It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Are we brothers? If we are, please send me Master Song's WeChat."

"Isn't it just faith? My knees are always ready!"

"Go away, go away. Master Song is broadcasting live on my platform. If anyone wants to add, I should be the one to do it."

After establishing a relationship with Yan Fei, he began to serve and flatter Yan Fei in various ways.

Yan Fei was so ecstatic after being served by a few second-generation rich guys that he finally took out his cell phone.

How else can we say he has foresight! Last time, I saw that Master Song was extraordinary, and I had already added WeChat to him...

Not added!!!

Song Tang naturally didn't know that because he did not approve Yan Fei's friend request, Yan Fei was beaten up by several second-generation rich people.

She was curled up like a shrimp at this moment. Not only did her head feel like it was being pricked by a thousand needles, but her body was also in great pain, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

He took out the ball of merit given by the Black and White Impermanence tremblingly, and like a drug addict, he couldn't wait to absorb the merit inside.

Not enough! He quickly absorbed another one, and the pain in his body was finally relieved by half.

What a pity there is no third one!

Let yourself lie on the ground like a pancake, and endure the pain in your body as if being hit by a hammer.

Song Tang's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and he didn't have the energy to get up and change.

"Master, are you, are you okay?" He was startled by Song Tang's movement.

The two paper figures, one big and one small, finally gave up the inkstone and floated down from the table.

The bigger paper figure, Qiao Yue, jumped onto Song Tang's head and touched his forehead seriously. It wasn't hot!

The little paper man next to her followed suit, but did not dare to jump up. It only dared to gently touch her cheek.

"I'm fine, just need a good sleep." Song Tang gave a weak smile.

Who would have known that his kindness would almost get him into trouble.

I will never dare to use the divine descent casually again!

This time it was because of my good deeds that I was able to calm the restless immortal power in her body in time. I won’t be so lucky next time.

If we say that any power in the world has two sides, the stronger the power, the greater the flaws may be.

Then, merit is the most special kind of power in the world. It is very inclusive, not only does it not have any side effects, but it is extremely powerful, gentle and powerful!

This is why, although the gods sometimes disliked that group of monks, they couldn't help but admire their noble character in their hearts.

Take Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for example. Even though this place has been abandoned by all the gods and Buddhas in heaven, he still stays in hell.

I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty! What a great wish! There are people who actually stick to it.

Song Tang asked herself if she could do it. If she had been given a chance to leave, she would have hesitated for a moment at most, but would have left in the end.

She has always been such a diligent, dedicated, and somewhat selfish god!

But why was she the one who stayed in the end?

A place where even the gods had abandoned her, leaving only her, an insignificant mountain god.

She has such a hard time even trying to save her own life, what else can she do?

"Sir, what should we do? She seems to have fallen asleep." Qiao Yue looked at the sir who had crawled out from under the inkstone at some point.

Wei Kangyu was only a little bit plumper than a matchstick man at this time, with only two black bean-like eyes and a black bean-like mouth on his face, and it was really hard to see much expression.

The white paper figure sighed slightly and said, "Miss Song seems to be trapped in some kind of inner demon. No one can help her. She has to get out of it herself."

"What is the inner demon?" Qiao Yue, with a red face, tilted her head.

Compared with the matchstick-like Wei Kangyu, Qiao Yue's paper figure looks much more delicate.

It is more like traditional shadow puppetry, with not only lifelike facial features but also exquisite headdresses and clothing.

The limbs are also assembled in the same way as a normal person, making it look like a miniature Q-version bride, with two red ribbons!

Of course, only Qiao Yue has this kind of treatment, not even the ten-year-old Xiaobao.

Song Tang slept from noon to six in the afternoon.

Song Tang had just woken up and her mind was still a little fuzzy. She lifted the blanket. Where did the blanket come from?

"Master Song, you're awake!" Qiao Yue came running over, with two ribbons behind her fluttering in the wind, looking particularly beautiful.

After patting Qiao Yue's little head, Song Tang stretched himself, took out his cell phone and checked the time.

"Master Song, your phone kept ringing while you were sleeping." Qiao Yue poked the phone screen.

Song Tang was stunned for a moment, opened the memo and finally remembered that he had to attend the banquet tonight.

She quickly got up, washed, and searched for a long time but only found a white strapless dress.

If I remember correctly, this skirt was what the original owner was going to wear on her first date. She saved money for a whole semester before she finally bought the skirt she loved.

998 yuan, the price of this skirt. It is also the most expensive skirt the original owner has ever bought!

The original owner was an orphan who was abandoned at the foot of the mountain. The old temple master who adopted her didn’t have much money. Even the money for her college education was a loan applied for by the village.

The original owner worked very hard. He had been working part-time since entering college and always received a full scholarship.

Such an outstanding and promising girl ended her life quietly in the unknown night.

She shouldn't have ended up like this.

Song Tang put on a pure white flower-bud dress, tied up her long hair with a wooden hairpin, and walked down the mountain with her face bare.

Take a taxi to the agreed place.

After getting off the car, I saw Jiang Qingshu, who was dressed very elegantly in a black suit, waiting at the door, and Zou Xinyue, who was wearing a red dress, was standing next to him.

The man is talented and the woman is beautiful, what a perfect match!

"Junior sister, you are here. Xinyue and I have been waiting for you for a long time. We were worried that you might not come!"

Finally, I saw the true face of Mount Lu, and my memories of Jiang Qingshu were also opened.

Was it true that one of those missing puzzle pieces was about Jiang Qing’s book?

"I'm late." Song Tang smiled and walked up to the two of them.

Zou Xinyue immediately looked nervous and glared at Song Tang hard, as if warning her not to mess around.

Song Tang pursed his lips and said softly, "Since Sister Xinyue doesn't welcome me, I'll just leave."

After saying that, he seemed sad and took a few quick steps forward.

Since they had specially invited Song Tang to come, it was impossible for him to be let go easily. Jiang Qingshu winked at Zou Xinyue, who snorted tenderly but still followed him unwillingly.

Afterwards, the two of them stayed by Song Tang's side. Jiang Qingshu also kindly introduced people to Song Tang and gently replaced the wine in Song Tang's hand with orange juice.

"Junior, the teacher is here and I have to go over to say hello. Can you stay with Xinyue first? I'll be back soon." Jiang Qingshu's delicate and elegant face was full of embarrassment.

It seemed as if Song Tang would be immature if he didn't agree.

Song Tang lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Then go ahead, senior. I'll be here and won't run around."

Not missing the suddenly excited expression of Zou Xinyue next to him, Song Tang's lips curled up slightly. Is the good show finally about to begin?