Alai sneered: "You have such a big brain, why don't you write a book?"

"Why, I'm so angry that I'm angry?" Bai De also sneered.

When the wolf di came over, he saw two furry rabbits staring at each other with swords and twitches.

He hurried forward to smooth things over: "What's wrong? I brought the juice, do you want to drink it?"

"No!" the two furry rabbits answered in unison.

Bai De glared at Alai and turned around and left.

Alai also snorted coldly and turned around and went out the opposite direction. Lang Di hurriedly followed and said, "Alai, why are you having a fight with Ade again?"

"It's him who makes trouble, not me," Alai replied coldly.

"He is worried about you when he does this, don't do this," Lang Di's voice softened a little. As he spoke, he took out a bottle of juice and handed it to her and said, "Here, don't be angry, drink some juice."

Alai glanced at him, took the bottle of juice produced by his own home, looked down and didn't drink it.

"No?"

"Mango juice is very humid," Alai said.

Wolf Di:...

"I have carrot juice, apple juice, and pear juice here, which one do you want to drink," said Lang Di, taking out three bottles of juice of different colors from his storage ring.

Alai was a little speechless, and she said, "What are you doing with so much juice?"

"You like to drink," Langdi's gray-blue eyes reflected Alai's figure, and he said seriously: "You used to like to drink."

Alai was silent. She used to like drinking juice and thought the juice produced in her home is unique and delicious.

When she went out to play with Langdi, she would always bring a few bottles of juice.

But, she doesn't want to drink it now.

She stuffed the mango juice in her hand back into Langdi's hand. The latter was a little rushing to hold the four bottles of juice. Then she saw Alai take out a bottle of black drink, and said to him seriously and seriously: "Come on, let me introduce you to the best drink in the human world - Happy Fatty House Water."

In the hot summer, fried chicken, hot pot, barbecue and happy fat house water are a perfect life.

Wolf Di:...

He looked at the happy fat man who was stuffed in his hand again, and he was silent.

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After the rest of them exited.

Master Wuchen nodded slightly to the great disciple Yihua behind him. The latter knew how to check the surroundings and confirmed that no one nodded to Master Wuchen after hearing it wrong.

Jie Xi's heart tightened: Is this looking, is he planning to kill the bird and silence?

No, monks do not kill.

"Is Yiye in Guangcheng Management Bureau?" Master Wuchen asked directly.

Jie Xi nodded: "Yes, but he set up a stall without a license, and we caught him by selling fake goods."

She quickly explained, fearing that Wuchen would misunderstand her.

"I probably guessed this," Wu Chen sighed deeply, and the Buddhist beads in his hand kept turning, saying, "He has dreamed of being a peddler since he was a child."

Jie Xi:???

What, she heard the gods?

This is the dream of Buddhist son?

"It's ashamed to say," Wu Chen continued, "Yiye has a connection with the Buddha. He has a high understanding of Buddhist scriptures since he was a child, and his cultivation is even more unmatched by a thousand miles a day. But as ordinary people say, geniuses always have one or two hobbies."

The hobby of Buddha Yiye is to travel around as a peddler. When he meets a destined person, he will sell goods to destined persons. Of course, the goods sold are not fake. They are all consecrated by the Buddha himself, so it can still bless ordinary people to live their lives safely.

However, if a Buddhist son has such a hobby, it is not like a sacred and solemn Buddhist son. Once exposed, the name of the high-ranking Buddhist son cannot be opened. It is famous in the entire world of cultivation. Yichen has to hide this hobby. Occasionally, he will set up a stall to make some money when he encounters a grand gathering, and then donate the money he earns to the caring institution.

After listening, Jie Xi's face was complicated.

Wuchen asked her: "I wonder how Yiye is doing there?"

A brief translation is that your administration abused my Buddhist son? Did he eat well? Did he sleep soundly? Are you happy?

"It's pretty good," Jie Xi recalled the situation over the past few days and said, "He brings a lot of things himself, and he also plays landlords with his friends and plays mahjong."

It's just that I've never won.

Jie Xi didn't say the last sentence.

After all, playing cards and mahjong with Mingruo is simply a struggle with himself.

Xi Jiaocheng and Ji Si no longer want to play cards and mahjong with Mingruo, but the Buddhist son persevered and pestered Mingruo to play cards with him when he had time. Mingruo was a little bored.

He also won away all the so-called thousand-year-old ancient jade, ten thousand-year-old jade Ruyi, and the top-grade talismans carved by the leader of the Talisman Sect.

Wuchen's movement of turning the Buddhist beads was paused: "Doudizhu? Play mahjong?"

Obviously, Master Wuchen, who has been living in Nanwu Temple for many years, rarely goes out, doesn’t quite understand what these two are.

Jie Xi didn't know how to explain anything, so he said to him: "Then are you going to pick him up to the temple?"

"Forget it," Wu Chen thought for a while and sighed: "Since he has broken the law, let him be kept in prison for a while. Yiye will trouble you, donors."

Jie Xi did not expect that things would be so easy to solve. Although they were on the side of the truth, the masters of Nanwu Temple were really scary in their chanting.

It was so easy to talk to. Wu Chen came here in person and brought several masters in Namo Temple. She thought he must take people back. Before leaving, Jie Xi glanced at the monks standing in the yard, and a trace of contemplation flashed across her face and left.

Yihua was puzzled: "Master, don't we need to take my junior brother back?"

"I understand the donor's tone and expression. He did not cause any major disaster. I just calculated the divination. Maybe this is your junior brother's opportunity," Wu Chen said, "The divination I calculated before has disappeared. Yi Chen may be saved, Amitabha!"

Yihua clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name again.

Yiye didn't come back for several days, and they didn't care. Until the news of the death of the owner of the Spirit Plantation came, Wuchen brought them over.

The monks from Nanwu Temple came in full force and walked quietly.

After hearing what his friend said, Alai didn't know what to say for a moment: "So, the monk you caught who sold fake goods was really a Buddhist son?"

"It's him right," Jie Xi looked complicated and picked up a bottle of juice from the desk, unscrewed the bottle and drank it for half: "I won't tell you anymore, I'll go back first."

"Yeah," Alai nodded.

After Jie Xi left, Alai noticed half-drinked juice on the table. She looked at it and remembered that it was Lang Di who was placed here. Alai thought about throwing away the half-drinked drink, and put a new bottle in again.

Jie Xi sent it back to the Guangcheng Management Bureau, and after he made it clear, he waved his wings and flew high to patrol the Guangcheng airspace.
Chapter completed!