It took a hundred Taoist priests to die in the comment section to stop it. I prefer Zhang Bai's first book, Zhang Lin's second one, and Bai Zhou's third one.
Meeting a scumbag's new love at a birthday party? Miss Su is so beautiful that I will never forgive her! The five seconds of silence in the private room were the beginning of the Shura Field where Jiang Yihuai entered with his new love in his arms. Su Yumian peeled the orange for a moment, and when she raised her head, her eyes were calm and she said "Watch what I'm doing", as calmly as if she was looking at someone else. Faced with Jiang Yihuai's blatant behavior, she didn't get hysterical. She just got up calmly and went to the bathroom. She didn't disturb her friend's birthday party, and she didn't aggrieve herself to accommodate the scumbag. The abrupt hooked lips when touching up makeup in front of the mirror hide sobriety and freedom - if you don't love her anymore, just leave the show with dignity and never get entangled. "No forgiveness, no compliance, Miss Su is uniquely beautiful" understands the feeling of pleasure that girls want! Su Yumian has no nostalgia or internal friction. She is calm and calm in the face of betrayal, crushing her "love brain" and carving "unique beauty" into her bones. There is no heart-wrenching entanglement, only the coolness of "you play with yours, and I'll beautify mine". In the follow-up, there will be exclusive sweet pets coming~ Who wouldn't love such a sober and independent Miss Su? Are you ready to immerse yourself in watching her say goodbye to the wrong person and enjoy a sweet life with a double harvest of career and love?
Five hundred years have passed since I traveled to the West to obtain scriptures, and the Three Realms are peaceful and peaceful. At least, that's how it appears. Outside the thirty-third heaven, fairy clouds are lingering and auspicious energy is rising. In this heavenly palace with golden palaces, jade palaces, and various atmospheres, there is a mansion that looks particularly "unusual." This place is called "Jingtan Temple" and was personally granted the title of Buddha of the West. Its owner is none other than Zhu Bajie, the messenger of Jingtan. It is said to be a temple, but in fact it is more like a large dining room filled with fairy spirit. There is constant incense all day long, and the dense clouds and mist are always mixed with the rich aroma of chicken, duck, fish, fresh fruit and cakes. These are the tributes offered by believers in the lower world. They are refined by the Heavenly Incense Department and turned into pure aspiration power, which continuously gathers here. At this time, on the large couch carved from a single piece of warm jade in the center of the temple, a "mountain of meat" was rising and falling with the sound of snoring, causing the clouds around the couch to disperse slightly. It is Zhu Bajie, the master of the temple. He slept very deeply, with glistening saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his round belly rose and fell rhythmically, as if he was intoxicated in an unparalleled dream. "Look, the envoy is fast asleep again." "Haha, after eating and sleeping, he is the number one idler in the three realms." "I think about how majestic Marshal Tianpeng was back then. Even if he was lazy on the way to learn the scriptures, he would eventually become a positive result. How come... It's like this now?" "Hush! Be careful! There will be no good results if the superiors hear it!" "What are you afraid of? The messenger's heart is as broad as the sea. How can he care about the gossips of the little immortals like us? Besides, look at him like that. I'm afraid he won't wake up even if the Thunder God beats the drum in his ear." Several low-level immortal officials who were delivering incense looked at the treasure couch from a distance, whispering, their eyes intertwined with envy, disdain, and undisguised contempt. In the eyes of the Immortals and Buddhas of the Three Realms today, this Purifying Altar Envoy is no longer the Pig Wuneng who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Monkey King back then. He is just a mediocre person whose soul is filled with appetite. He is the most successful "bastard" in the Buddhist scripture-seeking team, and the most vivid joke after becoming famous. His existence seems to be just to prove one thing: even a pig can have a bright future if he follows the right person. Zhu Bajie was completely unaware of these discussions. Massive amounts of incense and aspiration power poured into his body like a river flowing into the sea, nourishing the golden body of the Arhat. But he just smacked his lips, rubbed his plump cheeks on the Yunjin quilt, and snored louder. No one can see the deep sea of consciousness that is heavily wrapped in his fat body - there is no delicacies and no fairy music. There is only an endless, flaming volcano. In the dream, he was still carrying the nine-tooth rake, looking clumsy but stubborn. He is not the messenger who cleans the altar. He is Zhu Wuneng. He looked at the end of the sea of fire and suddenly shouted: "Brother Monkey!"