That night, Master Huishan summoned his disciples and was preparing to practice for Nirvana Villa.

Suddenly a young monk came to inform him.

"Master! Donor Yan has someone to send money here!"

Master Huishan's lips twitched, remembering the fear of being dominated by the donor Xiaoyan's price.

However, when Master Huishan came to the gate, he saw Cen Bingjun, who was in charge of the villa's finance, and he was panting and carrying boxes after boxes from the carriage.

After the box was opened, Cen Bingjun wiped sweat from his face.

"Master, this is what my housekeeper ordered. Because it was too late, those jewelry and jadeware were not too late to be pawned and exchanged for silver notes, so I may have to trouble you."

Master Huishan was stunned for a while.

The little monk next to him kept screaming.

"Pearl and agate jade, and a lot of jade, and those golden horns!"

"Huh? Why isn't it a gold ingot? It's not a gold bar, it seems to be peeled off from the whole piece of gold!"

The total value of those boxes is comparable to ten thousand taels of gold, even more than a lot more.

Master Huishan was silent for a long time and finally sighed.

"Donor Xiaoyan, I'm determined!!"

Jingci was also present, staring at the scene in a daze.

Suddenly I remembered that in his yellowing memories, there was a person, and that person had... what did that person do?

He can't remember.

I only knew that there was a person who had a great influence on him, but he forgot.

I don’t even know whether the other party is a man or a woman, and I forget it very thoroughly.

It seems that it was because I was very excited back then...

Jingci pressed his fingertips against his eyebrows.

Somehow, I suddenly wanted to recall the past events of the past, but I was powerless and confused.

Intuition told him that it would be better to keep forgetting.

Some things are gone, let them go. If you really think of them, it may not be a blessing...

"Amitabha!"

He recited the Buddha's name and looked at the dark night with the bright cold stars, but his heart was like dark clouds.

There was a seed in his heart. The seed was buried in his heart before, but it seemed to sprout at this moment.

It was as if I wanted to grow branches and turn them into vines, and I was involved in the grief of unknown past, which had long been forgotten by him, and life was worse than death...

And at the same time, in Zichen Palace.

The little emperor Zhou Yanqing was facing a great enemy. In front of her was a man wearing a green-faced, fanged and grimace mask.

The man is the secret guard Qinggui who controls the 100,000 troops of the Royal Death Soldier Camp.

At this moment, there was a ferocious wound on the abdomen of the green ghost, and blood gushed. The long gowns that dyed his green color red formed a pool of blood under his feet...

This is the thing.

After returning from Jiuchong Temple tonight, Zhou Yanqing went back and forth to the secret passage of the palace, cut a lot of golden horns from the dragon bed, and collected a lot of jewelry and jade.

She believes that the monks in Kyushu Temple are doing good things, and she wants to contribute.

And after the porridge was served, she noticed something.

The monks in Jiuchong Temple are very thin, with many people in the temple, but they are all thin and not fat.

However, after completing this matter, Zhou Yanqing sat down and was planning the next plan.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind came.

The ghost uncle scratched her with one claw.

The other party was too fast, as fast as lightning, and she had no time to react.

My mind was blank at that time, until there was a puff.

The sharp claws scratched the human skin, but it was not Zhou Yanqing's skin, but Qinggui.

Mr. Gui wanted to take Zhou Yanqing's life. Seeing that he had not hit the attack, he wanted to strike again, so he saw Qinggui calmly take out a bell.
Chapter completed!