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Jiang Qiyun frowned as soon as he appeared, which means he was in a bad mood.

After being together for so long, I also felt a little bit of his temper.

If he is in a happy mood, he will definitely bully me with a little "bad"; if he is in a bad mood, he will frown at me like now.

I was holding a bottle of milk in my hand and was about to pour it out of the car window when he suddenly appeared and I didn't know where to put it in my hand.

"What are you doing while standing there? She looks stupid."

"...Yes, yes, people say that they have been stupid for three years after pregnancy." I quickly pressed the car window, poured it out, put the empty bottle into the breast puller, and prepared to get it on the other side.

I have been rising for a long time, and I have not had the chance to completely suck it out until now. It is so full that it has begun to flow out.

"Just throw it away like this?" His tone was a little dissatisfied.

"Or what can it be done? The family has already left enough for the baby, and Yu Gui will be full after eating a little bit, but Younan is very edible." I muttered my mother's scriptures.

He separated my hands and held me to his lap and sat.

My forehead was pressed against him, and I felt my eyelashes touching his eyebrows. I blinked my eyes a little bit like a prank, and scratched him itchy with my eyelashes.

This childish behavior made him stare at me.

There is a deadly abyss in these eyes that can hold my entire soul.

When he gets along with me, he never stings with his bones, and he never stings with his possessiveness in matters between husband and wife.

He simply and bluntly expressed his desires, with irresistible arrogance.

My chest hurts very much, and there is still one side that has not been pulled out. At this time, the dripping water has been secreted, which has slipped down the arc and dripped on the back of his hand.

He stared at me, raised the back of his hand and placed it on his lips and licked it gently, and asked in a low voice: "...Is it enough for those two little things to eat?"

I nodded blankly, enough, what's wrong? Are you still concerned about this issue?

“…it’s good enough.”

His big hand tightened my back, pushed me upwards with force, and sent my chest to his lips-

I felt the slightly cool and moist touch falling on the painful part, biting it gently and sucking heavily.

The stream gathered in his chest and was swept away by him.

This sweet and shy feeling made my body tremble slightly. I raised my hand to hold his head and smiled depressedly: "Qiyun... your heart has also become smaller..."

"...Hmm." He replied faintly.

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The mother of the breast carrier is carrying a breast puller to work, while I carry a breast puller to eliminate disasters and solve problems. In fact, this is also considered to be working, but it just doesn’t make money.

Lord Emperor bullied me enough, and I showed a dangerous smile with satisfaction... I always felt that his smile became more and more dangerous, which made me a little nervous.

My brother helped Monk Huiqing to send away the pilgrims, sent those part-time monks to go home temporarily, and organized monks to recite scriptures and prepare magic circles.

I stayed in the parking lot at the entrance of the mountain, and there were a few young monks cleaning around. The pilgrims gradually left. I saw the group of monks who were traveling here to worship Buddha. When the young monk saw that they were Buddhist disciples, he immediately ran in and reported to Huiqing.

The traveling monk who practiced ascetics had always been respected. Huiqing welcomed them into the mountain gate. After they went in to worship the Buddha, they walked out and sat under the wall and meditated cross-legged.

These monks with strict precepts are full of dignity, wearing patchwork but with kind faces, without any resentment, pain and fatigue in their eyes.

In their faith, walking and begging for food can help subdue one's arrogance, eliminate attachments, benefit all living beings, make them pure faith in Buddhism, and shape the image of monks in the world. They practice the Buddha's words: "The Buddha's way and dwelling, and the Dharma also dwelling."

Although the "fake monk" Huiqing was a strange flower, he was highly valued by Master Yuanhui. He brought a large pot of vegetarian food and distributed it to these fellow disciples.

"Qiyun, Master Qi and Eighth Master said the wood in the back mountain—"

"I know." He closed his eyes and hugged his arms, and said lightly: "When you summoned them, they were with me in Qingyu Taoist Temple. I had seen another piece of wood."

Yes, Qingyu Taoist Temple is the territory of Taoist Ling Xuzi, and it also worships the birthday of the Emperor. It is reasonable for Jiang Qiyun to go there.

"It's awful there too?" I asked.

"...Old Mrs. Shen has already brought the Shen family's people there, with a large number of people, so it should be able to suppress it for a while."

He glanced at the monks outside and smiled and said, "...In the Dharma-Ending Age, there are very few eminent monks who truly keep the precepts. Although there are many believers, it is difficult for anyone who is better than the best to inherit the mantle. However, Monk Yuanhui seems to have a right-hand man.

"Who? Is that peddler? He is very powerful. He saw me summoning the little devil!" I stuck out my tongue.

Jiang Qiyun glanced at me: "What have you done?"

“…It’s nothing, it’s just a trivial matter.”

"Be careful." He reminded him.

I nodded: "Well, I will be more cautious next time I summon..."

He snorted coldly and reached out to pinch my chin: "I told you to be careful of yourself! You are the most important thing, you cannot be mistaken, don't worry about being seen or not! Do you understand?"

I was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "I understand."

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Sometimes cause and effect are a wonderful thing. If Monk Huiqing had not gone to Huangdao Village to participate in the magic circle and had a life-and-death relationship with my brother, we would not have come to help him.

If we don’t come, Jiang Qiyun won’t come. Old Monk Yuanhui may really have to sacrifice his life to feed the demons.

I packed up and walked into the mountain gate. The monks sitting under the wall next to the door immediately stood up and retreated.

Why? The evil spirit in my body is too heavy, and it has affected them?

Moreover, they not only retreated, but also closed their eyes and turned their heads, giving me only a bare back of the head.

This...it feels not very good to be disgusted and alienated.

Monk Huiqing hurriedly explained: "They have strict precepts. If they can, they should stay away from the female donor. Even on public transportation, as long as there are women around their seats, they should retreat. They would rather not sit than stay away...especially young women, especially women like you."

What's wrong with me!

I pouted in dissatisfaction: "Monkey Huiqing, if I hadn't come to the temple to help you, I wouldn't have come to my temple...ah, my husband won't come either. Don't you know the ungrateful thing and still dislike me? Don't you have female pilgrims too?"

When Huiqing heard this, his eyes shone and looked around me: "Is that one of yours here?!"

I nodded.

He bowed excitedly and said, "Amitabha, the donor takes action with righteousness, and he really makes a great relationship of goodness-"

"Okay, okay! Don't pretend to be a monk! Where is my brother?" I asked.

His mouth twitched and he said awkwardly: "Your brother... on the other side of the hall, my uncle is pulling him to talk."

What have you been talking about for so long? I walked towards the hall in wonder, and Jiang Qiyun followed me slowly.
Chapter completed!