Zhao Can frowned and patted Jiekong's shoulder to comfort him: "Master Jiekong, don't worry, Dabaoji people have their own heavenly appearance, and there will be no trouble."

Master Jiekong was stunned and wanted to refute but didn't dare.

It’s not necessarily Dabao, what if it’s Princess Yongqing or her maid?

I dare not say this, but Mr. Zhao was unhappy when he said it. He canceled the donation of Fengling Temple. Where can I go to make money?

The final sentence is "Amitabha, even if the treasure is sacrificed, I believe he will definitely bring the princess back."

"It's very good to say that Fengling Temple adds 10 million in spice oil."

"Amitabha, the old monk thanked Mr. Zhao, and the Bodhisattva will bless Mr. Zhao and His Highness the Princess to gather on this Chinese Valentine's Day."

"It should be, as long as they can come back, they can donate as much."

If you move in an idiot, you have to serve the financial supporter’s father well.

Jiekong hurriedly called out all the monks in the temple.

Bald monks came out with wooden fish and sat under the ginkgo tree, formed a circle, and began to recite scriptures and pray.

The sound is loud and neat and the momentum is huge.

Seeing this, Zhao Can couldn't help but give Jiekong a thumbs up for his ability to be a human being.

Finally, Jiekong sat cross-legged and knocked on the wooden fish with one hand, and chanted sutras with the other hand.

Zhao Can stood aside and waited...

Waiting for the return of the beautiful man.

“Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita…”

The sound fluttered in the distance with the wind, and drifted to the Fengchi Villa six hundred years ago.

Zheng!

The light green figure would wield a long sword in the night sky, and the two eunuchs from the East Factory splattered blood.

Fires soar into the sky!

A large number of Dongchang men rushed to Fengling Villa with torches and forced Yongqing and the other two to retreat to the gate.

Aw—

Holding the reins, the black horse hangs in the night sky, kicking his front hooves twice to the ground.

Liu Wu, the governor of the East Factory, patted the horse.

"Princess, are you going to go for the big night?"

Yongqing and Dabao supported the injured Fenglinwan.

Just now, Feng Lin Wan was eager to protect his master and was stabbed.

Yongqing, "If Liu Wu still thinks I am a princess, let me go!"

Liu Wuyi smiled, "According to Your Majesty's order, Your Highness the Princess must lead the practice here, praying that my country and the country of Ming Dynasty will last forever. Your Highness is your mission, don't you want to?"

"You are under house arrest. Why do you, a eunuch, do you not be afraid that my father will know?"

"Hahaha... Your Highness is so serious. Princess should go back and don't make unnecessary struggles."

Liu Wu glanced at his subordinates with his eyes squinted, and his subordinates raised their swords to approach.

Yongqing asked Dabao in a low voice, "What should I do now?"

Dabao, "Today is the last day. If you miss it, you really can't go back. Kill it! Kill a way out!"

【Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita…】

At this moment, the sound of chanting scriptures was remembered in the night sky.

A golden light appeared in the ginkgo tree ahead.

Dabao smiled, "My senior brother has taken action, the door is open, it's time to leave, kill!"

Dabao took the initiative, took off the Buddhist beads from his neck and waved them, and flew forward to Liu Wu.

Yongqing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Dabao to be good at martial arts.

Dabao, "You go first, I'll arrive later."

Yongqing didn't even think about it, "Take care." After saying that, he pulled Maple Linwan and flew towards the ginkgo tree.

Dabao:...

So simply?

Well, for the sake of 80 million, I endure it!

Liu Wuyi slapped his horse in the air, kicked the pounced Dabao away with one kick, and then flew towards Yongqing.

Lift your sword and stab it.

...

Fengling Temple.

“Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita…”

The chanting of scriptures is getting faster and faster.

The Buddha's light appeared around the ginkgo tree, covering everything around it.

PARKING LOT.

Su Qingyu, Ayire and Cistanche got off the bus with a taxi. When they heard the sound of chanting scriptures in front of them, they could see the ginkgo tree over there from a distance.

A group of monks chanting scriptures at the ginkgo tree, and Zhao Can stood beside him staring at the big tree.

Aire, "What are they doing?"

Cistanche, "I don't know, is it praying?"

Su Qingyu, "Look, it seems that there is movement!"

At this time, Zhao Can saw a door slowly opening in the Buddha's light, and there was the Fengling Villa six hundred years ago.

Yongqing and Feng Linwan were behind Liu Wu and Dabao.

Liu Wu waved his sword and stabbed Yongqing.

Seeing this, Feng Linwan protected Yongqing again and used his body to block the sword.

Zhao Can frowned.

【All system emergency functions are activated quickly, flexibility +10, response +10, force value +10】

Zhao Can rushed towards the door with a steadily step.

"Acan, don't go..."

Zhao Can was stunned and looked back, "What are you here?"

Su Qingyu, Ayire, and Cistanche pulled Zhao Can.

"us……"

Before he could finish his words, the door saw Zhao Can and Su Qingyu suck in.

[Ding! The peak experience has officially begun. The host cherishes this rare time travel journey. Complete a night of playing with a dragon fish and return to the real world]

"Damn it! I knew this dog system was not serious! Do a few women need to go through time and go to "do" hundreds of years ago?"

Zhao Can grabbed Yongqing and Su Qingyu and others, and threw Feng Linwan out while the door was closed.

"Jiekong helps me take good care of this girl. When I come back, you will be the president of the Chinese Buddhist Association!"

Jie Kong knelt on the ground with a pounce, "Thank you Mr. Zhao."

Seeing that the door was about to close, Dabao drove out with great energy. He kicked Liu Wu open and rushed out of the door of time and space.

A few people rolled on the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I'm paralyzed! I'm finally back!"

Excited mood can only be expressed in swear words.

"Hahaha...80 million,80 million."

“Huh?”

Dabao walked around twice and was full of bald donkeys.

"What are you looking for when you quit sex?"

"Get out of the way, princess, Mr. Zhao, 80 million? It's impossible to just run away, right?"

Dabao jumped up and down around the ginkgo tree and looked for it.

"Avoid sex, you and Miss Wan'er come out, they go in."
To be continued...