Chapter 452
Chen Beiming immediately shook the raven head like a rattle.
Seeing this, Qinghe pondered: "You can understand my words."
It nodded immediately. As a different bloodline, some spirituality is normal, and it is reasonable to be able to understand human words. Moreover, the crows have higher wisdom, but they are just unable to compare with the human race.
Qinghe's face sank and she sighed, "Then you heard everything I said just now."
It nodded immediately, then shook its head again.
Qinghe whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will have many rebirth mantras. Which one do you like, I will satisfy you."
His eyes showed a hint of pity.
Chen Beiming cursed in his heart, "Stinky bald donkey, I don't like any rebirth mantra."
If Qinghe had not attained the Bodhisattva Path Fruit, although Chen Beiming was weak now, he would have to swallow Qinghe alive.
When Qinghe saw the raven, he said, "Then I will read it all later. Don't worry, after eating your meat, I will do what I promised you. You are not low in wisdom. When the raven is wronged, you will definitely be a human being in the next life. I tell you that there are thousands of benefits of being a human being. You can eat delicious food, drink good wine, watch beauty, and see spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain, winter snow, you will have special feelings, but you must not be a monk, it is too bitter."
At the end, he pulled out a squeak of hair from the raven and lamented: "I really envy you. You will definitely be able to eat, drink, and sleep the most beautiful girl in your next life."
"Oh, you are a mother. I will wish you to be reincarnated as a man. Don't worry, my wishes are very effective. I am a Bodhisattva." As he said that, he pulled out a raven's tuft of hair.
Chen Beiming screamed.
"This stinky bald donkey, when I restore my magic power, I will definitely destroy you into the eighteenth level of hell and will never turn over."
Qinghe frowned and said, "You are afraid of pain."
He hesitated for a while, looked at the raven carefully, and couldn't help but say, "It seems you can still save it."
Chen Beiming was busy pecking his head.
Qinghe said: "But the benefits of being a human are more than I said. Alas, since I have to do it, I will bear some murder. As the saying goes, whoever goes to hell will go to hell. In order to let you be reborn as a human being as soon as possible, I will plant this evil result."
Chen Beiming: “…”
Qinghe was about to finish the raven with one hand, and he suddenly stopped.
Chen Beiming hurriedly suppressed the origin of the soul that was about to be activated. This place is very close to Wuxiang Temple. Once he is exposed, even if Qinghe doesn't stop it, he will probably not be able to run far.
It seems that this monk is still ready to abide by the rules and stop killing.
For the first time, Chen Beiming thought that the rules and regulations of bald donkeys were good.
Qinghe said: "I have obtained a recipe for Jie Niumen before. I will see if there is any method to roast ravens. It doesn't matter if there is no one. There must be a method to roast birds, so I can also learn from it."
After hearing this, Chen Beiming cursed Qinghe in his heart. Why is this bald donkey like a demonic figure and likes to play with abuse?
Qinghe took out a recipe, looked at it for a while, and said, "It's good to have a baked wings with honey."
He looked at Chen Beiming's wings and said, "There is not a lot of meat, but it doesn't matter, I'll eat it slowly."
He put the recipe together and prepared to start.
Chen Beiming couldn't help but despair and thought to himself: "Damn bald donkey, I'll fight you."
He was about to fight to the death.
Suddenly, a Buddhist voice cleansed the surroundings, "Qinghe, let you go to Wuse Temple, why are you still procrastinating here?"
A thin-faced monk appeared out of thin air.
"Since Escape." Chen Beiming had a very good knowledge and knew that this monk's supernatural powers were terrible. He actually practiced the mind and escaped that few people in Buddhism practiced. This escape method is said to be the way to reach the mind, and the Dharma body will arrive. Of course, it is not that exaggerated in fact, but with the cultivation of the other party's Tianxian True Lord, tens of thousands of miles away, the thoughts will definitely come.
The monk then looked at the raven and frowned and said, "Do you want to eat it?"
Qinghe immediately shook his head and said, "This raven was dying. I remember my uncle's teachings. I may hurt the lives of ants when sweeping the floor. I cherish moths and gauze lights, so I treated it for a while."
The monk showed suspicion and pointed to the feathers that fell to the ground and said, "What do you say?"
Chen Beiming secretly praised the old monk's eyes are as sharp as a torch, and the little bald donkey see how you explain it.
For the first time, he felt that there were still good people in Wuxiang Temple.
Qinghe said with one heart, "Uncle Master, haven't you noticed that it has three legs? This is the characteristic of its three-legged golden crow bloodline. So it was born with wisdom. I saw that I saved it, so I took the initiative to offer my feathers to repay my kindness."
Chen Beiming's raven head shook out like a rattle.
Monks do not lie, and this bald donkey lies is really hateful.
Seeing this, the thin monk sighed and said, "Then what explanation should be given to the ban you set up around?"
Qinghe coughed and said, "Uncle Master, I'm going to Wuse Temple now. I know you are merciful, so this raven will continue to treat you."
After he finished speaking, he immediately used the escape light to slip away, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The thin monk shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice: "My nephew and Mr. Gu have a past conflict in the world of the canflies. Only then can he be lucky enough to understand the mystery of the great way of life and death with that little bit of fate. Unfortunately, it is still not enough to control the spiritual mark of Taoist Qingyang. His six senses are not pure, and Mr. Gu has not been able to worship my temple. Could it be that the heavens will eliminate the Taoist tradition of the Wuxi Temple?"
When Chen Beiming heard this, he was excited and said to himself: "It's amazing."
It immediately thought that no one in Wuxiang Temple could control that thing. In this way, when he restored his full magic power, he would not have to be too afraid of Wuxiang Temple.
The premise is that Wuxiang Temple doesn’t learn the Wanxiang Sect’s style!
The thin monk looked at the raven again and said, "You are indeed born with a strange species. Forget it, it is considered destined to save you. I heard that Gu Zhenjun has a spiritual pet who is also your kind. You are very wise and have outstanding bloodlines. After curing you, you will ask someone to send you to Yuanjing Peak. If Gu Zhenjun is willing to accept it, you will have the same kind as you."
He has another intention. If Gu Zhenjun is willing to accept the raven, it means he is not hostile to Wuxiang Temple, and Wuxiang Temple does not have to face the pressure from the Tianhe Sect, the Sumeru Sect and the Wanxiang Sect at the same time.
The three holy lands can have a transcendent status because people from generation to generation can control the spiritual marks of the Qingyang Taoist. Without this support, there is actually no great advantage over the four sects and five sects of the Xuanmen righteous path.
After hearing this, Chen Beiming felt as if he was struck by lightning.
If he sent it to Yuanjingfeng again, what if the boy surnamed Gu saw something, wouldn’t it be dead and burial?
Those guys from the Vientiane Sect don’t have any good guys.
It reminded of the Samadhi Divine Wind, the sword light and the last mountain of magic power, which was simply frightened by the demons.
Now it seems that it is safest to be suppressed by Sumeru Temple.
However, Chen Beiming could not resist. The thin monk waved his sleeve and put the raven into his sleeve. This monk had great supernatural powers and was not inferior to Chen Beiming's heyday.
Chapter completed!