He sighed when he thought of this.

There are still many entanglements in this. Now it is calm and there will be trouble in the future.

"Why are you sighing?" Song Yuzheng leaned back and looked at Li Chengkong: "Do you also think Yun'er is a daughter?"

Li Chengkong said angrily: "Where have you thought of!"

"Then why are you sighing?"

Song Yuzheng hummed.

She is now very sensitive to Song Zhuyun's gender.

Song Shihan came over and saw the child, shook his head and sighed, thinking that it was not a boy. It was okay. When the eldest brother came to visit, he shook his head and sighed the same way, feeling that he was not a boy, which was a pity.

Then all the brothers and sisters came over and felt the same feeling, disliked it as a daughter, not a boy.

They all hope to be boys, so that they can support the future of Dayun and be comparable to Dayue's future emperor.

But girl, that's hard to say.

This made her extremely depressed.

Now seeing Li Chengkong sighing, he became even more angry.

Li Chengkong shook his head and said, "I mean, she may not be lucky. She is born in our family and has more troubles in the future. I am worried about her."

"Isn't this lucky enough?" Song Yuzheng said angrily: "My father is the best master in the world, and his mother is Emperor Dayun. If she is reincarnated in such a family, what else can she worry about?"

"The old man will do his best to influence her, and we will not be willing to let the old man succeed, for fear that she will go to extremes and fight forever, and she will be the one who is in a dilemma in the middle."

"...She can do it with her original intention."

"The old man will definitely try every means to pass on his own ideas of governing the country to Yun'er." Li Chengkong shook his head: "You can't stop it."

"I can't stop it, but I also want to pass on my own philosophy of governing the country to her. Who will she listen to?"

"Um……"

"I am a daughter too, she will be more inclined to me."

"I hope so."

"Are we thinking too far?" Song Yuzheng smiled with her lips pursed and looked at Song Zhuyun, who was bulging her mouth and spitting bubbles: "She is still young."

Li Chengkong said: "Xiao? Look at Xian'er."

"Xian'er is different." Song Yuzheng said: "Talent is extraordinary, extraordinary."

Dugu Xian was born with Su Hui, which is rare in the world. Compared with Song Zhuyun, he is the real pride of heaven.

Although Song Zhuyun has good reincarnation skills, she will definitely not be as good as Dugu Xian.

Li Chengkong smiled: "Yun'er will not be inferior to him."

"I don't expect to surpass Xian'er, as long as I don't get too far." Song Yuzheng's eyes were soft.

Li Chengkong couldn't help but hug her tightly.

At this time, her whole body seemed to emit a soft light, which was particularly beautiful and charming.

He whispered: "Yun'er may not have Su Hui, but her achievements will never be low."

Dugu Xian was able to have Su Hui because of Li Chunshan's secret technique, and he began to build the foundation when he was womb.

Song Zhuyun did not use this secret technique, but she was also trained by her own secret technique. Although she did not have Su Hui, her qualifications would not be weaker than Dugu Xian.

Dugu Xian has an adventure, but Song Zhuyun may not have no adventure.

"I just hope she can be safe and happy for the rest of her life, and there is no extravagance for anything else."

"She will."

Daming Temple

In the dilapidated wall and in the old hall, there was a golden reclining Buddha lying. In the incense burner in front of the Buddha, the fragrance lingered.

The reclining Buddha is two meters high and five meters long. His eyes are slightly closed and he seems to sleep but not to sleep, and his eyebrows are white light.

He put one hand on his thigh and the other hand on his head.

At this time, Monk Zhiyu and three old monks sat cross-legged on the cushion and recited scriptures, with a beautiful and mysterious voice.

After the chanting of the scriptures stopped, an old monk said slowly: "Junior Brother Zhiyu, the 32nd disciple of Daming Temple is hopeless."

Monk Zhiyu remained silent.

"There was hope." Another old monk said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that the Southern King Li Chengkong cut off his future."

"Amitabha!" The third monk said in a deep voice: "This Southern King Li Chengkong is the enemy of the Buddha!"

"Senior Brother Zhiyuan, be careful of your words!" Monk Zhiyu said in a deep voice.

The third monk had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes were as lightning: "Can you let him interfere?"

"He is his father after all." Monk Zhiyu shook his head.

"Family affection is sometimes nutrients, sometimes poisons." The third monk Zhiyuan said coldly: "For this junior brother, Li Chengkong is a bond, an obstacle, and a disaster."

"Will you destroy this catastrophe?" said Monk Zhiyu.

Zhiyuan nodded with emotion: "What's wrong with destroying this junior brother for a disaster?"

"You are not his opponent." Monk Zhiyu shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhiyuan, you should have inquired about the truth of the Southern King Li Chengkong."

"So what?" Zhiyuan said lightly: "The world's number one master?"

He smiled softly: "Buddhism is boundless, what's the point of martial arts?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhiyu proclaimed the Buddha's name.

The Buddha's name is like a bronze bell, shocking in the main hall.

All the three old men changed their faces and looked solemn.

Monk Zhiyu said slowly: "Senior Brother Zhiyuan, you despise this Prince of the Southern King too much. He is not only skilled in martial arts, but also possesses other secret techniques. Buddhist supernatural powers do not work in front of him."

"How do you know, Junior Brother Zhiyu?"

"I have used it secretly and almost suffered the backlash of magical powers."

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice: "It's true that he is a Buddha's enemy. Then start with that junior brother. He can pass on his secret technique from Daming Temple to suppress Li Chengkong!"

"No!" Another old man said solemnly: "The secret techniques of Daming Temple cannot be passed on lightly."

"If he teaches the secret technique, he will definitely convert to my Daming Temple, even if Li Chengkong wants to stop him."

"No." Monk Zhiyu shook his head.

"Is there any wonderful method for Junior Brother Zhiyu?" Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice: "Besides, even if he practices the secret technique, he will not pass it on."

The martial arts of Daming Temple convey the heart with the heart, not leaving it outside, not stagnating it in things. Except for the person who passes the lamp, it is impossible for the rest of the people to pass on the secret techniques.

"Forget it." Monk Zhiyu said slowly.

This caused three old monks to look surprised.

"Junior Brother Zhiyu is afraid of Li Chengkong, right?"

"……yes."

"Junior Brother Zhiyu, you have a profound cultivation level. Can you still be afraid of fear?" An old monk said slowly: "Do you give up our 32nd disciples of Daming Temple because of fear?"

"Maybe it's because the opportunity is not enough." Monk Zhiyu said slowly: "Maybe he will enter my Daming Temple in the next life, and there are still some opportunities in this life."

"Have the hard work of Senior Brother Zhidu was in vain?"

"Maybe it is precisely because of Senior Brother Zhidu's efforts that he can enter my Daming Temple in the next life."

"I want to try!" an old monk said slowly: "If I surrender without fighting, I will become an inner demon if I can't pass this level."

"Amitabha!" The monk Zhiyu pronounced the Buddha's name: "Senior Brother Zhimiao, Southern King Li Chengkong is invincible."

"It's just a lifetime of cultivation." Old monk Zhimiao's facial features were upright, his face was square, and he looked righteous.

"Amitabha!" Both the other two old men proclaimed the Buddha's name, solemn and tragic.

Monk Zhiyu frowned.

He replayed the situation of getting along with Li Chengkong again in his mind.

I have the ability to see scenes that others cannot see.

As seen with the naked eye, Li Chengkong was just ordinary, and could not see a strong aura, warm and peaceful.

As seen by the eyes of heaven, Li Chengkong stepped on golden flames and was ten feet tall, comparable to a mountain, as if connected to heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!