The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

The talisman of Gu Caien gathered dark fog.

On a path like this, with weeds and wilderness on the roadside, there will always be some bad things gathering there.

Some of it is the negative energy that is floating over and passing by, and some of it is the negative energy, bad luck, and resentment from people who have died in the village.

Of course, some are the spirits of dead animals and birds in the distant mountains and forests.

It was gathered together by Gu Caien's talisman and condensed into mist here.

Others may not be able to see anything different about this fog, but in fact, this is not good fog, nor is it ordinary water vapor.

The fog will accumulate here and be difficult to disperse. If someone touches it as it slowly drifts away, the person may catch a cold at best, or even become seriously ill.

Since there is a farm nearby, there should be quite a few people there. If the dark fog drifts into the farm, it is very likely that everyone in the farm will suddenly fall ill.

Therefore, he had to purify this dark fog.

Yu Kexian didn't understand, but as Qingmu supported her and walked, she looked back every few steps. She felt that the way he stood there, waving his wide sleeves and drawing talismans with a wooden hairpin was very unique and beautiful.

"Come on."

Aoki glanced at Gu Caien who was walking in front and shouted.

The other guards walked to the left and right, not giving him any chance to escape.

But they all looked at Gu Caien curiously.

The princess's talisman is really powerful. It can actually make him obey orders so well? He can walk when told to, and hurry when told to.

However, although people were obeying orders and following them quickly, Gu Caien's expression and eyes were completely different.

He kept glaring with resentment, his face gloomy and his teeth gnashing.

Look at his face: he wants to kill everyone!

Look at his legs: nice, obedient steps.

When they reached the horses on the side of the road, Qingmu glanced at Yu Kexian and asked, "Can you ride a horse?"

Yu Kexian: Who are you looking down on? She is a martial artist, okay?!

She picked a horse and was about to mount it by grabbing the reins, but the horse suddenly neighed and raised its front hooves, throwing her off and moving to the side.

"Well, this is Master Yin's horse." Qingmu didn't say the next word.

Master Yin’s horse despises you.

He kept avoiding looking at Yu Kexian's back. Her outer shirt was burned in several places, leaving a rune pattern.

Although he still had his underwear on, his clothes were still in disarray.

Qingmu thought about it, took off his outer robe, put it on Yu Kexian, and led his horse over.

"You ride this one."

Yu Kexian bowed her head, said thank you, and finally got on the horse.

She sat on Qingmu's horse and couldn't help but glance at the black horse. The horse looked particularly majestic and she fell in love with it at first sight. Who knew that the horse would actually recognize its owner?

Who exactly is that Master Yin?

In the ancestral temple.

Si Zhen was sweeping the floor. When she turned around, she saw Lu Zhaoling walking in quickly and suddenly became a little nervous.

Is this powerful female donor trying to kidnap them again?

He is not the main thing, the main thing is the junior brother. The junior brother seems to be very smart recently. The female donor will definitely want to kidnap him when she sees him.

Master, uncles and the others haven't come back yet, and the other brothers in the ancestral temple can't say anything, so they definitely can't stop her.

She also has the support of the donor Prince Jin.

Sizhen quickly dropped the broom and ran inside.

No, he should let Jie Chi avoid the meal and not see this donor again.

Lu Zhaoling saw Si Zhen trying to run away and immediately stopped him.

"Master Sizhen, why are you running?"

Sizhen's face turned red and he braked suddenly.

It seemed like he could pretend he didn't hear it and still run away, but he really heard it and was too embarrassed to run away.

"donor."

He turned around and clasped his hands together.

Seeing Prince Jin walking in leisurely behind him, he sighed again in his heart.

Where can I escape?

"This little monk is scared when he sees you. Do you know why?" Zhou Shiyue walked over and found Sizhen's awkward look a little funny.

"Afraid of me?" Lu Zhaoling pointed at himself, with an incredulous look on his face. "Master, is he talking nonsense? How could he be afraid of you? Right? Although I don't look like I have any Buddha nature, this face is gentle and kind. Even the Buddha would say that I look like a kind person. What are you afraid of?"

Sizhen tried to keep his voice calm, "I'm not afraid."

"Are you afraid to look up at her?"

Zhou Shiyue said casually, "I'm not afraid. You ran away when you saw her just now? If you're not afraid, why are your ears red now? I've heard from your uncle before that your ears turn red when you tell a lie."

Sizhen immediately covered his ears.

Why did Master Uncle even tell this kind of thing to the donor, King Jin?

"What's so scary about me?" Lu Zhaoling was extremely confused.

At this moment, Xiao Jiechi ran out of the hall with his short legs, "Senior Brother Sizhen...ah!"

He braked suddenly, turned around and tried to run again.

But the young monk was still chanting, "I like Buddha, I don't want to enter the mysterious world, benefactor, please don't come and catch me!"

"Puch!"

Lu Zhaoling seemed to understand why they were running.

She took a few quick steps, caught up with Xiao Jiechi, and grabbed him.

"Master said that I have the heart and nature of Buddha, and I should be a disciple of Buddhism!" Xiaojie struggled, "Donor, is your Xuanmen so short of people? Then why don't you capture the donor King Jin? He has so much merit and luck. If you get closer to him, you can also take advantage of his merit. When your cultivation level drops, maybe you can capture him..."

"Well."

Lu Zhaoling covered the little monk's mouth.

What a chatterbox! What a chatterbox!

She carried the little monk into the temple.

"Let's go, let's go see the Emperor..."

She didn't even dare to look back at Zhou Shiyue, and she fled into the hall carrying the little monk.

Zhou Shiyue stood there, looking at her back.

"Lu Xiaoer," he said, his eyes dimmed and his expression was unpredictable, "it looks a bit like he's running away. Master Sizhen, what do you think?"

Sizhen glanced at him quickly.

Why does Donor King Jin look a little strange?

Angry? Furious?

No, he still had to go into the temple!

"Donor King Jin, I'm going to go see my junior brother!"

Sizhen also ran away quickly.

Zhou Shiyue raised his hand and looked at it carefully. He, good fortune? Can he get it? How?

As soon as Lu Zhaoling entered the hall, he grabbed the little monk and made him stand at attention.

She supported her hands on her slightly bent knees and looked down at Xiaojie eating.

"Little monk, tell me the truth, how do you know that King Jin's merits can be used for free? Aren't you a Buddhist disciple? Do you Buddhists also use this for free?"

Xiaojiechi blinked.

"Donor, is this your secret?" he asked her quietly, "Donor Prince Jin doesn't know?"

I didn’t know this before!

Lu Zhaoling stared at him.

But I don’t know now!

She pricked up her ears to listen to the noise outside. Was Zhou Shiyue about to come in?

Sizhen ran in and quickly closed the door of the hall with a bang.