The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

Dianchun raised a resentful face, stretched out his hand to grab Xing Yang's pants, and said hoarsely: "This monk can't understand me and my husband...the combination of human and demon has chased and killed us for half a month! Now he is spitting blood, It's already come at your fingertips!" The thin thorns on the bamboo stick pierced into her delicate palm, she didn't realize it, she turned her head to the little monk, crying blood: "You Buddha Palace claims to be righteous, but has my husband ever hurt you? The lives of innocent people?! Why is it so difficult to let us live?!"

The little monk was unmoved, put his palms together, and the vajra slowly circled around him: "Human life is at stake."

The implication is that he will not let her go easily.

The fox stared at him resentfully, squatting on the ground almost showing his original shape, at least he maintained his human appearance.Xing Yang bent down and wanted to help her up, but who knew that the little monk had a golden light in his eyes, and threw the pestle at him!

Xing Yang dodged sideways and grabbed the vajra.The metal object seemed to be alive, and he was unwilling to struggle in his hands, but the young man's palm was like iron, and he held it tightly and remained motionless.

Xing Yang was also a little annoyed after going back and forth like this: "Don't do anything, just talk if you have something to say, if you can't say it, don't pester me?!... Can you let me go first if I have something to do?!"

Time is running out.Going back on time, Qi Guanshui would cry. The child just came out of the cave, so he had no sense of security. He stayed alone on the tributary of the wilderness... Xing Yang cruelly pushed Dianchun's hand away, and walked away. How familiar is he with Dianchun?Many years ago, she hadn't settled with her for the thorn in Los Angeles, so who would have the face to ask him for help now?

With a growl, Dianchun bit his trousers forcefully, at the same time, the little monk gave another blow—knocked off the fox's hind legs.

Dianchun whimpered like a beast, and said hoarsely, "Don't go! Don't go! Give me blood...my husband-in-law is dying! You save him!"

"Amitabha." The little monk finally recited the Taoist name, "Even if the beggar was going to die, you were the one who killed him. Good and evil will be rewarded, you and I return to the Buddha Palace, maybe you can save his life."

Dianchun turned his head and poohed: "The dead bald donkey can't kill me, and you still want to sow discord?! A disciple of the Buddhist family has produced something like you, and I am really ashamed of the merits accumulated by the Buddha!"

The little monk didn't move, his eyes were cold and compassionate.He stretched out his hand towards the fox, and pulled out a strand of translucent matter from the cinnabar between her brows, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood with a bang. He still maintained his human body, but his spirit had already weakened several times.

Xing Yang's heart skipped a beat.

That thing is the soul of a demon cultivator.Lan Zisu seldom went back to live in Miaochun Peak, and Xing Yang once met him in the teahouse when he went out of customs.At that time, he was hanging out with the fairies of the Jieyou clan, and his whole body was full of the fragrance of his daughter's family.In the tea room, Xing Yang was dragging Xing Yang to talk about the girl's delicate body, and while talking, she dragged Yaoxiu's body.

The Jieyou family is a blessed bird from heaven. It is their nature to build a barrier. The members of this family are all women with a pure nature. They can maintain their spiritual energy and form a spirit on their foreheads by absorbing moonlight.

Spiritual Soul is the location of a demon cultivator's cultivation base. This thing is wonderful, but it is really cumbersome.Most demon cultivators with high cultivation levels will hide the spirit between the brows, and a few small demons with low cultivation bases can only let it be naked/exposed.

There are a small number of demon cultivators such as the Jieyou family, who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and don't care about world affairs, so naturally they don't deliberately cover up their spirits.The little demons commit themselves to the dark place, and wait until the spirit can be covered before wandering around the world.But there will be exceptions.

For example, the fox in front of me.

The little monk said softly: "It's really reckless to expose this thing outside. If I hadn't seen and recognized you as a demon cultivator, maybe when you will harm that beggar."

Dianchun's mouth was full of blood, and he opened his mouth showing pale teeth: "Just because I'm a demon cultivator?!"

The little monk shook his head: "Not only."

Dianchun crouched on the ground in embarrassment, her red clothes were stained with loess, her face was like white jade, dripping with blood, she was still holding the candied haws in her hand, watching helplessly as the little monk stretched out his hand to put her in his belt.

She gritted her teeth and let out a sharp howl.

At this time, Xing Yang had already walked a few meters and was stopped by the city guard.He defended for a long time, and finally couldn't help but slapped him unconscious. Who would have thought that before he took two steps, there was a scream behind him, and just as he turned his head, a furry thing pounced on his face!

Xing Yang grabbed Dianchun's tail and tore it back, but it was familiar with the road, and a puff of snow-white smoke was sprayed on Xing Yang's face——

Then Xing Yang's eyes went dark, and he passed out unconsciously.

It was dusk.

Xing Yang leaned on a pile of rotten straw, his headache was about to split, and he waited for a while before he could hold it back.

After so many years, he has grown up for no reason, but he was still defeated by swallowing clouds and mist.On the Miaochun Peak, at most a few senior brothers would accompany him in actual combat, and Baizhu was particular about a "bright magnanimity" and never allowed a few people to use some vicious methods.Therefore, he was really caught off guard against Dianchun's move, so he fell for it.

