Gu Changhuai's head, like twist, twisted together, unreasonable for a long time.

This waist card is indeed the waist card of Daotingji.

Ink painting this child, even if he is bold, it is impossible to take a big deal.

Bronze means that it is outside the editor.

The waist cards that can be edited are also waist cards. They belong to Daoting Division, and they are not that ordinary monks can get it.

"Where did you stole this waist card?"

Gu Changhuai was suspicious.

Mo painting is not pleasing: "What stole? This is the head of the Daoting Division of Tongxian City, I sent it to me in person!"

"Tongxian City?"

Gu Changhuai remembered that he was born in ink painting.

Gu Changwai frowned, "You are your deity, is your relative?"

Shake his head, "No."

"Have you entered their house?"

"No!"

Gu Chang was puzzled, "Why should he give you bronze waist cards?"

Mo Huo looked at Gu Changhuai, and you couldn't look at the expression of the gentleman's belly with the heart of the villain, self -confidence:

"Of course, the head of the handwriter see me young, so I give me a waist card and let me mix ..."

Ink painting almost said the word "mixed merit" again ...

Can't say "mixed merit".

Otherwise, Uncle Gu knows that although he is famous, he is a matter of Dao Tingji.

In the future, Uncle Gu may be his own "leadership".

In front of the leaders, we must show a "positive advancement" look!

Ink painting changes the moment:

"... Let me play for Dao Ting Si, benefit the monks in Tongxian City, and contribute to the peace of the cultivation world!"

"Benefits?" Gu Changhuai shook his head, "You're young, what blessing can you make?"

"I made a big blessing!"

Moral painting is straightforward.

The big demon killed himself.

On the town monument outside Tongxian City, it is also engraved with its own name.

Carved on the top line, the most word, and gold is plated!

Ink painting!

Every time these two characters, ink paintings have to pass by every time, and they have to take it several times.

Gu Changhuai didn't believe it.

You just brag ...

Mo painting was too lazy to explain. Anyway, he said that others didn't believe it. He was used to it.

"Anyway, the waist card is mine! I can also count the half of the Ting Tingji ..."

Mo painting looks at Gu Changhuai, a pair of watery eyes, full of sincere trust, "Uncle Gu, a adult in more than a hundred years old, can not speak!"

Gu Chang frowned.

The idea is great.

For a moment, it was in the trap of this kid, and he was set by his words.

Where can I think that he can think of a dozen years old, just entering too much, and there is a bronze waist card of Daotingji hidden in his hand ...

This child is the same as ghost spirit, and he has a lot of heart. He has to talk to him next time. He has to be more cautious.

Gu Changhuai started twelve points of spirit.

He thought for a while, but he pushed off: "I just said considerations, but I didn't say promise ..."

"Then how are you thinking about?"

Gu Changhuai coughed, looked away, picked up the jug, drank himself, drank a drink, and said at will: "I'm busy now, I haven't considered it yet, let's talk about it in a few days ..."

Is this the "play" method of adults ...

Ink painting has learned.

In the future, I play on my own, delay, and use this trick.

The ink nod nodded, "OK."

Gu Changhuai was stunned. He didn't expect that ink painting was so easy to speak so well, but he was so easy to give up?

Unlikely ...

Gu Changhuai's heart was tight, his eyes condensed, "You won't go to my cousin, and in front of Yuer, say bad things about me ..."

Mo painting looked at Gu Changhuai, contemplated for a long while, honestly:

"Uncle Gu, you have nothing to say, let me say ..."

Temperature is not good.

People are a bit saucy.

Please help him, he doesn't help.

Also coming out, "playing" to yourself ...

I just want to say "good words" in front of Auntie and Yuer, and I can't say it ...

Gu Changhuai was stunned, and then silent, his expression was a bit complicated.

What ink paintings say, it seems right ...

"Yes," Mo Hua glanced at Gu Changhuai and sighed, "Are you not good at me, how can I have Auntie, and Yuer, say your good words?"

"If I only know your disadvantages, isn't it all bad?"

"You can't blame me either ..."

Ink painting has a look of feelings, but helplessly.

Gu Changhuai's eyelids jumped straight, but when he thought of his cousin still had Yuer, he could only sigh in the end, "Say, what do you want to do?"

Ink painted eyes, "I want to catch the fire Buddha!"

Gu Changhuai still doesn't understand, "What is your entry disciple, what is the energy than the Fire Buddha?"

Mo painting a serious way: "I have careful eyes, more revenge, the fire Buddha wants to kill me, I don't want to let him go."

Gu Changhuai stunned.

Be careful, remember revenge ...

This is too "frank".

But be careful, it should not be false ...

Gu Changhuai's pair of handsome eyes, looking at the ink painting, narrowed slightly, "What else?"

"what else?"

"The reason you catch the fire Buddha, it must not be so simple ..."

Gu Changhuai Dingdao.

It is indeed the Division of the Daoting Division, it is really hard to fool ...

Mo painting thought for a while, and said, "If I help you, no, it is‘ us ’Dao Ting Si ... I caught the Fire Buddha, can I give me a merit?"

"Are you so lacking?" Gu Chang doubted.

"Is there a lot of merits?" Mo Hua asked.

Gu Changhuaiwei couldn't help nod.

really.

Disciples of Zongmen, practicing resources, cultivation methods, all costs, and the advancement of the Zongmen system, all rely on merits.

Naturally, the more merit is the better.

Even if Daoting is the same.

"The fire Buddha has no merit." Gu Changhuai said, "This is the Daoting Division, and will not send a task to Zongmen."
To be continued...