temple stands a tall Buddha. In front of him is a huge incense burner.

"Amitabha! Donor Yang! The abbot is in the meditation room in the backyard. Please come with the young monk!" A young novice standing behind the Buddha saw Yang Zisheng and walked over quickly to salute.

"Wait a minute! I heard that the incense in the temple is strange, so I came to take a look!" Although Yang Zisheng was smiling, his eyes were staring at the closed Buddha with a cold light like knives.

"Amitabha! Donor Yang! Those rumors are spread by lies and cannot be believed!" The abbot of the temple came to Yang Zisheng and chanted the Buddha's name.

"There's no smoke without fire! This matter has reached the ears of King Dai, and Yang must find out!" Yang Zisheng explained his purpose.

"Please offer incense to the donor!" the Buddha, who had been closing his eyes silently in front of the main hall door, said in a deep voice.

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly felt that she was in a trance. She calmed down and looked at the Buddha.

The Buddha is fat-eared, but he is somewhat of a Buddha.

This Buddha not only has deep inner strength, but also has the power to captivate people. I have to be careful to see what happens.

Luo Jiaojiao thought about it and couldn't help but take a few steps back. But Li'er looked at Yang Zisheng with admiration as he picked up the long incense piled neatly next to the incense burner.

One stick of incense is as thick as the mouth of a bowl. Yang Zisheng took three sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.

Fire thunder shot out from the Buddha's sleeve and burned the three sticks of incense.

After a moment, cigarette smoke billowed up into the sky.

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly felt dizzy. She subconsciously held her breath and looked at the Buddha.

The Buddha pointed his hand towards the smoke column, and the shape of a human face appeared.

Yang Zisheng suddenly raised his palm and struck the Buddha's raised finger. The Buddha's finger quickly retracted and transformed into a fist, receiving the power of Yang Zisheng's palm.

At this time, Luo Jiaojiao discovered that the human face on the smoke column had disappeared. Only then did she understand the mystery, flew up to the incense burner and broke the three incense sticks.

After the incense fell to the ground, it was stamped out by Luo Jiaojiao who jumped down.

When the Buddha saw this, his face turned livid.

"Senior brother! Let them leave, the temple may not be safe!"

"Amitabha! Junior brother! Stop your hands!" Master Abbot clasped his hands together and lamented.

The Buddha's eyes suddenly widened and he struck out at Yang Zisheng with both palms.

Yang Zisheng had inhaled a little smoke and was poisoned by the smoke. Although he tried his best to receive the Buddha's palm, he vomited blood and fainted due to the poison.

"Yang Langjun!" Luo Jiaojiao squatted down and held Yang Zisheng's shoulders and called. At this time, she also felt that her breathing was not smooth.

"Let's be desperate mandarin ducks together!" There was a hint of ridicule in the Buddha's voice.
Chapter completed!