[Old Nine Gates] N Different Buddhas and Ba Ye

At three poles that day, Qi Huan was about to call Xiaoman to West Street to buy some chrysanthemums to make tea, when he suddenly heard the screeching of a car, he stood up and was about to see who was visiting, when he heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door.

"Eighth Master!"

"Idiot?"

He put down the Fengshui gossip book in his hand, but the person who was about to open the door kicked it open and rushed in. Seeing that he was out of breath, Qi Huan thought he came in a hurry. Said: "Stupid, is it a happy event for your flushed face?" He stretched out his hand and wanted to pinch his face, but who knew he was thrown away.

"Baye, I'm on fire now! Stop making trouble now!" Adjutant Zhang returned to Zhang's mansion after he came out of the barracks, but came to Xiangtang again in a short while, seeing his leisurely appearance at this time, I was really angry half dead.

It's really stingy not to pinch his face, he lost his eagerness, picked up the teacup and blew hot air, "What's the matter?"

"Master Yin asked us to give an explanation within three days. It has been two days now, does Eighth Master have an idea?" Buddha is staying in the room now, shutting the door to everyone. It's up to Ba Ye.

Under his expectant eyes, Qi Huan drank tea to moisten his throat, "cough cough."

With a confident look, it seems that Ba Ye has a plan!

"No."

At this moment, Adjutant Zhang felt as if someone had stuffed his mouth with chicken feathers, and he couldn't get it out and couldn't swallow it, "You... haven't!"

"No no!"

"Eighth Master!"

The way he stared and opened his mouth was like the zongzi in the tomb cheating on the corpse, which instantly made Qi Huan laugh.

"Puff ha ha ha ha, look at your face!" He laughed out of breath, shivering his shoulders, and his almond eyes turned into two crescents, which made Adjutant Zhang even more helpless, and shouted: "Eight Lord!"

"Okay! You go back first, tomorrow I will go to Zhang's mansion in person."

"Can··"

"Go back quickly."

He stepped forward and patted Adjutant Zhang on the shoulder, muttering: "How long has it been since you took a shower and changed your clothes, the soil all over your body can grow flowers."

"Just ten days..."

"Go back and rest, I don't have to worry about everything."

Under Qi Huan's urging, Zhang Rishan turned around and left.

The Yin family, the Yin family, the Yin family in Beiping...

They asked the Zhang family to give an explanation, and they simply dragged Wu to do an autopsy. Anyway, Miss Yin was not poisoned to death and was not injured. Could it be possible to tell them that I killed Yin Xinyue with the Zhang family in the northeast?

Hot air wafted from the teacup on the mahogany table, and Qi Huan put his hands on it, as if feeling cold.

Half a month ago, someone came from the Zhang family in the northeast.

"The blood of the Zhang family's heirs is already turbid. If outsiders step in and leave offspring, it will always be a disaster."

"So?"

"If Eighth Master Qi can help the Zhang family, I will be very grateful."

He just cooperates with the Zhang family at home and abroad, the only condition is that as long as Zhang Qishan can't leave any heirs in this life, the so-called Buddha's fate is also true, everything can only be said to be God's will.

He, Qi Huan, borrowed the hands of Heaven and Zhang's family, lit a lamp and seduced his soul to send him back to the west, which also fulfilled his selfish desire.

Zhang Qishan, Zhang Qishan, I'm afraid you have guessed a bit, but it doesn't matter...

"I am a fairy and walk alone, you are poor, so you are a perfect match." He looked at the tea in the cup while exhaling, and smiled foolishly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third day, and Yin Xinyue's body was about to be buried. Qi Huan had someone build a shed early, while he himself was sitting upright waiting for the visitors.

"Baye, is this your plan?"

"Sit down, fool, look at you, you are so tired and thin."

Adjutant Zhang changed his clothes today, and finally he didn't look like he was busy a few days ago. Seeing that Qi Huan cared about him, he felt a little warmth in his heart.

Qi Huan was sipping Pu-erh tea, but seeing the idiot peeping at him with peach eyes, he couldn't help feeling puzzled, so he simply found a topic and asked: "Idiot, what's your real name?"

He was in a good mood while nibbling on the dim sum and peeking at Qi Huan. At this time, he was inevitably disappointed when he was asked, "Ba Ye doesn't know my name." Sullenly, he took a bite of the puff pastry. Today's dim sum is really unpalatable.

"This... because the Buddha always calls you the adjutant, so is it possible that you are called the adjutant?"

"no!"

"what is that?"

"Yes···"

"Ok?"

He stuffed the snack into his mouth, looked left and right and saw that the servants were busy, so he felt relieved, leaned forward and put his chin against Qi Huan's neckline, and whispered: "My name is Rishan, Zhang Rishan."

The scorching breath sprayed on his earlobe, which was somewhat ambiguous, and Qi Huan couldn't help moving away, "Oh... Rishan." He was chanting 'Rishan, Rishan. 'Suddenly felt something was wrong!

"Wait, Rishan!"

"Master Ba, keep your voice down!" Zhang Rishan put down his teacup and covered his mouth.

The cup fell directly to the ground with a 'boom' sound, causing many people to look at them.

His face was flushed, but this man laughed heartlessly, and said a few vague words through the opponent's hand, "Hahaha, dirty (sheet) adjutant good name paper (words). "

"Eighth Master!"

When they were entangled in the matter of names, there was a notification outside the door, "Master Yin is here—"

The Yin's family played funeral music, and Yin Qiushan brought a group of slaves in filial attire to carry the coffin.

"Master Yin."

"Where is Zhang Qishan?"

In just three days, Yin Qiushan's hair turned gray, and he looked ten years older. Qi Huan couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He thought he had saved Yin Xinyue, but he had harmed Yin's family.

"Qi waited for you today in order to give you an explanation."

"Confession..."

Yin Qiushan's movements were extremely slow, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He looked at the young man in black scarf and gray-brown clothes in front of him, and asked forcefully, "What do you plan to do!"