Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 673: Suspected car without evidence

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In the east of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xiyue is playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the courtyard outside the Buddhist temple room.

"You usually take the bodhi nectar very seriously, and you are very stingy. Why did the Yuren borrow this time and borrow so readily?"

The old monk smiled and dropped a son: "If something happens to Jianmu, it is a major event in the world, not a matter of Yuren. You can't be stingy, you can't be stingy."

Xiyue sneered: "The monk is not honest, you don't feel worried about your leisurely appearance."

The old monk smiled honestly: "The way of calculation may not be exclusive to the donor."

"You forget the result, Jianmu is fine, it may not be necessary to use your nectar, so be a favor?"

"Exactly."

Xiyue got some interest: "What's the hexagram?"

"Withered Yang Shenghua."

"?" Xiyue was stunned: "Are you sure you know the meaning of this hexagram?"

The old monk smiled more and more honestly: "Huh? Doesn't it mean rebirth from dead wood?"

"That's an old woman...Forget it, if it's on Jianmu, you can't say that this is wrong." Xiyue curled her lips and responded casually: "It doesn't matter to me anyway."

The old monk smiled and said: "Of course, who dares to say that the donor is an old woman?"

Xi Yue snorted, her face stinky: "Yes."

With a "slap", the chess piece fell, and the chessboard almost cracked: "Fatty-faced old lady with orange skin? You wait for the old lady."

The old monk's face twitched, and then slowly said: "In fact, this time there is a problem with Yuren's Jianmu branch, which also reflects a terrible thing. Don't the donor care?"

Xiyue said casually: "Reflecting that Jianmu itself is declining? Otherwise, it is unlikely that ordinary methods will be able to move its branches... It may only be that it is not strong enough, not Jianmu as we know it. ."

"Yes...the donor's heart is still discerning." The old monk pondered: "Jianmu has a very strong connection with this world. If something goes wrong..."

Xi Yue said indifferently: "We can't get in, what can we think of?"

The old monk was silent.

Xiyue glanced at him: "Don't worry about the world here, I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of Jianmu's decline."

The heavenly man swept the world 90% of the spiritual energy, and the energy supply needed to build the wood simply couldn't keep up, and sooner or later it would decline. As long as you know the existence of heavenly people, there is almost no need to guess this reason.

The only thing that needs to be guessed is why the heavenly people do not directly occupy Jianmu, and whether they have any secret discussions with Longzi.

The old monk sighed.

Xiyue said: "You dare not ask about the fundamental factor. What is the use of asking Jianmu alone?"

The old monk said calmly: "Does the donor dare to ask?"

"Dare, it's just inconvenience."

"How many differences are there..."

Xi Yue was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Anyway...someone is there, I would like to know how much he can reveal."

The old monk was stunned: "Wouldn't it be... the one who was drunk with the donor?"

"Pop!" Xiyue took another **** again, her eyebrows erected: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this alone?"

The old monk grinned: "Because...too rare."

Xiyue glared, and the monk smiled. At this moment, a monk hurried in: "The envoy of the Yuren came and sent back the Bodhi branch."

The old monk stroked his palm and smiled: "Sure enough, Yang Shenghua is withered."

Xiyue always thinks who he is suggesting, but there is no evidence.

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An An was led by two Yuren to Qin Yi's new home.

This is no longer a house under house arrest. It is beside the temple, under the holy wood, where the core leaders of the Yu people live. The pool in the courtyard is the spring of spiritual energy, and the cliff behind the house is the water of the mother and child. The high-end atmosphere is instantly high-grade, and the guards are also very strict. An An cautiously went through the heavy guards, but got the kind smiles of the feathers. They all said: "My uncle told me that Princess An An can go to see him directly when he comes, without any notification."

Then there were two little feather girls to lead her.

An An's heart is slightly determined that Mr. Dark Dao is indeed a gentleman. The greatest sign of a gentleman is to remember her love, and will not take her Clam's contributions for granted.

