Feng Xi was silent and his brows frowned slightly. www.126shu.com
“How do you know that Mr. Zhou’s family is not haunted?”
Of course I know, you must know what kind of friendship I have with the Corpse King.
He said that there were only a few ghosts in Zixiao City.
Anyway, Mr. Zhou doesn’t have it.
Xin Lin replied quietly in his heart.
But she said it.
“Of course I know that your word “Zen” is written gently, without any murderous aura at all, and it doesn’t seem like it is used to defend a house. Besides, if you really want to defend a house, you must find a monk from Taichang Temple. You are a little monk who does a mess, and the words you write are just for nothing.”
Xin Lin curled his lips.
Feng Xi smiled bitterly, his feelings were underestimated by Xin Lin.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say that he was actually Tai Changqing.
But Xin Lin spread out another piece of paper the next moment.
“But you promised others that people cannot speak without trust. I know Mr. Zhou. When I was in Taoyao Pavilion before, I knew that he was famous for being difficult, but he was a turtle hair. If you don’t do this well, you will report it to Taichangqing and you will be left with a little monk. So I will write this word for you.”
“Slow up, donor Xin.”
Feng Xi coughed twice.
“What? Do you look down on the words I wrote?”
Xin Lin was nodding.
“It’s not like that, it’s just…”
Feng Xi plucked the colorful Buddhist beads in his hand, thinking about finding a reason that would not hurt Xin Lin, but also let Xin Lin give up the idea of writing.
The word “Taichang Temple” is in the hearts of ordinary people, and they are all invited back.
You can’t just write it alone and you can take it out to make up for the numbers.