Zhen Shan suppressed his thoughts and did not think about this fatal emotional issue. He looked at the farmers kneeling on the ground with a half-smile, "What are you doing? Give us brothers and sisters such a big gift.

We can't afford it."

Saying that he couldn't bear it, Zhen Shan went over to help the people up, even avoiding their kneeling and bowing.

The demon concubine dares to accept the gift from the old man of Hell, let alone these things with evil intentions?

Brother and sister?

Wuchen turned his eyes to look at her. For some reason, the blush that had faded from Qingjun's face rose again, and his eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly with a hint of shyness.

Fortunately, the demon concubine is paying attention to those farmers now, otherwise, she might have to recite the Qingxin Sutra a hundred and eighty times and drink three pots of herbal tea to drive away evil spirits and reduce fire!

The farmers shook their shoulders and stuttered in reply: "No, no, I, we are just tired."

Zhen Shan suddenly realized, "It's not easy for the elder brothers to be so tired."

The farmers laughed dryly and said, "It's not bad, it's not bad."

Although they said this, several people did not dare to stand up and continued to kneel down to reply. Zhen Shan did not seem to realize what was wrong with this and continued to ask: "Is the eldest brother a citizen of a small town?"

"Yes, yes, we are all farmers in a small town."

"Oh," Zhen Shan nodded, "We brothers and sisters just came from out of town today, and we thought we would rest here for a few days."

"Okay, okay," the farmers immediately nodded enthusiastically, but when they touched Wuchen on the side, they shrank back and said with a smile: "The people in our town are very hospitable, and everyone welcomes outside guests."

"It can be seen from the politeness of the elder brothers," Zhen Shan also said with a smile: "I wonder if the elder brothers can introduce the situation of the town to us brothers and sisters."

"We have a lot to talk about in our small town."

"Then let's talk about what the town is most famous for."

The farmers' eyes widened instantly, their pupils trembled with excitement, their faces were so pious that they were even more excited than drug addicts when they saw the white powder. They said they were crazy believers, and a few of them had lustful desires in their eyes.

They breathed heavily, forgetting their fear of Wuchen, and climbed up and danced, "That must be our Buddha Mother Hall. The Buddha Mother is kind and compassionate, saves all living beings, and protects our town. The weather is smooth, and the people's wishes come true.

When young lady comes to our town, she must go to the Buddha Mother Hall to burn incense, she will definitely be blessed with good fortune."

Zhen Shan's eyes flashed slightly and he tilted his head, as if he didn't believe it, "Is it really that effective?"

The farmers were unhappy when their faith was questioned, but just when they wanted to show off their faces, Wuchen looked at them indifferently...

Plop, several people knelt down again!

They didn't have the guts to show any bad expressions to Zhen Shan anymore. They just wiped cold sweat and laughed dryly and said: "The Buddha Mother's magic is not effective. Miss, can you tell if you go and see her?"

Zhen Shan propped up his chin, "That's true."

She asked again: "I wonder if the brothers and sisters can tell us where the Buddha Mother Temple is located in the town?"

The farmers' eyes widened and they wanted to say something excitedly, but they were frightened by Wuchen. They hunched their shoulders like quails and only raised their hands tremblingly and pointed to the road, "Enter the town and go straight to the center of the town.

At the crossroads, the Buddha Mother Hall is right there."

Zhen Shan raised his eyebrows, "In the center of the town? The most prosperous place in your town?"

The farmers nodded in agreement.

Zhen Shan smiled lightly, "That's interesting. Mother Buddha doesn't like pure mountains and forests, but she likes the noisy and bustling market center?"

"The four elements of the Mother Buddha are empty. There is a Buddha in her heart. Wherever she practices, she can save all sentient beings."

"That's true," Zhen Shan nodded in agreement.

"Is there anything else, Miss?" the farmers asked cautiously.

Zhen Shan clapped his hands and said, "Ah, it's noon, and the elder brothers are going home for dinner. I'm really sorry for delaying you for so long."

"It's okay, let's go then?"

"Goodbye, brothers, you are really good people."

Zhen Shan waved his hands with a smile, and before leaving, he did not forget to give each of them a good person card.

"Where, where," the farmers hurriedly got up and ran away.

When the people walked away, the smile on Zhen Shan's face disappeared and her face turned a little blue. She raised her hand and fanned herself. She quickly took out the sachet that Wu Chen gave her and buried her face in the sachet. Otherwise, she would really want to

Vomited it out.

Wuchen's eyes were focused, and he didn't care about anything else. He raised his hand and stroked her back to help her calm down.

"Is the donor okay?"

Zhen Shan raised his head, his eyes filled with mist, "Master, I regret it."

Wuchen felt his ears burning at her aggrieved look, and his face was both nervous and distressed, "Shi, the main reason for giving is to feel uncomfortable, how about the poor monk carrying you up the mountain?"

"Okay, okay!"

Before Zhen Shan could answer, Que'er, who was lying weakly on the scroll of becoming a god, his golden eyes turned into mosquito-repellent eyes, immediately got up and agreed loudly.

It's just a pity that Wuchen can't hear it.

Que'er burst into tears. The amount of water almost flooded the Jinshan Temple. "Ouch, oh, my lady, let's leave quickly, okay? Que'er is almost stunk to death. It's too scary!"

If the stench last night was just due to being close to the cesspit and being fumed, now Queer feels like he fell into it...

Oops, Queer almost vomited because of his own metaphor. It crawled back in despair, grabbed its little sleeve, and blocked its nose.

The stench was emanating from the soul power of those monsters and farmers. Others could not feel it, but to Zhen Shan and Que'er, who had powerful souls, it was simply Ling Chi.

Zhen Shan is better. Although she feels uncomfortable, she can bear it. After all, she has never experienced anything. This stench will not make her timid. Queer will not be able to do it. She will soon become the first one to die from the stench.

Accompanied by gods.

Zhen Shan shook his head, "I'm here now, but I have to leave first."

This is said to Queer and Wuchen.

Que'er sobbed and huddled pitifully beside the scroll of becoming a god, but said nothing more willfully.
Chapter completed!