After the rebirth, the master was forced to collapse

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, beyond his expectation, actually? Are there? Few people echoed him: "Yes, yes, Mr. Feng, this kind of wife only thinks about herself? What are you using it for?" Woolen cloth?"

The point is, these people seem? Really? They are gloating because the prefect's daughter is going to be sent away. It seems that they really think that it is worthwhile to send their daughter to be a saint. ? A matter of pride.

Even? Someone spat at Mrs. Feng with a look of indignation: "If this saintess can get out, I will definitely get it? Send my daughter in. I didn't expect that Mrs. Feng, who usually looks very kind, would actually ?So selfish!!"

It's not that no one spoke for Mrs. Feng: "Don't say that? As a mother, Mrs. Feng is also reluctant to let her daughter go away..."

"Fuck!" The person who spoke at the beginning interrupted him, "That's why I said that Mrs. Feng is selfish, in order to tie her daughter by her side, she doesn't even care about her future!! "

Mrs. Feng's face turned pale, then red, then pale. Facing so many people's accusations, she opened her mouth to explain. Did she know what to say? In the end, she could only look at Feng Youcai with a sad face.

The little girl behind her seemed to finally realize that these people were talking about her mother, so she curled her lips and burst into tears.

Mrs. Feng hurriedly turned her head to coax her, but Feng Youcai gave her an irritated look, and walked out with a flick of his sleeves.

Everyone continued to point and point at their wives. Mrs. Feng's complexion became paler and her face was full of helplessness.

Or? Jiang Mu didn’t see it? He went down, sighed and went straight to the couple: “Ma’am,” he cupped his hands, “I don’t think there are any vacant tables and chairs in this shop, Ma’am? Together?"

Although Changliang is not a city of Fan, it is aware of the existence of the world of cultivating immortals, and there are many women with outstanding abilities in the world of cultivating immortals, so Changliang does not imprison many women.

Mrs. Feng glanced at Wen Xie and the others from a distance, and after some consideration, should she hug the crying little girl with a red nose and follow him over here.

The little girl had her hair tied up, and delicate little bells were tied on both sides. Even now that the tip of her nose was red from crying, she looked like a small and exquisite one, which was very cute.

Jiang Mu smiled slightly, took a piece of pastry and handed it to her: "Do you want to eat it?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, looked at Mrs. Feng, and took the pastry only after getting her approval, and thanked softly: "Thank you pretty brother."

"No? Thank you." Jiang Mu couldn't hold it back anymore, and reached out to touch her head, but in the next moment, he felt someone's gaze from the opposite side.

He subconsciously glanced over there, and just happened to meet? Wen's slanted eyes, the latter was stunned, and just kept looking at him without moving his eyes.

...Jiang Mu didn't know? It was his own illusion, he actually felt a bit of envy and grievance from that gaze?

"..."

Jiang Mu silently looked away.

Shen Shuangbai didn't notice the turmoil between the two of them, looked at Madam Feng and asked softly: "Madam, I just heard you say that you want to send Ling Qianjin to the capital?"

Upon hearing these words, Madam Feng's tears fell again in an instant, and she nodded while holding back her sobs: "Yes."

"Someone came from the capital, saying? My daughter-in-law is the holy daughter of Lao Shizi, and she must be brought to the capital."

Shen Shuangbai thought for a while, and tentatively said: "I see that everyone said just now? Being selected as a saint is a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes—"

"What kind of luck is that?!" No? After he finished speaking, Mrs. Feng interrupted him abruptly, "My daughter-in-law went to the capital alone, and we don't have any relatives or friends there. She has no one to support her when she is wronged."

Jiang Mu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I think Madam is worrying too much. How can I be bullied when I become a saint?"

He didn't expect, said? At this point, Mrs. Feng's expression became a little more troubled, as if she wanted to refute him, but she didn't speak out because of something.

Jiang Mu was not in a hurry, and poured her a cup of tea leisurely: "Madam, it's okay, we are not the citizens of Changliang Kingdom, but we are just here for fun."

After hearing his words, Mrs. Feng felt relieved, but she tried her best to lower her voice when she spoke: "Masters, don't you know the customs here, we believe in Buddhism in Changliang, you see, There are quite a few monks in the main hall on this street."

Jiang Mu noticed the matter of believing in Buddhism, didn't he? Say something else, even in this inn where they stayed, quite a few people had Buddhist beads on their wrists.

"When Changliang was founded, it was the mages of Wushengmen who saved us, so since Changliang was founded, many people believed in Buddhism, but a few decades ago, the national teacher Bu calculated that Changliang had a second big? In order to save the people from the disaster, it is necessary for the virgin to gather strength to pray for Changliang."

"In that year, Changliang was indeed prosperous, so since then, every year, nine virgins, known as saintesses, were sent to the capital."

Jiang Mu's eyes were dark, but he still smiled on his face: "Then why are you madam? No? I want Ling Qianjin to go?"

