MTL - The Anarchic Consort-Chapter 1242 His Royal Highness

The place where the purple jade Buddha head is placed is in the ancient town around the capital.

This ancient town was not very famous, until a variety show came over, it became very hot, and many people would come with their children.

So just over an hour's drive, because the congestion on the road was stretched wirelessly.

Bai Zhun is driving Hummer. The advantage of this kind of car is that it will not be bottomed. The downside is that the size is too big. Unlike some old scooters, you can pass.

Fortunately, the driver is a master, and usually has very experience. If you are in a hurry, you can copy the road.

But copying the path means going to the dirt road.

After considering the safety issue, the driver decided to open the car in situ.

White is not as accurate as the previous one, probably related to the illness, not so sharp.

However, his temperament has not changed, his face is still wearing a black mask, walked out of the car to look at the car stuck in front, and raised his hand to look at the watch.

"Give a call to your family and tell Grandpa, don't worry, I will arrive on time."

When Zhang’s adjutant saw his practice, he knew that he had to go and hurry to follow.

Fortunately, the road is not far away, less than one kilometer to the entrance to the village, after entering the village is the antique bluestone path.

Bai Zhun stood there, causing many people to look back.

He transferred the address stored in the mobile phone and walked over to a villager. He coughed and asked: "Mother, do you know how to get there?"

The old man said the local dialect, and he sang the gang back.

Bai Zhun was a native of Beijing. He couldn’t understand the dialects in Hebei. He could only guess by his own understanding. Finally, the old man shook his head.

He only knew that the mother-in-law did not know the word at all.

Because the place is not very easy to find, Bai Zhun can only ask people in the village to ask, the voice of the cockroach is heard from the mask, people listen, and he is anxious for him.

I finally came to an uncle, looked at the address on the phone, and said that I would like to pass the white.

The original person who owns the purple jade Buddha head is a sorghum who travels all over the world. Recently, he lived here.

Bai Junyi listened and immediately followed.

It is one of the most common small courtyards. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard are covered with snow. Only Dongshu is a little green.

When Bai Zhuang walked in, he heard a voice from the hospital: "Amitabha, this purple jade Buddha head is not that I don't give the donor, but the evil spirit of the donor is too heavy. Even if he gets the Buddha's head, he will also Destroyed."

The evil spirit?

There was a trace of doubt on the face of Bai Zhu with a mask.

When he was on the mountain, he only heard the master say that there was a suffocating person, and he had never heard of any evil spirits.

Too much arrogance does not mean how many people are killed, but about the people and things that come into contact with him.

Those who do not have a bottom line are most likely to be angry at the bottom of their hearts.

But these things, he did not believe it from beginning to end.

Until he adopted Ajiu.

Some things, only when you meet important people, will you be sure that they are not credible.

Thinking of this, the white light dark dawn flashed.

I heard the room again saying: "The small donor outside should come for my Buddha Ziyu, why not advanced."

Bai Zhun did not hesitate, and when he stepped through the steps, he saw the scene in the room.

There is a stilt sitting in front of the all-wood square table. He is not very out of pick.

Only the man sitting opposite him was too beautiful, his skin was white and shiny, and he was wearing a black suit with a bouquet of bright red roses on his pocket. The slender hands were wrapped. In pure white gloves, it is easy to think of a film that has been popular all over the world, "Visit Vampire".

"Amitabha." Gao Song said to the man: "The donor, I always speak a word, and some things can't be forced."

The man slammed his lips and turned a cup of tea between his fingers: "Talk to the temple?"

When Gao Hao heard this sentence, his face seemed to be ugly for a moment, but more of it was afraid, as if he recognized the identity of a man: "You, you..."

Bai Zhuan stretched his hand against the sorghum's back, with a black mask on his face, and the dark eyes looked at the man, not humble.

Gao Yan also read Amitabha: "The little donor, what you ask for today, the old man has no way to promise you. There is no such thing as a small donor. The little donor is still leaving."

"Don't get the Buddha's head, I won't go." Bai Zhun stood beside him, wearing a pure white fleece suit, slender body, and the gas field was not weakened by half.

Gao Hao was very keen to push him out, and he looked at the man opposite him with trepidation, as if he was standing in front of him, not a human being, but a savage beast.

The man just held his squat with one hand and looked at the sorghum with a look of indifference: "It seems that you have recognized the temple. If you do, don't waste time, or I can't guarantee that there will be blood in this room." ""

Gao Hao knows that he is threatening himself with the life of Bai Zhun.

but……

"It is not barren and unwilling to surrender the Buddha's head, but the Buddha's head is in the hands of His Royal Highness, and it will be destroyed in an instant. "The sorghum hands clasped together:" At that time, the Buddha's head would be meaningless."

The man's finger tapped on the table, he could sense that the Buddha's head was in the room, but the same he could sense that the Buddha's gas was suppressed by him.

It seems that this old bald head is not lying, and the purple jade Buddha head will only be destroyed when he reaches his hand.

Originally, I wanted to pick up my daughter's home, and the light was sinking. I stood up and my eyes swept over the white horse standing.

Gao Hao thought that he wanted to do it, and he quickly got on his side.

Some of the highness of the temple did not kill as much as he thought, but instead of taking the room, there was a cold and faint one: "Go" exit.

There are many bat-like birds on the girders in the room.

The black feathers fell.

Bai Zhuan reached out and stopped in front of him. When he turned back, he saw Gao Song like a sigh of relief. The whole person sat on the wooden chair.

White quasi-wrinkled a thick eyebrow, and today's things are inevitably too strange.

First of all, the road has been blocked for so long.

There was snow outside, and there was no trace of snow drifting over the man.

How did he come over with such a blocked road?

And what about those bats?

White is always an idealist. Apart from himself, he does not believe in any gods and ghosts. If it is not because of Ah Jiu, he will not even believe in Buddhism.

However, these phenomena, which were all unclear in what they learned on weekdays, made it impossible for Bai Zhun to doubt the identity of a man.

He...who is it?