This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

"Old monk, are you sure he is the Wangji you know?"

Tsing Yi lay on Xiao Jue's back and asked lazily.

Jie Chi folded his hands together and said, "Wangji grew up in Donghua Temple since he was a child, how could the old man admit his mistake. Her Royal Highness, what happened? How could Wangji become like this?"

"Abbot, this Wangji is fake. The real Zen Master Wangji died a year ago." A few young novices who followed him up the mountain stood up and said with extremely sad expressions.

"How is that possible!" Donghua Temple was in an uproar.

Ji Chi even shook his head in disbelief.

"It's true, we saw the body of Zen Master Wangji with our own eyes. Now this person is really a fake!"

"This... how is this possible..." Ji Chi still couldn't believe it.

Tsing Yi was already showing impatience, "If you want to solve the puzzle, you can solve it slowly by yourself. This princess doesn't have the patience to accompany you here."

Everyone glanced at her jade feet that had never touched the ground, and thought to themselves, "You haven't touched it either, it's all the Prince Regent who is suffering."

Jie Chi also knew that it was not the time for entanglement, so he could only suppress his doubts and bring Tsing Yi and the others in first.

Jie Chi led the way. After entering the temple gate, the main hall was facing him. When he passed the side hall, Tsing Yi looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became a little weird.

"Who is this temple dedicated to?"

Jie Chi heard the words, turned his head and said, "Princess, here is the Yanmotian Mandala Spiritual Hall, the offerings are not the Buddha but..."

"Sister Yan Mo, Tsing Yi King." Tsing Yi Tan's mouth opened and closed.

"Exactly." Ji Chi folded his hands together and recited Amitabha Buddha, his face full of piety.

"Sister Yan Mo? Does Lord Yan have a younger sister?" Lingfeng asked beside him.

Jie Chi explained with a smile: "There is a record in the "Chang A Han Sutra", the two kings of Yan Mo, the elder brother Yan Mo masters the male affairs, and the younger sister Yan Mo masters the female soul, and they are collectively called the two kings."

"It's the first time I've heard this statement. It turns out that King Yan actually has a woman." Lingfeng said, looking at the temple with curiosity, "However, this girl Yan Mo is the **** of Yin Si, how could Donghua Temple give it to him? She has a spiritual hall, isn't that bad luck?"

As soon as Lingfeng finished speaking, he saw the surrounding monks staring at him angrily. Ji Chi looked at him with a rather unkind look.

meow-

The meow suddenly started, and the next moment Lingfeng let out a scream, and scratched his face with a paw.

"This dead cat!" The spirit gritted his teeth, reaching out to catch the little beast, but just as he was about to do it, Tsing Yi's icy gaze came over.

Lingfeng put down his hands angrily, covered his face, and mumbled aggrievedly: "Cat is a man, is there any reason for heaven!"

Tsing Yi snorted coldly, how dare this stinky brat call her unlucky? The fat cat's paw still scratched lightly.

When the monks such as Jiechi saw this, they put their hands together and said to Lingfeng: "The land of Buddhism cannot be lied to, and I hope the donors will not blaspheme the gods."

"I didn't say anything." Lingfeng muttered: "Besides, she may not hear it..."

Tsing Yi was lying on Xiao Jue's back, looked at him lazily, and grinned: "How do you know she can't hear?"

I heard your grandmother clearly!

Because Tsing Yi was a female family member, her former residence was in the inner courtyard of the temple, which was far away from the courtyard where Xiao Jue lived. After Taoxiang and Danxue changed her clothes and washed her clothes, Tsing Yi lay on the couch, only to be hungry, and told her to go get some fast food first.

The house was quiet for a while.

"Interesting, I've never heard of a Buddhist temple building a golden body for the temple of the King of Hell." Fat Cat laughed, "Tsing Yi, this time we shouldn't be flooded with the Dragon King Temple, and we beat ourselves up. people?"

Her Lady Queen rolled her eyes, "Are those ghosts and ghosts worthy of calling themselves family members?"

The fat cat laughed dryly, "That's natural, the threshold of our Tsing Yi Temple is not so low. But the senior brother mentioned by the fake Wangji doesn't seem to be a monk, I saw that although the Buddha's light on him was weak, he didn't have much evil spirit. ."

"Even though he is not the mastermind behind the scenes, he is also an accomplice."

"That's right, I saw that the monk Yintang was black, and he looked like a catastrophe was imminent." The fat cat was full of sneer, and immediately became suspicious: "But this Donghua Temple is indeed very strange, looking down from the mountain to see the black cloud cover here. At the top, even the mountainside is filled with ghosts, but when we get to this temple, those ghosts have disappeared."

Tsing Yi's eyes moved faintly, and just as he was about to speak, a knock on the door rang out. Tsing Yi gave the fat cat a wink, and it immediately jumped back to the beam.

"Come in."

The door is pushed open from the outside.

But it was a young novice in Tsing Yi who came in with the fast food. He lowered his head and walked in a slightly strange way, as if he was walking on tiptoes.

"His Royal Highness, the fasting meal has arrived, please eat."

Tsing Yi asked lazily, "Why did you send it here, where are the two maids of this princess?"

"The two girls have worked hard all the way. They are currently eating in the dining hall. The monk will bring the fast food for them first."

Tsing Yi folded his body, stood up with support, and took two or three steps to the back of the curtain. How could his vigorous posture seem to be inconvenient to move at all.

The little novice was stunned for a moment, grinned at her, her lips were red and her teeth were white, like a paper smeared with rouge.

"I haven't heard of the truth that the slaves and servants eat first before the master eats."

The little novice smiled and didn't answer the words, "Then the little monk will not disturb the princess first." After he finished speaking, he was about to step back.

With a bang, the door closed by itself.

Tsing Yi drooped his eyes and smiled, flying without warning with a kick.

Haw!

The little novice was kicked against the wall, like a puddle of mud, completely stunned.

"Shaking smartly in front of the King of Hell, this is the first time I've seen a ghost as stupid as you!"

The little novice slid down from the wall and looked at Tsing Yi in horror. He carefully saw that his toes were clearly standing on tiptoes, and his heels had never landed.

His eyes swayed from side to side, clearly wanting to slip away, but he turned his head and faced a cat face. The cat licked its tongue and stared at him, sucking slippery. When the fat cat inhaled, the male ghost's spirit body was like quicksand. into its mouth.

"Ah—don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

The male ghost was afraid of being swallowed by it, lying on the ground constantly begging for mercy.

Seeing his trembling look, Tsing Yi rolled her eyes, and she dared to come to her to be a demon like this.

Are you not bullying? The male ghost almost cried, and he felt that his soul was about to be kicked away with the kick just now, and there was a fat cat beside him that was staring at him to eat the ghost.

"You still play the trick of covering your eyes with ghosts, and immediately change back to your original appearance!" Tsing Yi roared impatiently.

The male ghost immediately changed back to his original appearance, with thick eyebrows and a horse-like face, and he looked honest. As soon as he changed back to his original form, Goudan excitedly got out of the purse around Tsing Yi's waist.

"Uncle Wang! It's you!"