Mrs. Feng bit her lower lip, and almost cried again: "No? I was just thinking about it, and everyone said that the Holy Maiden came to Beijing to pray for the blessings of the world, but... after the Holy Maiden came to Beijing, won't she be able to contact her family again? , the saints of all ages have never returned."

"There are so many saintesses who came to Beijing, but what is known to the world today is the saintess who sacrificed to Qiutu, but what about the others... I always feel that if I let my daughter go this time, maybe I will never... ..."

When no one saw or heard the words "Tu Jiqiu", Wen Xie's eyes narrowed slightly.

Speaking? At this point, she covered her lips and began to cry: "I admit that I am selfish, but which mother can let her daughter get hurt when she knows that her daughter will be in danger?!"

Jiang Mu narrowed his eyes, and exchanged a glance with Shen Shuangbai.

Shen Shuangbai's face remained unchanged, and she comforted Mrs. Feng in a soft voice, and it took a while for the latter to regain control of her emotions.

She reluctantly looked at her own daughter with blank eyes: "My darling, she is only so young, how can I be willing?"

Shen Shuangbai thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Madam, don't you? Don't worry, we are going to the capital too, and now you have no other choice, no? Let Ling Qianjin come to Beijing first, and we will help you to inquire? Inquire?."

"If the saint is really enjoying the blessings in the capital, that's certainly good, if not? Yes, we can also help out a little bit."

Mrs. Feng looked at them hesitantly for a while, then kowtowed to them with her red eyes pressed against the little girl: "Ninny! Come on, thank you benefactors!"

As she spoke, she also wanted to kneel down.

Jiang Mu was startled by her, and quickly reached out to help her.

Mrs. Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't want to stay here any longer, and dragged the little girl away with tears and laughter.

After they left, Shen Shuangbai let out a long sigh: "Let me tell you, that Mrs. Feng doesn't seem to trust us much, but she really has nowhere to go, so she can only be a dead horse as a living doctor."

Jiang Mu nodded in agreement: "After all, Mo doesn't know each other."

Shen Shuang smiled and asked: "Junior brother, what do you think about the saint girl's entry to Beijing?"

Jiang Mu's white fingers curled slightly, and he tapped on the table: "According to Mrs. Feng, after the Holy Maiden entered Beijing, there seems to be no more news."

Shen Shuang nodded her head: "But said? The saint girl came to Beijing to pray for blessings. If she prayed in Buddhist temples all year round, wouldn't it be possible to see strangers without news."

Jiang Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled: "No? That's right."

"Little brother, if it's according to what you say, then only one batch of saintesses is enough, or they will be re-selected after a few decades, how can it be possible to have nine virgins every year?"

Shen Shuangbai also felt it? A bit? No? By the way, he hesitated for a while: "Then what do you think?..."

Jiang Mu smiled: "It's too early to make a conclusion."

But when he was playing outside, he had heard many sorcerers that needed to be drained of virgin blood to complete.

Shen Shuangbai also nodded.

"No? Junior brother, I'm a little curious. There are so many people in Changliang, and it's been so many years since the matter of the saintess, yet no one has brought it up, right?"

"People here seem to be too enthusiastic about Buddhism."

Jiang Mu took a sip of the porridge: "So? So I decided to go and listen to it tomorrow? How is Buddhism taught here?"

He is not a Buddhist practitioner who does not know, but among the people he knows, no one has ever felt that this kind of belief that is so strong that it is irrational and willing to sacrifice all of it is correct.

Clearly, there are big problems here.

Jiang Mu originally decided to go to the Buddhist temple alone, but when he was going out, he opened the door and saw the jerk standing at the door.

Jiang Mu was taken aback by him, still? A little? No? Too comfortable, he cleared his throat before asking, "What are you doing here?"

The man seemed to be hurt by the indifference in his tone, and silently lowered his eyes: "Master, drink the medicine first."

Only then did Jiang Mu notice the medicine bowl in his hand: "..."

He felt guilty when he saw this thing, but he didn't want to spend too much time with this dog, so he had to grit his teeth and take a mouthful of the medicine bowl.

Wen Xie's eyes stuck to his body motionlessly, and the corners of his lips raised when he saw his appearance, and then he quickly straightened the corners of his lips when he looked over.

Jiang Mu didn't notice his small movements at all, he dropped the medicine bowl and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect him to step out of the inn, this bastard? They followed him silently behind him.

Jiang Mu: "..."

This set again?

He turned his head and stared at him: "What are you doing?"

The bastard? It's frank? It's very serious: "Master, I'll be with you."

"..."

When Jiang Mu heard him say "Master", goosebumps almost rose, "Go back!"

Wen Xie was quite steady, and even the corners of his lips raised a little: "Master, don't make trouble."

Make trouble with your sister!

Jiang Mu's ears turned red, he didn't even dare to look at this rascal.

No? Dare to look is normal.

He thought sullenly.

Who the hell is so shameless, even if you hear it carefully, you can still look calm.