339 Sacrifice oneself

ast, and I couldn't understand his gestures. I only saw his fingers move slightly, and a ghost faintly rose from the corpse swamp.I've seen him, the ghost priest with the bronze bell.He was half bone,...As soon as Jiang Qiyun appeared, he frowned, indicating that he was in a bad mood.

After spending so much time together, I've gotten to know his personality a little bit.

If he's in a good mood, he'll definitely tease me a little bit with a "mean" attitude; if he's in a bad mood, he'll just stare at me like he is now.

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

"What are you standing there for You look dumbfounded."

"Yeah, yeah, they say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, don't they" I quickly pressed the car window down and tossed the empty bottle into the breast pump, getting ready to tackle the other side.

"Just like that, throw it away" His tone was displeased.

"What else can we do We've already made enough for the baby, and he's only eating a little at a time because he's full. But You Nan eats so much!" I muttered to myself about my mother-in-law's experience.

He pulled my hands away and held me onto his lap.

My forehead was pressed against his, feeling my eyelashes brush against his brow. I playfully winked at him, trying to tickle him with my lashes.

This childish act made him raise an eyebrow at me.

These eyes hold a deadly abyss, capable of consuming my entire soul.

He expressed himself in a simple and straightforward manner, with an undeniable arrogance.

He stared at me, his voice low, and asked, “......Will that be enough for the two little things to eat”

I nodded dumbly, "Enough, what's wrong You still care about this"

"... that's enough."

I raised my hand to hold his head, murmuring with a smile, "Qiyun... your heart has become smaller too..."

"...Hmm," he replied faintly.

The mothers who breastfeed have to go to work with a breast pump, while I carry one around to deal with emergencies. In a way, this is also like going to work, just without getting paid.

The Emperor has bullied me enough, he's finally satisfied, and a dangerous smile spreads across his face... I feel like his smile is getting more and more dangerous, making me uneasy.

My older brother helped Master Huisqing send off the incense-burning pilgrims, dismissed the monks who were going home temporarily, and also organized the ordained monks to chant sutras and set up a Dharma array.

I stayed in the parking lot at the mountain gate, with a few young monks cleaning around. As pilgrims gradually left, I saw that group of wandering monks again. They must have come here to pay respects to the Buddha. The young monk saw that they were Buddhist disciples and immediately ran inside to report to Huicong.

The wandering ascetics have always been respected. Huiqing welcomed them into the mountain gate. After they went in to pay respects and worship Buddha, they came out and sat cross-legged under the wall.

These disciplined monks, with their complete adherence to monastic decorum, wore patched robes yet possessed serene and compassionate countenances, showing no sign of resentment, fatigue, or weariness in their eyes.

In their faith, begging and wandering can subdue arrogance, remove attachments, benefit all beings, and lead sentient beings to have pure faith in the Buddha's teachings. They shape the image of monks throughout the world. They practice the Buddha's words: "Just as a monk lives by begging, so too does the Dharma reside."

That fake monk, despite being an oddball, was highly favored by Master Yuanhui. He brought out a large basin of vegetarian food and distributed it among his fellow disciples.

"Qi Yun, the Seven Lords and Eight Lords said that there is a piece of wood at the back mountain—"

"I know," he said in a faint voice, closing his eyes and hugging his arms. "When you summoned them, they were with me at the Qingyu Daoist Temple. I've already seen the other piece of wood."

Right, the Qingyu Taoist Temple is Lingxuzi's Daoist master's territory, and it also holds a ceremony to celebrate the birthday of the Emperor God. It makes sense that Jiang Qiyun would go there.

"Is it bad there too" I asked.

"...Madam Shen has already taken the Shen family people there, with a large number of people. They should be able to suppress things for a while."

He glanced at the wandering monks outside and smiled, “In this age of decline, true monks who adhere to the precepts are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Though there are many followers, it is difficult to find someone who surpasses their master. However...Master Yuanhui seems to have a capable assistant.”

"Who That wandering monk He's amazing! He saw me summon a little imp!" I stuck my tongue out.

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

"It's nothing, just a small thing."

"Be careful." he cautioned.

I nodded. "Well, I'll be more careful next time I summon..."

He let out a cold snort, reaching out to pinch my chin: "I told you to be careful! You're the most important thing, nothing can happen to you. Don't worry about being seen or not! Understand"

I paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. “Got it,”

》》》

Sometimes cause and effect are strange things. If Master Huicong hadn't gone to Huangdao Village to participate in the formation and become close friends with my brother, we wouldn't be helping him.

If we don't come, Jiang Qiyun won't come either, and Elder Venerable Yuanhui might truly have to sacrifice himself to the demons.

I tidied myself up and walked into the mountain gate. The few itinerant monks sitting by the wall beneath the gate immediately stood up and stepped back.

What's wrong Is my evil energy too strong, and it's affecting them

And not only did they back away, but each one of them closed their eyes and turned their heads, showing me nothing but a bare patch of scalp.

It's...not a good feeling to be disliked and shunned by people.

Master Huisqing hastily explained, "They have strict rules and, whenever possible, avoid female donors. Even on public transportation, if there are women around their seats, they will retreat three steps away, rather than sit. … Especially young women, most especially women like you."

What's wrong with me!

I pouted in discontent, “Master Huijing, if it weren’t for helping you, I wouldn't come to the temple. My…cough, my husband wouldn’t come either. Don’t be ungrateful and act like you dislike me! Don’t you have female devotees too”

Upon hearing this, Hu Qing's eyes lit up and she darted her gaze around me. "Your wife is here!"

I nodded.

He excitedly bowed and said: "Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, your righteous action is truly a great merit-making deed—"

"Alright, alright! Cut the act! Where's my brother" I asked.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, awkwardly saying: "Your brother... is over at the main hall. My junior uncle is chatting with him."

What have you been talking about for so long I was puzzled and walked towards the main hall, Jiang Qiyun leisurely following behind me.

Before I even reached the palace gate, a fervent voice called out, "Master Mu, please reconsider—"r Imperial Majesty, explain my dream for me." I smiled at him.He stared at me quietly, his gaze growing deeper and more somber in the darkness. It seemed as though even the gleam of his golden irises...