As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they saw several people walking towards them menacingly.
"Here, let me show you your Grandpa Bai's acting skills." Bai Feng's eyes sparkled with excitement.
When several people approached, they greeted each other first, then took out their knives and fought each other for several rounds.
Then he felt exhausted, his face changed, and he looked at a few people in shock. The hand holding the sword pointed at a few people unsteadily, and his eyelids were fighting up and down: "You are despicable, you actually use poison."
After the two of them finished speaking, they fell down in unison.
Feng Wu looked at the green vegetables in front of him and couldn't put down his chopsticks. Although he knew it couldn't be fried with that thing, he just felt disgusted.
Qin Yichuan looked at Feng Wu's appearance and did a trick. He took out a bunch of things from his arms.
Feng Wu looked at him puzzled, then opened the oil paper, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Beggar chicken, where did you come from, husband?"
Seeing the surprise flashing in Feng Wu's eyes, Qin Yichuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said well and confidently: "I asked Liu Wu to take charge."
Feng Wu directly pushed Qingcai aside without even looking at it in disgust: "It's really disgusting."
Then he divided the beggar's chicken into two, pushed one half to Qin Yichuan, put it in front of him, tore off a small piece, and put it in his mouth: "It's delicious."
Then he put a small piece of chicken in his hand to Qin Yichuan's mouth: "My husband, try it too, it tastes good."
Qin Yichuan looked at Feng Wu lovingly and opened his mouth obediently.
After dinner, Feng Wu took Qin Yichuan to go down the mountain to see the old monk and say goodbye.
But the old monk told them in a very embarrassed manner: "Amitabha, the two donors, I'm afraid they won't be able to leave today."
"Why?"
"On the way up the mountain, there is a huge boulder that rolled down from the top of the mountain, blocking the way. The poor monk has asked people to clear those stones, and the road will not be open until at least tomorrow." The old monk explained calmly.
Feng Wu nodded with a somewhat unhappy expression: "That's right."
Then he turned and looked at Qin Yichuan: "What should I do, husband?"
"If the two donors don't mind, they can stay in the temple tonight. I'll have someone take the two donors down the mountain tomorrow."
Qin Yichuan held Feng Wu's hand, nodded, and finally spoke to him: "Thank you very much, Master."
Watching the two people leaving hand in hand, when they walked away, a pot-bellied old man suddenly appeared behind the old monk, looking at the two people leaving with lustful and malicious eyes.
"Hahahaha, good job." The old man patted the old monk on the shoulder.
The old monk didn't have any mood swings, he just calmly shouted: "Master."
"Tonight is the wedding night between me and my newlywed aunt, so please don't disturb me." After saying that, he hugged his big belly and walked back slowly.
The old monk looked at the old man, his old eyes unwavering.
"I really don't know why that gentleman values him so much." A young monk appeared behind the old monk.
"Amitabha, we always need someone to be our scapegoat, so what if we give him some sweet treats?" The old monk closed his eyes after saying this.
As soon as Feng Wu entered the room, she smelled a different smell than when they left the room, and immediately signaled Qin Yichuan to close his breath with her.
When I turned around, I saw that the ordinary incense that was burning in the room had been replaced.
Feng Wu went over to take a look and frowned: "You are addicted to drugs, are you going to be unable to bear it so soon?"