He closed his eyes and did not break free, and there was the faint rustle of a burning bonfire in his ears, as well as a pair of whispers.He held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen.

"...here, the medicine you've had all afternoon, do you want to drink it?"

"..."

"What? Don't drink?! Why don't you drink? I stayed up all afternoon!"

Xing Yang's eyes opened slightly.A ruined temple, the temple is full of scattered straw, a fire is burning in the middle, a pile of clean and dry straw is piled beside the fire, and an old man is lying on it.Dianchun knelt beside him, holding a gaping white porcelain bowl in his hand, with raised eyebrows, and a spoon in his hand filled with thick black concoction, sending it to the old man's lips.

She changed her clothes, which were still fiery red.With two black boots padded behind his buttocks, the broken leg by the little monk seemed to be fine.

Dianchun said: "Drink some, look, I've blown you cold..." She held up the candied haws and flaunted: "Look, I still have candied haws here, you obediently drink the medicine, finish it I'll feed you candied haws."

The old man's eyes were half-opened, and his withered lips moved slightly as if he hadn't lived long.

"..."

Dianchun's eyes lit up: "Let me just say, drink the medicine, and you'll get better after taking the medicine."

She first took a sip of the concoction herself, and felt that the temperature was just right, so she stretched her hand forward and fed it to the old man's mouth.The old man couldn't open his mouth properly, and more than half of the medicine juice flowed out, sticking to his face sticky.Dianchun didn't dislike it, took out a handkerchief from his arms and slowly wiped him clean, put down the handkerchief and started feeding the medicine again.

Xing Yang took a breath.

He remembered the old man—

On Goulan Street in Los Angeles, it was this old man who took some spring away.How did they appear here?This action and demeanor, is...?

The firewood burned, and a few small sparks exploded.After the girl finished feeding the medicine, she also lay sideways beside the old beggar.The two people were surrounded by soft and dry straw. The old man's eyes were thickly covered with pterygium, and a few straws were stuck to his face.Dianchun helped him take it off, casually let out her long black hair, soft and long, and fell on the old beggar's face.

She took the candied haws and held it up in front of the two of them, with a smug expression on her face: "Look, I can still do something without you. The owner of the dim sum shop is so cunning that he asked the repairer to set it up. Barrier. I don't ask him for anything, and I don't want to give you the scum of snacks, it's really stingy."

The candied haws rolled a few times on the ground, and they were already filthy.After roasting beside the fire for a long time, the rock sugar melted into juice.Dianchun licked it first, smacked his lips gluttonously, took off the first one and fed it to the old beggar's mouth.

The old beggar bit the hawthorn and said: "..."

Dianchun bit the second one, pushed it into the side of the cheek with the tip of her tongue, and muttered back: "I know it all day long. If you think the medicine is bitter, I will find you some sweet ones. I don't I love candied haws. When you recover from your illness, take me to eat dim sum in Dongchuan City. Hmph, I have eaten the famous desserts in Dongcheng many times. How can you still look up to such an ordinary dim sum shop? I don’t care, you Be sure to take me there, we two will go shopping in the store with our toes high and high, and sit in front of their door to eat! Humph! They are mad at them!"

A smile appeared on the old beggar's face.

Dianchun whispered in his ear, and what he said were all little love words.

There are a few gloomy white spider webs hanging on the rotten door of the ruined temple, and a layer of loess has formed on the bluestone slab.Outside the temple, the wind roared and the clouds and mist were misty, blowing the branches and leaves of the towering giant trees in the mountains and forests, and making the rustling sound of paper colliding.The last bit of light in the sky disappeared, and endless darkness shrouded it.There seems to be a terrifying ghost hidden in the bushes, which makes people frightened.

Only the fire in the temple was warm, and the two slept together.

Dianchun's eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep.

Xing Yang was full of doubts.

This old beggar has some cultivation, when he met him at the intersection of Goulan Street in Luocheng, Xing Yang was still an ordinary person, he only knew that he was secretive and confusing, but he didn't know the depth of his cultivation.Although he looked old at that time, his body was as strong as a young man.Now that he has fallen into this field, what kind of disaster has he encountered?

Xing Yang tilted his head and looked out from the broken wooden window.I can't help but feel anxious, this, this is more than a delay of a week and a half!You have to get out as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Xing Yang's head suddenly woke up, why did he pretend to be dizzy?Does he need to pretend to be dizzy? !Dian Chun's cultivation has long been inferior to him, and the old beggar has a body that is dying, who can stop him from leaving?

As soon as he thought about it, the haystack over there suddenly moved.

"I..." The old beggar's voice sounded like a broken pot, harsh and unpleasant.His voice finally got louder, Xing Yang paused for a while, and heard the old beggar say: "...I, we do..."

Do?do what?Xing Yang was taken aback for a moment, but saw the old beggar turn over, his body was bouncing, and in a few breaths, he became a tall and handsome young man, with moist eyes and half-hearted affection, with his hands resting on both sides of Dianchun's cheeks, pressing The hay was slightly fixed, and then he bent down and touched Dianchun's forehead, twisted a strand of hair, and kissed it lightly——

Xing Yang: "..."