It's good to have this intention, at least I don't feel that I have fed the dog kindly.

As for what to do later, An An doesn't know. So far, the Nine Kings haven't said anything to the mussel girl. It seems that they haven't angered...better never.

Regardless of whether it is there or not, the concert of the Prisoner Niu is still something that the clam girl must do well, and the flute learning should continue.

An An knocked on Qin Yi's door: "Sir, An An comes to learn the flute."

As a result, the door was concealed and unstressed, and it opened with a knock.

Qin Yi was sitting on the desk in front of the window, writing something with a pen. At this moment, he stood there and watched her break in. There was a commotion under the table, and soon a pair of wings appeared, and then wings. Covering his face, he ran away.

An An can't understand this silent pantomime at all. What is Yu Chang doing under the table? What kind of duck is running in a hurry? It's rude not to say hello.

"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitching, An An cautiously said: "Isn't you disturbing Mr.?"

"No, no." Qin Yi coughed dryly, and sat up straight: "You came just right, I am writing you a new score."

An An breathed a sigh of relief, and looked forward to look with joy. He was indeed writing a new score, half of it. After a few days of teaching before, An An is not completely innocent now, and can understand that this score is not a solo score, it may be used for ensemble.

"There are still more than ten days before the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it is impossible to play how good the music is." Qin Yi said, "I asked. Feathers, saying that the king only wants good music, not that you have to perform from all races. If you can bring in foreign aid and play a piece of music that is satisfactory to him, he will only be happy and have absolutely no opinion."

An An nodded: "Yes, the king just wants to get different music, there is no race limit. To be honest, An An originally thought about it like this before, and wanted to let her husband and An An go together... I was afraid that her husband would not agree. Sorry to mention."

Qin Yi smiled and said: "I don't take advantage of you. I also tell you the truth. I want to get close to the prisoner cow. I hope you can take me in. So it should be me begging you, not you begging me. "

An An smiled: "Mr. is indeed a gentleman. In this case, it is a matter of joy and instant, so where can anyone ask whom?"

Qin Yi said: "Then you read the score, we will intensively practice this tune these days."

An An salute: "Yes."

Yu Chang, who just ran out, came back, wiping the corners of his mouth again, staring at An An, "How come you talk in front of my husband and talk smoothly than anyone else?" Be frank, it's a hit or something... How do you want to get along with my husband?"

It was nothing when there was no one. When someone said that, An An blushed shamelessly.

The clam shell is combined, and a pillar stands in the middle. A crying voice came from the pillar: "It's just a ensemble, an ensemble..."

Yu Chang opened his mouth, the feeling of bullying, even the pleasure of tearing is gone. It's not as good as torn with the Taoist girl and the witch at the beginning, boring.

Qin Yi also felt an ellipsis, and he suddenly realized a serious problem.

These days, I feel that An An is quite normal except for not being able to learn very well... can you see this performance, shouldn't it be closed like a pillar when the public is playing?

How about playing a ball?

Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Most people wear a headset and scold their teammates without breathing for more than ten minutes. Standing on the podium, they will stutter for a long time and can't let out a fart. What's the use of playing like it when you practice?

"This won't work." Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key problem, got up and walked a few steps back and forth, stood on the side of the pillar, and knocked on the shell.

The clam shell opened a slit, and the beautiful eyes inside blinked.

Qin Yi said with a stern face: "When it comes to playing the flute, you treat me as a teacher, right?"

"Yes, yes, An An is sincere in learning flute."

"Then you follow all my training methods, right?"

An An felt bad, and her voice became quieter: "Yes..."

"Well, from now on, you open the clam shells so that they are not allowed to close together, and then stand at the entrance of the Feather Man Temple for an hour."

"Huh?" An An's face turned green.

"Puff..." Yu Chang smiled. This time is the time for countless feather people to go to the temple to pray. When the clam shell is on the crowd, will this girl faint?

The shame and anger disappeared instantly, and she even thought it was her husband who was venting her anger.

Well, it must be.