Chapter 877

Qi Qingxing couldn't resist her being so coquettish. She had already softened up in her heart. She sighed helplessly and reached out to her forehead and said, "there is no next time."

"Good, good." Jiang Wanbai echoed.

In fact, Qi Qingxing himself did not know how many times he said this sentence.

The sweeping monk watched Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing talk like no one else. He had to close the temple gate, but the temple gate was touched by Jiang Wanbai. The sweeping monk had no choice but to remind Jiang Wanbai again.

But before he finished speaking, Qi Qingxing had already raised his eyes and looked over, "we are not here to burn incense."

"We're here to find someone." Jiangwan Baidao.

"To whom?" The sweeper heard Jiang Wanbai say he was looking for someone. After thinking about it, he put down his hand and looked at her.

Jiang Wanbai's eyes fell behind him. "We have a friend brought back by the monks in your temple. Now we come to pick him up."

"But there are no outsiders in our temple." The sweeping monk thought for a moment and said with great certainty.

They never leave visitors in their temples. Even if it's late and pilgrims can't get down the mountain in time, they will never leave people in their temples.

Today, he opened the gate of the temple. He was sure that only martial uncle Mingjing had ever come back, but Uncle Mingjing came back alone.

Jiang Wanbai sneered and winked at Qi Qingxing.

Qi Qingxing reached out and pushed the door. The temple gate, which looked thick and heavy, was pushed open by his palm.

"Benefactor!" The sweeper was startled, but he quickly responded and wanted to stop him! Benefactor, you can't enter the temple today! Your friends are not here! If you break through, you will make the Buddha angry

"I don't know if we will make the Buddha angry, but you will certainly make the Buddha angry." Jiang Wanbai sniffed and brushed his sleeves. The sweeping monk who had stopped them a moment ago suddenly turned into a scarecrow and fell on the ground without any movement.

Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qing walk in.

Green bamboo followed him and watched the sweeping monk turn into a scarecrow. His eyes widened. He quickly followed him and asked Jiang Wanbai, "master, this is What's going on? "

"True is false, and false is true." Jiang Wanbai side body, fingertip in his eyebrow a bit, green bamboo eyes have a white mangle, she chuckled, turned back, and Qi Qingxing to continue to walk toward the temple.

Qingzhu blinked his eyes. There was something in his eyes. He didn't dare to reach out and rub it. Until he blinked his tears, he wiped it with his sleeve. He was about to ask Jiang Wanbai what he had done. When he looked up and saw everything in front of him, he just looked at the shock.

"Teacher Master... " Green bamboo shakes his voice and shouts. After shouting, he looks at Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing, who have already gone to the front, and quickly runs to follow him.

At this time, the magnificent temple in the eyes of green bamboo has become a house made of grass and branches. Even the golden bodies of Buddha are actually some rough big stones.

Qingzhu looked at all this and realized that what he saw was real. He calmed down for a moment and said to the emperor in the evening, "master, are those just blinders?"

"Well." Jiang nodded at night and stopped for a moment.

Qingzhu also saw the monks with long sticks in front of him. Originally, he was scared by those monks, but he soon thought of the sweeping monk. He realized what he was afraid of. In the blink of an eye, when he looked at the monks, the monks became scarecrows.