"Nonsense, when did the Shanren throw things around?" Taoist Xu, who had already woken up, immediately denied, "It was clearly what you thieves who live here do not do."

"I'm talking about Jiuyang Real Person!" Zhixing smiled and pointed the half-piece of peach wood sword in Taoist Xu's hand with his hands. "We have a bunch of evidence here, and the physical evidence is still in your hand. You dare to talk nonsense in front of so many people. I really admire your skin!"

"Executive, what evidence is there in Shanren's hand? What are you talking about?" Taoist Xu waved the peach wood sword in his hand and said angrily, "You guys..."

Then, Taoist Xu's eyes had swept over the black wooden stick in the little beauty with a pointed chin, and then his eyes fell on his peach wood sword again.

"Did you find it?" Zhixing looked at Taoist Xu with regret, "You know what the physical evidence is now? Oh, it's not me who said to you, Taoist Xu, you are such a big man, and you have no public morality at all. The peach wood sword is a magic weapon, how can you throw it around casually? Look, this time I almost hit the child. It's so bad that it's not hit the child... By the way, Dao Guang, what should I say next?"

"It's not good to hit flowers and plants!" said the honest Daoguang.

"Yes, it's not good to hit flowers and plants! It should be noted that we monks should have compassion, and we may be afraid of hurting the lives of ants when we sweep the floor, and cherish moths and gauzes and lamps..."

"What are you talking nonsense? You damn bald donkey!" Taoist Xu pointed at Zhixing with his trembling hands, "When did I throw my magic weapon around Shanren?"

"Oh! The Master Jiuyang!" Zhixing looked compassionate, "It doesn't matter if the Taoist priests occasionally do something wrong. Is it still a good Taoist priest after making a mistake? Is it a good Taoist priest who is afraid that some Taoist priests will never admit it even if they have done something wrong. The Taoist priests' own magic weapon was not lost by you Taoist priests. Could it be that we monks lost it?"

"It's what you lost..."

"Master Xu, do you believe this? Why did we lose the other half of the peach wood sword still in your hands?" Zhixing spread his hands, "Jiuyang Zhenren, you can't be as shameless as you."

"You are shameless..."

"Shut up, you damn guy, do you know, you almost hit the little lady's head just now..." The little beauty with a pointed chin interrupted Taoist Xu without hesitation, then threw the half-mao wood sword in her hand at Taoist Xu, pointed at him and started scolding, "Fortunately, this was not hit. If it really hits, believe it or not, I will also make a hole in your head..."

"Mingzhu, don't be so rude." The beauty glanced at Taoist Xu lightly, "This Jiuyang Zhenren came to our mansion to exorcise evil spirits. Let's forget about this matter today!"

As she said that, she nodded slightly to the two servants behind her, then walked towards the direction of the mourning hall. Before Taoist Xu could tell what he had already been invited by the two servants to leave the gate of the Xikuanyuan with sticks.

The mourning hall in Xiquyuan was built by HP and others according to their knowledge from other monks when they usually heard it from other monks, so it was not very formal. It was just a white cloth hall that enshrines the spiritual positions of Lu Hao and Mrs. Hua, the mother of Lu Chengzu, who was traveling through time by Wukong, who occupied his body.

Of course, if you look carefully, you can also find the spiritual positions of Lu Chu and Lu Qing in the corner of the hall, and which pagoda-shaped lampstand is placed in the middle of the hall with amulets.

The beauty did not say anything to HP and the others, but calmly took out a stick of incense from the basket brought by another servant, lit it, and bowed three times, respectfully inserted it into the incense burner in front of the spiritual seat.

Then, I saw the beauty picking up a little girl of two or three years old from the servant's arms behind him, then put her on the bowing mat in a kneeling position, and whispering to the little girl, "Yuan'er, come, listen to my grandmother's words, kowtow!"

After obediently bowing, the beauty took out a stick of incense and lit it again, held the little girl's hand and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the spiritual throne. Then she handed the little girl to the servant lady just now, and stood up, but she didn't say a word to these monks who recited scriptures, turned around and walked outside.

But when passing by Wukong, the beauty stopped, looked outside the door with her eyes, and said in a calm tone, "Since Xiaolang has become a monk, what are you going to do?"

"Huh!" Wukong looked up at the beauty in front of him in surprise.

"Since you have become a monk, you will be homeless." The beauty didn't look at Wukong at all, and said lightly, "This place is no longer Xiaolang's home. Xiaolang, it's better for you to understand this matter earlier!"

After saying that, the beauty stepped out the door again, and the servant who was holding the child and other Yingying Yanyans quickly followed. The little beauty with a pointed chin dropped a gift in Wukong's arms when she passed by Wukong, "This is for you by my wife."

Then, the little beauty lowered her head and lowered her voice and said quickly, "My wife asked the little lady to tell Master Daoxin a sentence, Jiangzhou was filled with cuckoos, and the little lady went to explain this sentence clearly to Master Daoxin." After that, the little beauty accelerated her pace, followed the steps of these women, and left the mourning hall.

"This is your sister-in-law, your junior brother, who is the wife of the Lu family now?" Zhixing didn't know when he appeared beside Wukong and exclaimed, "It's indeed a beauty, but what did he say to your junior brother without any brains?"

"This is not simple..." Daoguang also appeared silently beside Wukong, "What is this place no longer Xiaolang's home. I obviously hope that junior brother, you can avoid it, but what does that Fengyu Chujuan mean?"

"Don't you know this?" Wukong's face showed a complicated smile. "Cuckoo, this kind of bird sounds like a sentence, so many people who think they are knowledgeable like to use this kind of bird as a hidden word..."

"What are you talking about?"

Wukong smiled brightly, then pursed his lips and learned a few cries of Dujuan, "It's roughly that. The sound sounds like a sentence, so why not go back!"

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Pusheng nodded heavily with a serious expression, "It seems that your sister-in-law is really a kind and good person."

ps: This week is really bleak. From Monday to now, the wind has only added 300 yuan to collect it. Alas, it’s really hurt! Please recommend and comfort me!
Chapter completed!