After being discovered by Sang Luo, the demon secretly escaped from the ancient pagoda and fled to Cangyun Mountain.
Sang Luo took a small path, trying to avoid the crowd, and chased the demon with his sword.
She wielded the sword very quickly and quickly caught up with the escaping demon.
"Why do you look like a monkey?"
Sang Luo looked at it from a distance and couldn't help but question.
She chanted the magic spell, and after sensing the divine power on the peach wood sword under her feet, she moved forward faster and faster. She wanted to see what happened to this monster.
Demons are the general term for mountain monsters. They are all spirits cultivated from the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers, so their images are not fixed.
Therefore, it may be a tree spirit, a vine monster, or a special animal living in the mountains and forests.
The closer he got to the monster, a blue-purple butt appeared in front of Sang Luo's eyes.
"It turns out it's not a monkey, it's a mandrill."
As the saying goes, in the mountains, it is better to meet a wolf than a mandrill.
Because this creature is ferocious and aggressive, and will retaliate, it is the overlord of the mountains.
After cultivating into the adult form, he would become very lustful, so he would go down the mountain and pretend to be a Buddha, tricking young girls into going up the mountain to practice dual cultivation with him.
No, it’s a group practice.
Sang Luo caught up with the mandrill and used the thunder-inducing spell.
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
The mandrill fell to the ground several times.
Another bolt of lightning struck from the sky. It was unable to dodge and fell to the ground.
Sang Luo walked up to it, holding the mahogany sword in both hands, "What's the point of pretending to be a Buddha? Let me take you to the west to see the real Buddha!"
She raised the sword in her hand high and was about to strike.
The mandrills huddled together, rolled, and fell into the cliff between the two mountains.
Sang Luo also jumped down.
But the mandrill had already disappeared here.
Sang Luo looked at the surrounding environment and realized that she had been to this place before.
This is where Xue Manying captured Shen Wuyang. In the stone door in front of her was a demon-slaying sword from Emperor Zhenwu.
The monster must have hidden inside the stone door.
It grew up in this mountain and became an expert. He must have accidentally discovered the secret of entering this stone door, so he regarded it as his cave.
She searched the narrow valley for a secret passage into the stone gate or other tips.
After working for half an hour, I got nothing.
Fortunately, she left the canyon.
As soon as he climbed up from the bottom of the canyon, Sang Luo heard someone shouting halfway up the mountain.
The name was, "Master Yunze."
She thought of the three little girls who had just come to Cangyun Mountain for a trip. Xiao Yun had promised her that they would go up to the mountain to burn incense.
So she hurried down the mountain and returned to the temple.
She took out the key from her bag and opened the hall.
The temple, which had not been open for ventilation for more than a month, had accumulated some dust, and there was a damp and moldy smell in the air.
She looked up and found that several tiles on the roof had been broken and there were still a few stones on the ground.
It must have been the children in the village who broke the tiles on the roof while she was not watching.
Some time ago, it rained several times in Rongcheng. Some rainwater leaked from the roof, and it happened to drip on the futons where pilgrims knelt and kowtowed. Over time, it became moldy and smelly.
Sang Luo picked up the futon and threw it on the laundry table in the yard.
Then, she scooped out a lot of plant ash from the wood stove and poured it into the large incense burner at the entrance of the temple.
"You can burn incense and worship God."
Sang Luo said to Xiao Yun and the three of them.
After Xiao Yun and Jiali heard this, they immediately tore off the oil paper wrapped around the incense sticks. They lit it with three lighters for a long time before lighting the three sticks of incense sticks.
Chen Qiao walked up to Sang Luo and apologized to her, "Master, I'm so sorry! I wronged you."
Sang Luo looked at Chen Qiao's face. Her entire face had moved, including her nose, eyes, mouth, ears, and mandible.
Anyway, none of her facial features and bones are her original appearance.
It can be called a head change.
Although she lived thousands of years ago, she has been reading and studying since her death. She would also often communicate with the recently deceased ghosts in the underworld to learn about what the world has developed into.
Therefore, she is not the kind of person who adheres to the old ideas of her parents who care about her body, hair, and skin.
She feels that if humans are really dissatisfied with their faces, they can use medicine to make appropriate changes.
However, you also need to be careful with plastic surgery, otherwise it will destroy the original blessing.
Chen Qiao's luck has been ruined.
After she turns forty-five, her life will be very miserable.
Sang Luo didn't want to argue with her, "It's okay, just be polite when talking to others in the future."
After Sang Luo finished speaking, he looked away and carefully checked whether anything had been stolen in the yard.
Although Sang Luo has little interest in Chen Qiao, Chen Qiao has no intention of leaving.
She continued to get close to Sang Luo and asked tentatively: "Master, I heard that you are very powerful. Not only can you know your horoscopes, but you can also read faces.
Can you help me see if my face, which cost me half a million yuan, can be hooked into a permanent cash machine?
From now on, you can lie down and live a prosperous life without doing anything? "
Chen Qiao tucked the hair on her forehead behind her ears, blinked a few times, and showed a charming smile.
It's clear she's very happy with how she looks.
Sang Luo looked at Chen Qiao's face, trying to find a sign of good fortune on her face.
But she finally compromised because she really couldn't find it.
She laughed a few times and said, "Although I really want you to leave happily, I really can't find a trace of wealth on your face."
Chen Qiao's expression immediately changed, and his eyes became very serious, "Master, do you see clearly? My face cost five to six hundred thousand!"
Elf ears, pouty lips, high nose bridge, big eyes, oval face, and I even got several beauty spots tattooed.
These are all standard accessories for beauties! How is it possible that you can’t find a rich man and live a wealthy life? "
Sang Luo shook his head repeatedly.
"The elf ears and pouty lips you mentioned are just gimmicks created by beauty salons to increase women's anxiety about their appearance.
Beauty is diverse, and beauty has different styles, not the same.
And these beauty standards you mentioned happen to run counter to the standards of physiognomy. "
After Sang Luo came to the world, one of the most surprising things was that the aesthetics of this society had actually changed so much, and it was somewhat deliberately aligned with foreign aesthetics.
But different races actually have different ways of reading faces.
Even in our country, physiognomy is divided into southern and northern physiognomy, and the faces of southerners must be distinguished from those of northerners.
The beauty standards of facial features promoted by plastic surgery hospitals today are completely opposite to the beauty of traditional physiognomy.
"The elf ears you are talking about are actually called wind ears in physiognomy. A high nose bridge is indeed good in physiognomy, but the wings of your nose have shrunk so much that the meat on the tip of your nose has been shaved off.
You must know that the nose is the palace of wealth. The thicker it is, the better it can save money, otherwise it will be easy to lose money.
The oval face is indeed beautiful, but the lower jaw is a slave palace and a symbol of good fortune in old age.
The more open your chin is, the happier you will be in your old age.
Take a look at the famous rich women today. Who doesn’t have a wide chin?
Forcibly cutting off the mandible is overdrafting the happiness of old age and enjoying it now. "(End of chapter)
