After entering the cloth shop, Shangguan Yuechan quickly picked out a piece of moon-white floating brocade. She imagined how handsome that godlike man would look if he wore the clothes she had made...
Shangguan Yuechan, feeling slightly depressed, asked Su'e to hold a piece of floating brocade. When she was about to turn around, she saw an unexpected person.
"Holy Son?"
When Shangguan Yuechan saw Yu Xiaotian choosing cloth, especially when she caught a glimpse of the three-petal red lotus mark on his forehead, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and then she gave Su E a wink, who immediately understood.
"Who wants to buy the Mahavairocana Mantra?"
Yu Xiaotian was holding two pieces of cloth in Lingqing Cloth Shop, struggling to choose which pattern. Suddenly, he heard someone selling "Mahavairocana Mantra" outside. His handsome brows wrinkled slightly, and the light in his beautiful peach blossom eyes dimmed.
"Amitabha!"
Yu Xiaotian couldn't help but put his hands together.
"I never thought that this profound Buddhist teaching would be reduced to being hawked."
Yu Xiaotian sighed slightly, then turned and left Lingqing Cloth Shop, following the voice that had just been hawking the "Great Sun Tathagata Mantra." However, as he turned into an alley at the corner of the street, he was suddenly knocked unconscious by a knife, then sacked with a sack and dragged onto a carriage.
"Hahaha……"
"It's true that after searching high and low for something, it finally comes to you without any effort. Ran Zamao, I unexpectedly ran into the Holy Son you've been looking for for so long. Now you have to thank me profusely!"
In a low-key and luxurious carriage, Shangguan Yuechan, dressed as a noble lady, looked at the unconscious Yu Xiaotian with a slight smile on her lips.
It seems that this trip to Laifeng Country has yielded quite a lot...
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