: The joy of the desolation

"Yes, the little monk went back to the temple to pass the message."

The little monk turned his body and walked back to Qingyin Temple.

"Let's wait--"

Master Huaiqing's voice came from behind.

The little monk stopped and looked over in surprise, "Master Huaiqing has any instructions?"

Master Huaiqing looked down at the fish in the clear water lake, and said, "When they leave the temple, later, you go to a new station in the northern city and inform me, as a torture and killing creatures as Mu Sheng

People with serious sins should not always stay in Buddhism, which makes Qingyin Temple very embarrassed.”

"Okay, the monk remembers it."

The little monk wrote down Master Huaiqing's words and returned to the Zen room in the temple and asked Mu Sheng and his daughter to leave: "Two, don't come again in the future, Master Huaiqing doesn't want to see you."

"Are you still unwilling?"

Mu Sheng's hand holding the teacup suddenly exerted force.

The tea cup shattered, cut the flesh of the palm of the palm, and blood was overflowing.

The hot tea flowed along the wounds that had been cut with his palms!

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and it was extremely painful, but Mu Sheng didn't realize it, his face was pale, his eyes were ferocious, and he was a little distorted!

"Why?"

Ye Xun'er stood up from the stool and wore a plain skirt that was different from the previous gorgeous clothes. Her cheeks were not covered with powder, and her black hair was just casually held with a wooden hairpin.

She walked to the little monk, grabbed the little monk's shoulder with both hands, and gritted her teeth: "Master Huaiqing is my grandmother, why didn't she see me? I am her only granddaughter, you must be lazy and didn't go to do it.

The news is brought to Master Huaiqing."

"Enough, Xun'er!" Mu Sheng shouted.

Ye Xun'er let go of her hand, and the little monk ran out.

"Mom, if grandma doesn't see us, how else should we go back to Mu'er's mansion?" Ye Xun'er's eyes turned red.

"The northern competition is important. You can get a good score at that time and see your grandmother again."

Mu Sheng frowned and gritted his teeth secretly.

Even if Master Huaiqing doesn't want to see her daughter, it doesn't matter.

She and Ye Xun'er stayed in Qingyin Temple for two days, and there were many different opinions from the outside world. As long as people know that Master Huaiqing has their mother and daughter in his heart, it will be much more convenient to do things in the future!

Mu Sheng took off the teacup fragments that pierced into his palm with a cruel expression.

She looked at Ye Xun'er who was crying and frowned: "Why did I give birth to such an inaction daughter? If you have the intelligence of Ye Chuyue, it will not be so difficult for your mother. Remember, I will leave

Qingyin Temple should not let people see your tears, otherwise you, General Ye, will be embarrassed to be home.”

Mu Sheng shook his head in disappointment and lowered his hands. Every time he took a step, the blood from his palm would fall to the ground, which was shocking red.

Ye Xun'er bit her lower lip tightly and looked at Mu Sheng's back in disbelief.

turn out to be......

In her mother's heart, even Ye Chuyue could not compare.

Then what is her Ye Xun'er?!

......

North border city.

Station.

Chu Yue hurried back and saw that there were no Xiao Li and others in the post station, leaving only the nine-foot-foot-strong man among Ziyuan's disciples to guard his home, so he asked, "What happened?"

The nine-foot-foot-strong man saw Chu Yue as if he had seen the light and replied: "Sister Elder, you are back. Today and tomorrow, the funeral of Yan Mansion in the North is going to hold. It is in conflict with Senior Sister Leng's happy event. Senior Sister Xiao and the others have passed.

Let's talk about this."

"Don't the joys and joys are in conflict? Shouldn't it be the joys and joys that come first?"

Chu Yue narrowed her eyes halfway.

If we were to talk about the matter, Xiao Li and his group would not use the opportunity of beast spirit.

I'm afraid that this Yan Mansion in the North will be difficult to deal with.

Suddenly, the sound of a funeral suona sounded in the northern city, making the red color in the post station look lonely and cold.

"I heard that the Yan Mansion had died the youngest son of the Yan family. The Yan family was in great pain and was about to die for seven days, not even the first seven days, and they would be sent to a coffin to bury tomorrow. According to custom, this is a very unlucky thing.
Chapter completed!