Chapter 5 The ghost-faced Buddha with green face and fangs
Inside the bridal chamber.
Zhao Qingmei was dressed in a red wedding dress, with a wedding kerchief covering her head.
"squeak!"
Tan Yun opened the door and walked in.
Zhao Qingmei asked: "Tan Yun, what's going on outside?"
"The people from the Caogang came to make trouble. It seems they want the land deed in my uncle's hands." Tan Yun replied.
"That's it." Zhao Qingmei nodded, with a hint of coldness in her tone.
"Teach... don't worry, miss, I know what to do." Tan Yun licked his lips, with a cold, bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
"Today is a happy day." Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "And tomorrow will be a sunny day with a bright sun."
Zhao Qingmei likes sunny days, because sunny days kill people faster and dries blood faster.
"I understand." Tan Yun nodded.
.........
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and most of the guests gradually dispersed.
"I'm in."
An Jing came to the door of the bridal chamber.
"Creak--!"
As the door slowly opened, An Jing walked in.
Zhao Qingmei put her hands in front of her legs, clasping them tightly together, and you could hear her slight breathing.
"I'm going to choose a hijab."
An Jing smiled, picked up the scale and picked up the Xipa.
The kerchief fell, and Zhao Qingmei's beautiful face looked even more charming under the candlelight, especially the red lips, which seemed to completely melt people into her.
At this time, a blush appeared on her jade-white cheeks, and her eyes filled with autumn water were looking at An Jing affectionately.
"Green plum."
An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's jade hand and felt a warmth coming from it.
An Jing never thought that he could marry such a beautiful woman.
Zhao Qingmei felt her heart beating very fast, like a deer bumping around. She lost all her strength and fell directly into An Jing's arms.
"Qingmei, you may have to suffer with me in the future..."
"Husband, just like that cup of tea, we may suffer for a while, but we will never suffer forever."
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said.
"Yes, we won't suffer forever." An Jing looked at the person in front of him and vowed in his heart to treat such an understanding wife well.
"lady."
"Um?"
"It's time for the wedding..."
Then there was just a cry and the candle went out.
...........
The next day.
An Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a faint ray of sunlight shone in through the window lattice.
The red curtain is still full of warmth.
"Husband, you're awake."
At this moment, the door opened.
Zhao Qingmei took off her red wedding dress and wore a green dress, which gave her a unique aura and temperament. At this time, she was wearing a ruffle skirt around her waist and there was still some sweat on her forehead.
"I made a medicinal porridge according to the medicine book on your table, please try it quickly."
An Jing was both amused and moved when he heard this, "This medicine and porridge are all used to replenish the body. I'm in good health and don't need to replenish myself at all."
With that said, An Jing got up and got out of bed, looking at the fragrant medicinal porridge on the table, sighing secretly in his heart.
If you get a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?
After Anjing drank the medicinal porridge, he felt a heat lingering in his body for a long time. He was secretly surprised. Could it be that the human flowers had condensed?
If you want to reach the master level from the first level of cultivation, you must gather the three flowers, namely the human flower, the earth flower, and the sky flower.
An Jing's cultivation has been stagnant for more than half a year, and the human flower has never condensed. Now it seems that this shackles has been easily broken.
Now as long as the earth flowers, sky flowers, and three flowers are united into one, we can reach the realm of the master in the world.
Unexpectedly, in one night, I actually condensed the human flower, one of the three flowers.
"How does it taste?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously.
"Of course it's very good."
An Jing smiled and said, "Madam, I like to eat everything you cook."
"That's good, my husband likes it, and I will work for him every day from now on." Zhao Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of smiles.
"Madam, please take a look at the pharmacy first. How many herbs were missing in the past few days? I'm going to ask now."
"Okay, feel free to go."
Seeing An Jing leaving, Tan Yun couldn't help but said: "Miss, why don't you invite some servants? Who can bear it if you don't get up to make porridge every day?"
My leader's hands were stained with blood. When were they used to make porridge for others?
"Just do your part."
Zhao Qingmei didn't know what she thought of, and a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth: "You and I will go to the street to buy some meat and vegetables later and come back. I will prepare lunch and dinner carefully."
"yes."
Tan Yun sighed helplessly.
...........
Yuzhou City, Red Hall.
"Master Wang, come on, have another drink."
"Master Wang, let's talk about the story of Yulin Peak again. Was there really a third-level master who appeared that day?"
"Are all those demons really imprisoned in Yuzhou Prison?"
In an elegant private room, Wang Zhiping's face was flushed, surrounded by orioles and swallows.
"Let me tell you, I am currently at the seventh level of cultivation. With my qualifications and the training of my uncle, I have a good chance of entering the fifth level or even the fourth level in the future." Wang Zhiping laughed proudly.
"Fourth grade!?"
There was a sound of exclamation all around.
In the martial arts world, the fourth grade is already considered a master, and in the Cao Gang, he can even take the position of deputy helmsman.
"I'm afraid this is impossible."
At this moment, a sharp and cold voice sounded.
"who!?"
When Wang Zhiping heard this voice, he suddenly sobered up.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are."
Outside the door, a fat and bloated old monk stood with his hands clasped together and a smile on his lips. The old monk's face was ugly, like a fierce ghost.
Anyone who has been around the world knows that there are four types of people in the world that you should be careful about: women, children, monks and Taoists.
"Who are you? I have no enmity or grudge against you..."
Wang Zhiping took a deep breath and moved his palms down his body.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Before Wang Zhiping finished speaking, several women beside him stabbed his body with long knives.
"You...you..."
Wang Zhiping's eyes were stunned, and he looked at the woman who had just kissed him in disbelief, and finally his body went limp and fell to the ground.
"Dharma protector, this little seventh-level figure, why would you bother to come in person?"
A woman wiped the blood on her face and said respectfully to the old monk.
Wang Zhiping didn't know the identity of this old monk, but she knew it clearly. He was one of the four guardians of the Demon Sect. He was the head of the Baima Temple of the Lian Sect, and then betrayed the Baima Temple and joined the Demon Sect, earning a bad reputation in the world.
Like thunder piercing the ears.
Thirty years ago, there was a bloodbath at Hidden Sword Villa, killing 327 people, not even the babies.
Thirteen years ago, a night attack on the Ulan tribe was carried out in the Mobei grassland, killing countless third-level and fourth-level masters in Mobei. In the end, a second-level master was killed by the peerless murderer, the Ghost-faced Buddha.
His achievements are brilliant and countless.
"As per the rules within the sect, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Ghost Faced Buddha said calmly.
The woman suddenly felt a chill in her heart and hurriedly leaned down.
The old monk glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then walked slowly downstairs.
The entire Hong Kong Coliseum was still very lively and noisy, and no one knew that Wang Zhiping had died in the house.
The Ghost-faced Buddha was walking in the Coliseum, and everyone around him was still chatting and laughing.
It was as if no one saw him at all.
This is exactly the realm of formlessness in Buddhism!
At this moment, a cold look glanced over.
"this......."
Ghost Faced Buddha felt a sudden surge of cold air behind his back, rushing directly from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap. It was like stepping on the tip of a sword.
I only feel this way when facing the old leader and a few old bald donkeys from Buddhism.
When he followed his eyes, he saw a figure in black disappearing at the entrance of the Coliseum.
Master!
A peerless master!
The ghost-faced Buddha frowned, and his heart was shaken.
In the formless state, his whereabouts could not be seen by the naked eye at all, but the man just now was able to penetrate it easily. If he was not born with spiritual eyes, he would be a first-rate master.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a master in Yuzhou City. It seems that I have to report to the sect master."