Before, he was just walking sideways in the Xuankong Temple, so why not roll around on Mount Sumeru?

Jiang Wang always said that there was nothing he could do to repay him, but he wanted to repay him with the most precious Buddhist fate in the world!

Good boy, good boy...

If it weren't for the heavy weight on his shoulders and the deep color of his blood, he should be a glass Buddha with a pure heart!

"Great kindness is like enmity. How can I, the future leader of the Hanging Temple, let the bald donkey of Mount Xumi owe me so much?" Ku Jue shook his head, tied the small copper bell back to Jiang Wang's wrist, and looked after himself.

He said sincerely: "As long as you owe me your apprenticeship."

He smoothed Jiang Wang's hair and said softly: "Master will make a list for you later and tell you what good things are available in Mount Xumi. You choose according to the list, so you don't suffer a loss."

He laughed happily again: "Yongde, Yongde, look down when you see me from now on! If you have a good apprenticeship, you don't have to worry about seniority!"

He sat silently by the bed for a while and looked at Jiang Wang silently for a while.

He thought for a while, took off the Zhiwen Bell, put it away for his disciple first, then stood up and said: "Come in."

A nun in green clothes pushed open the door and entered.

The loose robes of the monks cannot hide the stunning figure, and the flowing brows and eyes are naturally full of admiration.

She walked into the inner room with a worried look on her face and politely bowed to Ku Jie: "Master."

Ku Jue's old face stretched out unconsciously and smiled, but immediately put away his smile and became solemn and serious. He looked like an elder and said seriously: "You can sit with me, but you are not allowed to move your hands or feet.

."

Yuzhen obediently lowered his eyes and said, "Master, I'm not that kind of person."

Kujue then threw off his monk's robe and walked out of the house gracefully, leaving only a majestic figure behind them.

How long has he been looking for an apprentice in the demon world? How long has this little nun from Xiyue Temple been chanting sutras in Wu'an City?

Since ancient times, when a disciple follows his master, it is difficult to cut off the mortal bond, and he is very charming.

But no matter what the fate is, whether there is a future or not, they should still be given a moment to get along with each other.

For nothing else.

Just for the New Year of the year 3922 in the Taoist calendar, they are all here, as one person.

A good man returns home.

…

…

The sky is covered with snow and the wind is strong.

In the cave, Zishu blinked his big eyes: "Senior Sister, what's wrong with Senior Brother Xu? It keeps shining!"

The disciple of Qingya Academy, who had been sent home by the Winter Emperor earlier, was lying on his back on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, with colorful lights flowing all over his body, looking indescribably glitzy.

Zhao Wuyan was meditating next to him, took a look at him, and said, "Ten years of study have made me embroider the gold thread, and weave it into a brocade blouse. This is a reflection of his wish, and he has great fortune."

Zishu was speechless and said: "What kind of wish is this?"

Zhao Wuyan looked away and continued his practice: "Who knows?"

…

…

Jiang Wang couldn't remember how long he slept. He only knew that it was a very deep sleep and a very relaxing dream. After waking up, every part of his body felt uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes dimly, he saw a large, densely packed face in front of him. All kinds of eyes, noses, and mouths were all squeezed together.

"woke up!"

"He's awake!"

"This boy!"

He shrank back in shock and reached for the sword.

Only then did he suddenly realize who these familiar facial features belonged to.

But Wuyangyang's people were already pressing down on him.

The strong popularity filled his breath.

Some held his hand tightly, some grabbed his face, some beat his chest, and some slapped his thigh hard.

Chong Xuansheng, Li Fengyao, Li Longchuan, Jiang Wuyou, Yan Fu, Zhao Rucheng, Zuo Guangshu...

The room was packed.

Only then did Jiang Wang truly feel what "living" meant.

So fresh, so powerful, so full of vitality!

"Who pinched my butt!"

Jiang Wang shouted, and everyone in front of the bed suddenly dispersed.

Standing or sitting in an instant, each one is dignified.

Of course, no one would admit that he pinched Wu An Hou Zun’s buttocks.

Lord Jiang had not yet regained his spiritual consciousness, so he had to endure it and asked reluctantly: "How is it outside?"

Amid everyone's buzzing answers, he realized that he had slept enough for a whole day and a night.

The news of his return from the demon clan's hinterland has not spread yet.

Those who rushed to the demon world now all learned the news at the moment Yuheng Xingzhao. Either they have the True Lord at home, or they have channels to learn about the True Lord.

The Wunan battlefield has officially become a thing of the past.

The life-and-death struggle of thirteen extremely powerful men turned the Wunan battlefield into chaos.

For at least a hundred years, Nantian City and Wu'an City can only face each other across chaos, with no possibility of contact.

The demon clan member Xuan Nangong was beaten to death, and Shi Shanwen was seriously injured.

On the human side, Lu Yandu and Yu Wenguo were both injured. Among them, Jiang Mengxiong resisted the attack of several heavenly demons and beat Xuan Nangong to death, and was the most seriously injured.

"Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"

The prosperous Bowang Hou called loudly in front of the bed: "Everyone has looked and touched, Jiang Qingyang is indeed intact. But he finally came back, should we let him rest for a while and don't continue to disturb him?"

?”

This was a mature saying, and everyone walked out reluctantly.

Zhao Rucheng walked to the door and suddenly became alert: "This is reasonable, but why don't you leave?"

Chongxuan Sheng put on his big sleeves and said matter-of-factly: "We are going to sleep together tonight so that I can take care of him nearby."

Zhao Rucheng was furious and pushed back: "This is my third brother, why should I sleep with you?"

Zuo Guangshu was so anxious that he shouted: "He is my sworn brother, we must pay him together!"

It was Bai Yuxia who came out to smooth things over: "My Marquis has only one pair of feet, how can he stand up to so many people? You might as well go back first, and then come to the door one by one after my Marquis has rested!"

Snapped!

The Marquis Wu'an of Daqi broke the teacup on the bedside: "Bai Yuxia, what the hell are you talking about! What kind of door do you come to! What do you think of me as a Marquis!"

Everyone laughed and dispersed, and the noisy room quickly fell silent.

Bai Yuxia sent everyone away, walked in, silently swept away the broken lamp, and said: "Miss Ye from Lingxiao Pavilion comes to Wu'an City every seven days. The day before you came back, she happened to leave and didn't catch up.

."

Marquis Wu An didn't say anything, so he continued to talk: "I think Miss Ye really cares about you, and she also takes good care of your brothers. Everyone in our guard team gave us an inner armor and a puppet.

, three life-saving talisman seals..."

Seeing that Jiang Wang seemed to be asleep, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Master Hou?"

Jiang Wang closed his eyes slightly and said softly: "I know."

Bai Yuxia also opened the door and went out.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the flickering of candles.

Only then did Jiang Wang suddenly think of something. He fumbled around in the storage box and took out a piece of light cyan rolled paper tied with cloud thread.

Touching the cloud line lightly, the roll of paper spreads out in front of you.

The beautiful handwriting on it appears line by line and disappears line by line.

Once out of reach, now it seems as if it can no longer appear, and they are gathered together anxiously——

Are you there?

Is it safe?

Is it cold?

Craving food?
To be continued...