The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

The old monk looked at their backs and nodded slightly, there will be no good ending in this life.

Zhu'er, I hope this life will be different. It will be worth it for your father to use twenty years of his life to bring you to this strange world, and also use another twenty years of his life to change your destiny. Be happy.

Feng Muyan followed Song Yunli all the way. Most of the time, she went to the stalls selling food. It was no exaggeration to say that she ate from the beginning to the end of the market, and still looked unsatisfied.

"Master Wangdu, why don't you say anything to me when I eat meat and drink wine?" Song Yunli turned around and asked in confusion while gnawing on the chicken leg in her hand.

"This is a secular place and the female donor is a mortal. Of course, you don't have to abide by the Buddhist rules and regulations. I can keep it all by myself. But..."

The old monk paused for a moment, and seeing that Song Yunli's expression had not changed, he slowly spoke, "Once you follow the old monk to the Buddhist temple, you can't eat meat, so you'd better eat whatever you want here."

Song Yunli's eyes widened in disbelief and she almost threw the chicken leg in her hand away. What did she just hear? She couldn't eat anything meaty or fishy for the next few months!

"Amu, we're not going!"

Feng Muyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was common sense that one should not eat meat, drink alcohol or eat meat in a quiet Buddhist place. But Li'er couldn't do without meat in his current condition. It seemed that he would have a difficult task in the days ahead!

"Evil spirit!" the old monk said calmly with his eyes closed.

"Damn..." Song Yunli, who had been enduring for a long time, exploded again, and spoke in modern language regardless of the occasion and identity.

Feng Muyan hurriedly hugged her, no matter how she kicked and kicked, she would not be in any danger. Then he kept winking at the monk to tell him to stay away.

After Song Yunli calmed down, the old monk ordered Feng Muyan to hire a carriage.

Seeing the old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground and feeling lazy again, Song Yunli sat down cross-legged not far from him. The slightly warm grass from the sun was extremely soft, and Song Yunli breathed a sigh of relief in comfort.

"Female donor, you can sit a little forward. There is life under your butt!" came a bland voice.

Song Yunli stood up with great effort and looked down for a long time, but she didn't see any ants or cockroaches crawling by. She said coldly, "You are kidding me!"

"Every flower, grass and tree is life, people should love them, Amitabha!"

Looking at the soft grass and then at the sand where the monk was sitting, Song Yunli took a deep breath and chose to stand until Feng Muyan came back driving the carriage. She wished she could hang on him and never get down.

"Master Wangdu, please wait for a moment in the carriage. I will take her to buy some food for the journey." Feng Muyan said with his head slightly lowered.

"Amitabha."

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense... The old monk in the carriage frowned slightly. Why did he have a bad feeling?

After another two incense sticks, Feng Muyan carried Song Yunli onto the carriage, and then he moved many things one after another, such as rattles, tiger-head hats, windmills, chicken legs, and dried meat...

The old monk's hands trembled slightly as he chanted the sutra. He must not have reached that state yet, otherwise how could he feel hatred in his heart? He wanted to get angry... Amitabha...

Song Yunli kept glancing at the old monk beside her. Seeing that he was obviously very angry but trying to pretend to be calm, her heart instantly beamed with joy. She picked up two rattles and started shaking them continuously.

Feng Muyan drove the carriage according to the map given by the old monk, and the mystery in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

"Master Wangdu, in which country is the temple you took us to? Why do we find the road less and less recognizable the further we go?"

"Just follow the map, I will let you know when you get there."

The carriage ran on the road for a long time, so long that Song Yunli almost fell asleep. Fortunately, the carriage woke her up when it passed an uneven section. Out of boredom, she looked at the old monk's face.