Qing Hui narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the monk with a compassionate face.
Sure enough, this monk is not a good person.
She turned sideways and pulled open the car curtain with her hand, and looked ahead. There was a tea shed on the roadside. Although it was crumbling, there was a bamboo house behind it, which probably wouldn't collapse.
She shouted to the young monk who was driving the carriage,
"Little master, just stop at the tea stall in front. I'll be there. It's troublesome."
"Donor, you're very polite. It's just a little effort." Xiaosengmi replied.
It was not far away, and we soon arrived at the tea stall. Probably because of the heavy hail, there were several customers at the tea stall taking shelter from the rain.
The carriage stopped and Qing Hu stood up to lift the curtain.
But before getting out of the car, Qing Hui paused and said to the monk: "Master, I have never heard of what you said. I have heard another sentence, which is to confuse people."
"Anyone who confuses the public with evil words shall be killed."
"Master, if you have nothing to do, don't just listen to Buddhist scriptures. Also listen to my Xiliang Law."
After saying that, he opened the curtain and jumped out of the car.
The monk in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of strange pupils, extremely strange.
The Buddhist beads in the monk's hand were spinning faster and faster, and he was chanting something quickly.
Xiao Sengmi asked toward the carriage: "Master Changli, should we also stop and take a rest? This hail seems to have no intention of stopping."
"Amitabha," Master Changli looked through the car curtain blown by the wind at the green cypress that had slipped into the tea shed. Only a faint back was left, but it seemed to be full of infinite vitality.
"Keep walking, don't stop." Master Changli said.
Xiao Sengmi responded and was about to drive the horse to continue on his way when suddenly there was a violent vibration in front of him.
It was as if some ferocious beast had stepped across the ground, and it was particularly clear amidst the bursts of thunder and crackling hail.
Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound source.
In the distance, I saw a white tiger pulling a carriage and galloping towards this road.
"Oh my God, is that the white tiger raised by His Majesty?"
"It must be! That's not an ordinary white tiger! It doesn't have black patterns on its body!"
Qing Hua, who was about to go into the tea shed, also heard the sound, paused in his steps, and looked in disbelief towards the direction where the white tiger was running.
Among the dense white hail that fell like broken beads, the snow-white tiger came galloping pulling a golden carriage.
Qing Hui was so shocked that his whole body felt as if he had been struck by electricity.
In the empty chest, it was like a drum beating and reverberating.
She was excited, surprised, and at a loss.
"Your Majesty! I'm here! Here!" Qing Hui shouted, not even caring about the hail that was still pouring down like beans, and rushed over and hugged the tiger's head.
The tiger gave her a gentle nudge, signaling her to get in the car quickly.
Qing Hua was reluctant to leave, and he even raised his paw to nudge her.
Qing Hui had no choice but to climb onto the carriage.
The carriage he brought was not the simple carriage that could break the roof just now, but was made of precise dark iron, covered with sandalwood and a gold roof. As soon as you got in, you felt a sense of luxury.
The warmth.
As Qing Hui sat in the carriage, the first thing she thought of was when she was still Qi Wan.
There is a popular saying in the capital that among all the young talents in the capital, King Chen Lian Jinchen is the undisputed dream lover and prince charming in the minds of ladies from a famous family.
It turns out that the prince on the white horse may not be such a good thing.
Chapter completed!