Chapter 126 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (11)

"I'm walking around." Qisheng's eyes were wandering, and his ears were a little red from lying.

The disciples did not doubt that he was there, except that their uncle, the current student, had never been down the mountain. They were curious about the prosperity at the bottom of the mountain, but they were not worried about letting him go alone.

"Let Xuan Miao and Xuan Chong accompany our uncle?" said an older disciple.

"No, I want to go for a walk alone," Qi Sheng said quickly.

Several disciples looked at each other.

Qi Sheng added: "I had already seen the terrain clearly when I came here. I will go back to Qingya Mountain directly after walking around the streets. You don't have to wait for me."

Seeing that the master's uncle insisted on doing this, several disciples could not stop him too much. In the end, they helplessly watched the gentle and handsome master's uncle blend into the crowd.

Qi Sheng had a handsome appearance, and ordinary people in Chuiliu Town had never seen such a handsome man who looked like he had stepped out of a novel. As he walked by, many eyes were glued to him like cockleburs.

These glaring glances made Qi Sheng's face become increasingly red with embarrassment.

The handsome white face seemed to be coated with clouds, and the young monk was even more beautiful than the Tofu Xishi at the east end of Chuiliu Town.

The owner of the roast chicken shop was dumbfounded. He didn't hear Qi Sheng's words clearly for a moment. He murmured back and asked with a grin: "Little master, do you want to buy roast chicken?"

"Yeah", Qi Sheng's face burned as he said, "One roast chicken." After saying that, he felt that it was a bit too little. He couldn't go down the mountain often, so he changed his words: "Two, two roast chickens."

The boss quickly wrapped the two roast chickens in oil paper and took the money with a smile: "Come again next time!"

Qi Sheng bought roast chicken and two kilograms of soy sauce beef, and then went to a wine shop to buy a jar of plum fruit wine. When he walked out of the wine shop, many eyes were fixed on him.

He has a good ear and can hear what others are saying.

"This is a monk from Qingya Mountain, right? Doesn't it say that Qingya Mountain abstains from meat and alcohol? This monk is addicted to both meat and alcohol. If word gets out, will he be expelled from Qingya Mountain?"

"I have lived in Chuiliu Town for decades, and I have met many disciples on Qingya Mountain. I have never seen such a handsome young monk, who looks like the bright moon over there!"

"If I return to secular life, I'm afraid the threshold will be broken by the matchmaker!"

"Little Master, are you a disciple of Qingya Mountain?"

"Young master, don't ignore me. My father is a prostitute in the town and his family is well off. If you return to secular life and marry me, I will ensure that you eat meat and drink wine every day." The woman's handkerchief was thrown on Qi Sheng.

The junior junior uncle who was afraid of society turned pale with fright and ran away.

"Why did you run away?"

The young ladies in the town exclaimed and hurriedly chased after him, throwing sachets, flowers, and handkerchiefs at the young monk who was fleeing in front of him as if they were free.

The people behind didn't know what these people were chasing, but with so many people chasing him, there must be something good, so they also joined the team. Half of the people in Weeping Willow Town were chasing Qisheng.

At the gate of Qingya Mountain, Qi Sheng glanced back with lingering fear.

Cold sweat broke out on her beautiful forehead.

The world under the mountain is too scary!

He waved his hand in the air, and a golden light traveled from far to near, and finally shrank to the size of a key, landing in his palm.

On the other side, the people in Weeping Willow Town were shocked when they saw the golden fence appearing out of thin air blocking the road and suddenly disappearing out of thin air.

After the crowd dispersed, the incident was spread throughout the town.

Qi Sheng avoided the disciples guarding the mountain, entered Qingya Mountain through another steep mountain road, and went straight to the forbidden cave where the Demon King was imprisoned.

It was not until evening that he saw Zeyang walking out of the forbidden cave, and Qisheng Shi Shiran emerged from the bushes, patted the grass clippings, and stepped into the cave.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, Qi Sheng frowned.

There is an added evil spirit inside.

He walked a little faster and heard the Demon King lazily say: "Why are you here again?"

Jisheng's steps stagnated.

After a moment of silence, Nan Xian noticed something was wrong. He looked over with beautiful eyes and saw Qi Chang standing in the darkness, holding an oil paper bag and a wine jar in his hands.

Neither of them spoke. Their long eyelashes were slightly drooped. They walked over, half-crouched and said without raising their heads: "I brought you wine and meat."

"Where did you get these?" Nan Xian stared at the hand that unwrapped the oil paper package. It was slender and thin and white.

Qi Sheng said nothing, his thin lips pursed tightly.

The sauced beef and roasted chicken in the oil paper bag exuded a strong meaty aroma. He covered it with his spiritual power after a while, but the chicken and beef slices were still warm.

Before the wine entered her throat, Nan Xian felt a burning sensation in her abdomen, and her hot heart was beating. She cupped her chin and smiled: "Uncle, how do you want me to repay you?"

She knew how difficult it was for him to get these, and he might have to face the criticism and condemnation of many people. He was so thin-skinned that she turned red just by blowing on him.

I don’t know how much determination and courage it took to get these meat and wine.

"You don't need to repay me," Qi Sheng said in a nasal voice, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh, the young master uncle said that he wants me to pledge myself to him." Nan Xian reached out and hooked the young monk's chin, but the teasing in his eyes gradually faded away when he saw Qi Sheng's wet and red eyes.

She always knew that Qi Sheng was an extremely beautiful little monk.

Unexpectedly, the little monk was born with a pair of eyes that could shed tears. When he felt aggrieved, water mist accumulated in the light red eyes, like the dewdrops falling on the cherry blossoms on the branches in spring, and the mist was red.

"Why are you crying?"

Brushing away the cold tears at the end of his eyes with his fingertips, Nan Xian thought that he might have been made things difficult when he bought the wine and meat, so he asked softly: "Who was bullied? I'll teach you a lesson!"

Qi Sheng glared at her resentfully, patted her hand away with tears in his eyes, and stuffed the oil paper bag into her hand.

"Do you want to eat it? If you don't want it, just give it back to me and I'll throw it off the cliff! You don't need to throw it to Zeyang!"

Nan Xian instantly understood that Qi Sheng was complaining about the "meeting gift" she gave to Ze Yang. She lowered her head, and after a moment, a soft sob penetrated Qi Sheng's eardrums, making him startled.

"You...why are you crying?"

The two of them seemed to have their identities reversed. Qi Sheng looked at her at a loss, and his heart felt like it had been knocked out of the water, causing ripples in circles.

Nan Xian raised his eyes with tears in his eyes and complained: "Since you won't cross me, then why should I keep those things?"

Qi Sheng's heart ached. He saw her crying more and more fiercely. He was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He didn't know how to comfort her: "Stop crying. It's my fault. I shouldn't be jealous of Zeyang."

He was holding the sauced beef and roast chicken in confusion, with a bewildered face: "Stop crying, it will attract people. Can you eat something? I was wrong."

"Why are you jealous of Zeyang?" Nan Xian looked at him with grievances and sobs.

Qi Sheng looked startled.

Why is he jealous of Zeyang?

The woman was obviously the demon king, but her eyes were so pure that he could not hide her. He stumbled and said vaguely: "I'm jealous of you telling Zeyang stories."

"I didn't tell him a story," Nan Xian looked directly into his eyes and said word by word, "I only told you a story."
Chapter completed!