"Donor, do you need to solve the problem?"

Song Yiyang knew when he walked to a hall in the temple. The Buddha's golden statue was right in front of him, as if he was looking at the people of the world kindly.

He was dressed in red, unruly, and looked at the Buddha.

An old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The old monk was holding a Zen stick. He was very old and looked trembling, but there was no sound when walking.

"I have nothing to do to solve your doubts. But you, an old monk, pretending to be a ghost and making a mystery, and bringing us in, what is the purpose?"

Song Yiyang's expression moved slightly, and his narrow phoenix eyes stared at the old monk indifferently.

The monk smiled, brushed the Buddhist beads, and said in an old voice: "Donor, you have a destiny to be with the Buddha. It is not me who leads you here, but you have come to the south by yourself. This is your fate."

With a frown, Song Yiyang didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Amitabha, donor, please leave. We will meet again one day."

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures.

At this time, the Buddha's voice surrounds the beam, and the whole head is filled with Buddha's voice and chanting sutras. Song Yiyang only felt his mind swollen and subconsciously closed his eyes.

At this moment, the sound suddenly disappeared and everything was silent.

He opened his eyes and found him standing in a wasteland with weeds growing around him.

The sound of the clamor and hawking sounds of the border town not far away came over as if they had suddenly woken up.

"Prince!"

Xu Yuan, who was covered in dew, got up from the ground and looked around in surprise.

"Are you okay?"

"No, it should be a illusion."

Song Yiyang shook his head.

But the old monk was too strange and his words were full of mystery. He didn't understand the meaning of the old monk's appearance, so the old monk just said a few words to him. Could it be that it took so much effort to say a few words to him?

As for what fate is, if he is destined to be with the Buddha, he doesn't care at all. He thinks that he is handsome and unruly by nature, and can become a monk?

He was so overwhelmed.

"Let's go, go to the whistle and moon dynasty."

He left everything behind his head. The old bald donkey appeared again next time. He must ask him carefully what he pretended to be a god and what he did.

Two days later.

The main street of the capital of the Xiaoyue Dynasty.

In the second floor of a restaurant, a man in red and a man in black sat opposite each other, and there were two beauties drinking with each other.

The beauty tried her best to make the two happy. After all, such handsome young men were rare. They poured wine and sang small songs, but the two young men looked faint, as if they couldn't get interested.

"Oh, I'm telling you who it is? It turns out that he is the little prince of the respect! "

A clear and playful sound rang out on the street.

The man in red looked slightly and turned the wine glass in his hand.

"I haven't seen each other for a while, why does the little prince seem to be aged more than teenagers? Is this the new lover of the little prince?

Oh, I don’t know, I thought you were the beauty’s father.

So this person, don’t indulge in excessive lust, otherwise the kidney deficiency is too fast, but not only aging quickly. Maybe if something goes wrong in some aspects, you have to be cuckolded."

"puff!"

A sip of wine that Song Yiyang had just taken down squirt out.

He became interested and looked down from the window and saw a fat girl with beautiful facial features, dark and bright eyes, full of cunning light.

What a unique girl.

"You, what did you say!"

The little prince was furious.

"What, the little prince's ears are not working well now?

I said, Little Prince, you can’t indulge in excessive lust, otherwise you have to rely on medicine to cheer up at a young age."

The girl said loudly on purpose, causing the people around her to laugh.

"interesting."

Song Yiyang directly pushed out the two beauties, one left and one right beside him, curled up the corners of his mouth, and a pair of phoenix eyes fell on the girl on the street.

Xuyuan frowned and said, "Yi Yang, you won't fall in love with this fat woman anymore, right?

You are really not aware of meat and vegetables!"

He also said that his little girl was not good, and the prince's vision was just like that.

"The beautiful skin is the same, and the interesting soul is one in a million, you don't understand."

Song Yiyang raised a glass of wine, curled his lips and said, "I like to drink the strongest wine and conquer the strongest women."

Xu Yuan glanced at him speechlessly, then pointed at the girl below and asked the two women next to him, "Who is she?"

"Young Master, are you talking about that fat woman?

She is the third lady of the Marquis of Dingguo Mansion and a famous idiot in our capital. She cannot cultivate spirits or martial arts, and she is also lustful and stubborn. She is stubborn and beat the Fourth Prince. Unfortunately, the Fourth Prince doesn't even want to look at her."

The woman who was drinking with her was full of contempt.

"No, she obviously has cultivation!"

Song Yiyang glanced at the two women coldly.

Xuyuan looked at Mu Wushuang on the street and found that she did have spiritual power fluctuations. Although she was very weak, it was not what they called a fool.

"She is really a fool. She really can't practice for more than ten years. But a few days ago, many people saw her summoning many monsters on the street. Some people said she was the legendary summoner, and some people said that it was summoned by someone else. The little girl didn't know what the details were."

"Summon the spirit beast?

She is the person who spy talks about?"

Song Yi raised his phoenix eyes and shone brightly. The corners of his mouth raised again. He took out the silver and threw it on the table: "Get out."

Then he shook his big red dress and continued to look at the girl on the street.

"Mu Wushuang, unparalleled in the world, has a good name, and deserves her."

He said, silently chanting her name several times in his heart.

Little do you know that this thought is a lifetime.

He would not have thought that the girl now, Mu Wushuang, was the disaster in his life.

"She doesn't look very good. Will he be the one who summons the spirit beast?"

Xuyuan also looked down and always felt that this girl was too stingy and was unforgiving. He didn't like such a woman, so it would be better for him to be a little bit better.

Wait, he suddenly thought that Xiaowei was also the lady of the Marquis of Dingguo Mansion.

Is this Mu Wushuang and Xiaowei sister?

How did he remember that Xiaowei only had one sister named Mu Ningxue.

"Yes, don't you know if you go and get to know her?"

Song Yiyang curled the corners of his mouth.

Xuyuan discovered that since he saw the girl, the smile on his face had never stopped.

Is that ugly and fat girl that charming?

Or, the prince likes fat women but can't.

He really doesn't understand what he likes.

But the prince was right. If he didn't know this girl, he wouldn't know where the rumors of summoning the spirit beast came from.

The summoning technique has been lost for many years. If this girl is really a summoner, then she has to find a way to get the summoning technique from her.
Chapter completed!