Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

Su Qingli stood in front of Taoist Feng Qing with a calm expression.

Feng Qing looked at Su Qingli from head to toe, and from toe to head, and dark clouds covered that handsome and upright face.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"On the way here, I encountered bandits. Fortunately, I got help from a noble person and escaped safely." Su Qingli did not hide anything. In her original body's memory, Feng Qingyu was both her teacher and friend.

Feng Qing's brows furrowed even tighter: "Are there bandits on the road?"

"Yes, he was killed by the Divine Guards who passed by."

Feng Qing nodded and asked the little Taoist priest to lead them and their servant to the side room to rest.

"Master, you have wiped out all the bandits who came to Baiyun Temple. How come there are still bandits?" the little Taoist boy asked in confusion.

"Yes, I have wiped out all the bandits along the way. How could there still be bandits?" Feng Qing said in a gloomy tone and with cold eyes.

"Could it be that there are new bandits lurking nearby?"

Feng Qing did not answer, but looked at the sunset in the sky. The capital had been in turmoil recently. This girl had changed her previous self-protective behavior and was brazenly fighting against the Zhao Palace. What on earth did the Zhao Palace do to force her to be so reckless?

"Baiyun Temple opens its doors wide to welcome guests from all directions. Donors can just walk in openly. There's no need to hide." Feng Qing looked towards the end of the corridor with sharp eyes.

A figure appeared at the end of the corridor, walking slowly. Although there was no wind, the man's clothes fluttered in the wind, and his pair of purple eyes seemed to be able to captivate people in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Feng Qing bowed and said, "It turns out that it is the War King who has arrived. I am sorry for not coming to greet you. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Master, you have good hearing. You noticed me as soon as I came in." Mo Yunting stood about ten feet away, and the aura around him was still "keep away from strangers".

"I wonder what you would like to see?"

Mo Yunting looked at the huge statue of the Three Pure Ones and said, "Master, can they help me achieve my wish?"

"Sincerity is the key to success." Feng Qing has been using this perfunctory phrase for thousands of years. If you get what you want, it means you are sincere. If you don't get what you want, it means you are not sincere.

Mo Yunting withdrew his gaze. He had long since stopped believing in gods and Buddhas. Everyone said that he was a man not blessed by God and was destined to be lonely all his life.

Over the years, he has been a loner, killing enemies selflessly on the battlefield, but he is still a human being after all.

He will also get hurt, bleed, and feel pain.

"Master, why do you think God gave me a pair of heterochromatic eyes?"

"This is God's favor towards you."

Mo Yunting turned his head to look at Feng Qing. This man actually said that this was God's favoritism towards him. He had suffered so much hardship and torture because of these purple eyes. How could it be favoritism?

"preference?"

"Yes, preference." Feng Qing said affirmatively, "The ancient saints and sages were all different from ordinary people. Nuwa, the ancestor of mankind, had a human head and a snake body, and Erlang Shen had three eyes. Therefore, your purple eyes are a sign of God's preference for you."

"The Taoist's perspective is truly unique."

"I'm ashamed to hear this from someone else, but I agree with it."

"Another person?" Mo Yunting was puzzled. "Who?"

Feng Qing smiled but said nothing. How could he tell Mo Yunting? This person's fate was too difficult. He was born with bad luck for his relatives. He was born to be lonely. Whoever got close to him would be unlucky.

God may really favor him, but favoritism also comes at a price. He was given a pair of unique eyes, but his fate was also rough and he lived a lonely life.

Feng Qing even felt that this was not favoritism, but hatred. However, there is a saying that is right: thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the grace of the emperor.

God's hatred is also a kind of preference for ordinary people.