Fu Yang quietly listened to Qin Mei’s story, fell into thought, and his brows frowned tightly.

He looked at the black dome incarnated by Vik on the hospital bed: "You mean, let me try it out and help Vik with Buddhist monks chanting scriptures day and night?"

Qin Mei nodded: "That's right! In this way, your partner cannot recover faster. Maybe his magic power can improve and go further on the path of ghosts connecting life, death, yin and yang."

Fu Yang was a little moved, but also a little worried.

He knew that Qin Mei would not lie to him, but this was just a travel story after all. Any literary and artistic youth who were not interested in power and devoted to mountains and rivers had a bit of romanticism. Who knows whether Qin You had any literary and artistic processing when recording this matter?

Fu Yang expressed his worries.

Qin Mei told him that she had also thought about this issue. But considering that after the Ghost King was injured, the power of his own Ghost King condensed into a black giant dome, it was extremely rare. It was not recorded in the regular scriptures of the supernatural world. If it was really what Qin You imagined, it would be a coincidence?

This shows that he should have encountered such a situation where the ghost king was injured and turned into a black egg!

Secondly, Wei is a rare ghost king who has no sins. The power of Buddhism itself will not cause harm to her. Some of the scriptures recited are all healing. Even if they fail in the end, there will be no consequences. You might as well give it a try.

"Anyway, I'm just giving you a suggestion and tell you what I know. You have to judge for yourself how to do it. Men have to make their own decisions."

Qin Mei said with a smile.

Indeed, to a certain extent, Dong Wei is her rival in love!

Now that there is a problem with the rival, it is enough for her to not take any injury. She can still help provide information so "selflessly" and it shows that she does have true feelings for Fu Yang - treating his happiness as her own happiness.

Fu Yang is not stupid either, of course he knows.

So I looked at Qin Mei and said gratefully: "Okay, I understand. Qin Mei, thank you. I will think about this matter carefully."

"Okay, I have to prepare to leave. Otherwise, if I disappear for too long, I will be troublesome to be known by others in the teachings. Fu Yang, you'd better not care about what's next. Please accompany your wife to find a pure Buddhist place to heal her wounds."

Qin Mei said softly.

This time, she came, in addition to telling Fu Yang about the similar situation of the Ghost King that she had met by chance. Another reason was that she missed her too much and wanted to see Fu Yang. And if she could use this method to free Fu Yang from Shanghai's muddy water, the two would not have a head-on conflict, and Qin Mei also thought it would be the best.

So she said this.

call.

Fu Yang let out a long sigh and nodded: "Okay, I will think seriously. But I still say the same thing, Qin Mei, the Gods Cult... After all, you are not a good place. You are a kind person. One day, I hope to see you with a more beautiful and sunny sunny. You don't have to walk in the dark."

"I said, do you always preach like this? You are half a year younger than me, and you still have to pretend to be serious? Haha, it's so funny."

Qin Mei's lips curled, her eyes were as crescent as she smiled charmingly. She was full of charm.

Fu Yang also shrugged and smiled. He walked forward a few steps and came to the window. He planned to see Qin Mei off.

At this time, Qin Mei grabbed Fu Yang's hands like lightning.

A pair of bright and delicate red lips were pressed on Fu Yang's right cheek with lightning speed!

Then, before he could react, his charming eyes looked at the black dome that Weike turned on the bed provocatively, turned into a stream of black smoke and instantly flew up, sweeping out the window.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared under the night sky, leaving only a silver bell-like laughter in the wind that succeeded in the prank...

Fu Yang was as stupid as a wooden chicken and it took him a long time to react.

He turned his head and looked at Vico on the hospital bed with a guilty look, his heart pounding.

"Is this considered cheating in person? It's over! Have I become a scumbag? Should I confess this when Weike wakes up?"

Like a criminal who saw the police, Fu Yang felt so nervous. It took him a long time to calm down and began to think carefully about Qin Mei's proposal.

"But the point is, where can there be a monk who can trust... Wait! It's not far away from the sky and is close to you."

He slapped his forehead and thought immediately.

Master Shenxu!

Not to mention that people can take the initiative to help at the sluice ruins, they must be a noble monk with noble character. And Putuo Mountain... seems to have a good relationship with Mr. Xiong? Should I try to report it to my name?

In the quiet ward, Fu Yang stared at the black dome that Weike turned into for a long time and finally made up his mind.

He walked over and opened the door and called out, "Xiaole, come here, do me a favor."

Gu Jianyang was bored when he was waiting, and was smoking in the corridor.

Hearing the master's sudden regret, he was so scared that he trembled and quickly threw away the cigarette - Fu Yang forbidden him from smoking before he was eighteen years old. If he was discovered, he would probably be scolded.

He ran over and said, "What's the matter with the master? Uh... this, on your face..."

His expression suddenly became very strange, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Um?

"What's wrong with my face? Are there any flowers?"

Fu Yang was a little speechless.

Gu Jianyang scratched his head awkwardly: "There is no flower. But there is a lipstick mark, and it is quite obvious. You can see it at a glance."

As he said that, he was very sensible and took out the bronze mirror of the psychic weapon that he had just stolen from the evil psychic Dingman and looked it for Fu Yang as a mirror.

really!

Just now, Qin Mei kissed him hard and left a clear lipstick mark.

Fu Yang was so embarrassed that his head was about to smoke.

Looking at Gu Jianyang and Zhao Feng, they showed the expression of "every man understands".

He was heartbroken: Fake! Damn it! I really didn't do anything, I was forced to kiss.

What’s even more annoying is that Gu Jianyang saw his constipation expression and quickly said, “Master, don’t be afraid, I will definitely not tell my master’s wife what you and Aunt Qin did in the ward. Please be happy with a hundred heart!”

"Let me go! I haven't even had my yarn. Go and call Master Shenxu over for me. I have something to discuss with him."

Gu Jianyang's final blow made Fu Yang angry.

He raised his leg and kicked him out of the butt. Even the honest Zhao Feng couldn't help but be amused by the master and apprentice...

Ten minutes later.

Monk Shenxu from Putuo Mountain followed Gu Jianyang into Fu Yang's ward.

He looked a little tired, obviously using the "Don't Move" move before made him extremely exhausted. Now he has not yet recovered.

At this moment, Fu Yang had time to carefully sense the other party's cultivation level. Second update)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!