The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 640 I Don't Blame You
It was determined that the typhoon would not be able to make landfall in a short period of time, and the green dragon flashed and returned to the stone dragon sculpture in the Taoist temple.

Xiao Ruanruan returned to the Taoist temple with Si Jijing and the young men accompanying him.

As soon as they landed, the sky that parted the clouds to reveal the bright moon suddenly cast a large expanse of virtuous golden light, so thick that it was almost like flowing gold, covering the three of them and the stone dragon sculpture.

Chen Nian and the others stared at the sky dumbfounded the whole time. Seeing Xiao Ruanruan and the others appear, before they had time to speak, they saw the golden light of merit.

Knees are instantly expensive.

All the merits and golden lights they have seen in this life can't compare to one ten-thousandth of what they see in front of them!

To be honest, Xiao Ruanruan has never seen it before.

The golden light of merit fell on her body and then merged into her body.

She only felt comfortable physically and mentally, all the fatigue was swept away, and she felt that she could still fight the King of Century Wind for [-] rounds.

After a while, she suddenly thought, so much golden light of merit is enough to make up for the karma of the Qin family's bloodline, right?
She quickly took out a mirror from the ring.

A picture, wow!

The whole body is called a golden!

It's like gold is overflowing!
Definitely enough!

Don't talk about forming pills, as long as she doesn't kill herself, even if she is a god, it is absolutely impossible for Tianlei to kill her!
The man next to Si Jijing watched her with interest, and she stretched out her hand without thinking: "I'm Xiao Ruanruan, thank you."

The man's age didn't look much older than Si Jijing's, and his facial features seemed to be chiseled with an axe, and they were particularly sharp. He held her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Ah Qi."

Xiao Ruanruan: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She ran to the bottom of the stone dragon sculpture and reached out to hold the dragon's claw.

The sculpture is still dilapidated, but after being infiltrated by the golden light of merit, it inexplicably has a fresh atmosphere. At first glance, it seems that it is not a sculpture but a real dragon lying horizontally, with an aura of majesty and inviolability.

She just wanted to talk, but found a middle-aged Taoist priest kneeling in front of the dragon's claw, weeping uncontrollably.

She couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

The Taoist priest cried: "I'm sorry to the patriarch, I'm sorry to the master, I'm sorry to the Dragon Lord. Before he died, the master told me that the Dragon Lord is the patron saint of Qingshi, please take good care of it, I don't believe it, I thought it was He is getting old, and he regards the legend as real, I didn't expect that there would really be a dragon here..."

Xiao Ruanruan: "..."

Qinglong suddenly said, "I don't blame you."

The priest couldn't hear it.

Daoist didn't believe in metaphysics at all, he thought it was all quack tricks, he didn't have any metaphysics, he was just continuing to express his guilt.

Qinglong was silent for a while, and told a story to Xiao Ruanruan.

This Taoist temple is called Jiuyang Temple, and the patriarch accidentally rescued it, which was almost out of its wits, and placed it in a stone carving.

In return, he begged it to help guard Qingshi for 1000 years.

He agreed.

Over the years, he has warded off countless natural disasters for Qing City, and he has also witnessed the inheritance of Jiuyang Temple from generation to generation.

In the previous hundreds of years, the temple master will take it very seriously, and when the metaphysics has reached a certain level, he can still see him and talk to him.

But with the decline of metaphysics, this Taoist temple gradually declined.

I don't know from which year, the temple master no longer believed in the existence of real dragons, nor did he believe that there would be dragons in his small temple, so he never cared about it.

(End of this chapter)