Song Wanyue smiled.

There was a cushion next to her. She took one and sat down in front of Master Jingfan. "The master asked this question so ridiculously. It was obvious that you asked me to call me over, so why do you ask me if I have something to say to you?"

Master Jingfan just looked at her.

Song Wanyue's expression remained unchanged and let him watch.

She had died once, and after living for another year, she felt that her blood and family affection was sufficient. No matter what the old charlatan was, she would not let him succeed.

"Amitabha."

Jingfan suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, "The donor should not exist in this world."

Fearless! Song Wanyue sneered and said without hesitation, "The master said something interesting. I shouldn't exist in this world, so where should I go?

"The donor is a ghost in another world."

Song Wanyue's expression remained unchanged, "So what?"

It was not that she seized this body, but that she came in after the original owner of this body died.

"Where should the donor come from and go back."

"OK……"

Song Wanyue smiled and said, as if she was not facing her life and death, but a small matter of calmness. "Then please send me back."

Master Jingfan was stunned instead.

Song Wanyue saw it clearly and asked with a smile, "Why, the master doesn't have this ability?"

"Amitabha."

Master Jingfan recited the Buddha's name again, and there seemed to be a smile on his face.

Song Wanyue frowned.

"I really don't have this ability."

Song Wanyue was stunned.

Don’t such old geniuses usually have two tricks? How could this happen?

The smile on Master Jingfan's face seemed to be stronger, "But I have the ability to keep the donor here forever."

Song Wanyue slowly sat upright.

In this era, there should be many such geniuses. Since you can see that she is from another world, you can naturally see other things.

"However, the donor needs to agree to me."

Song Wanyue looked at him calmly, "You said."

"No matter what happens in the future, you can't let the creatures get hurt."

...

After half an hour, Song Wanyue came out of the Zen room, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, and looked at everyone with a smile, "Master Jingfan said he had a destiny for me, and gave it to me."

Duke Ding's heart fell back and gave Xiao Zheng a wink. Xiao Zheng understood and said, "The Buddha of Qianshan Temple is also very powerful. Since we are here, let's go and worship."

Everyone followed him to the main hall.

Duke Ding accompanied his wife to the Zen room again.

"master."

Before the Duke of Dingguo said anything, his eyes turned red first. Xiao'er was Xian'er's only bloodline. In order to protect him, she didn't even dare to ask someone to find out about the news over the years, but she didn't expect that he still lost his life early. If she had known this, she would have secretly visited the child a few more times in those years.

"I want to do a ritual for my poor grandson."

"Amitabha."

Master Jingfan chanted the Buddha's name, "Madam, don't be too sad. Everything has a turn of things, and this is no exception."

The Duke of Dingguo was still confused when he left the Zen room. Master Jingfan said that the peak was turning around and Xiao'er was dead. Why did the peak turn around? Could it be that he could survive?

Resurrection with the corpse???!!!

Thinking of this, she grabbed Duke Ding's arm and her lips shook violently, "Old, master, great, master means that Xiao'er can return to the soul with a corpse!"

The corners of Duke Ding's mouth twitched a few times. He never knew that his wife's associations were so rich, so he patted her hands, "Don't think too much. Since the master said that the turn of the line will definitely turn around."

...

The group had lunch in the temple before going down the mountain. It was already half an afternoon when they returned to Beijing. The Duke of Ding and his wife, Xiao Zheng and his wife, Xu and Song Lin, went back separately. Song Wanyue, Song Si and Xiao Yao went to Nancheng.

After arriving, Song Wanyue asked Xiao Yao to point the direction, and she walked slowly towards the pastry shop on the next street.

In the past, people who lined up in front of their shop came here, and there were two long queues, and the smile on the faces of the guy selling pastries was almost overflowing.

Song Wanyue walked forward over the line, and was stopped after walking a few steps, "Little girl, you can't go to the line!"

Song Wanyue looked over and said a stout man wearing a cotton robe.

With a slight smile, Song Wanyue said, "I won't buy it for now, come closer and take a look."

After seeing that no one cares, Song Wanyue walked straight to the table selling pastries.

Although she is very famous in Beijing and doesn't know anything when she mentions it, there are almost no one who has actually seen her. The guy also thinks she is curious, so he ran closer and didn't care.

The customer in front bought Xue Meiniang. Her shop sold two taels of silver for each piece, but only one tael here was half cheaper. It smelled like she was no different from her own.

She doesn't have to look at other pastries, just smelling them, she knows that they are no different from their own home.

After wandering around for two quarters of an hour, Song Wanyue returned to her pastry shop and called everyone over, "Today I will teach you to make a new pastry."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

In the past, they were busy in the shop, and they wanted to take a day off, but later the business was stolen and they were almost moldy all day long. They were afraid that the owner would not be able to use so many people, so they sold them.

"The boss..."

Huang Gao said, "There are two people resting today. Do you think you want to call them back?"

"No, I have figured out several kinds of pastries over the years. I will give them to you separately. Then two or three of you will be responsible for one."

Yellow cake nods.

Song Wanyue asked him to divide the servants into several groups, leaving a group of three, let the remaining people go back to work, and then asked the yellow cake to prepare ingredients, saying, "The dessert we made today is called egg yolk pastry."

It was getting dark and the servants learned it. Song Wanyue asked them to make a pot and brought it out for the people in the store to taste. Everyone nodded and said it was delicious.

"Tomorrow I will teach other people to make another kind of pastry. If you should take shifts, just take shifts. When you get busy for a while, there will be no time to rest again."

Everyone should be.

Song Wanyue brought a plate of egg yolk pastry and went to the back house and placed it in front of Xiao Yao.

"It smells so good."

Before Song Wanyue could say anything, Xiao Yao couldn't help but pick up a piece and take it. It tasted crispy and very delicious.

"This is the first type. Next, I will teach them to make one each day. Sister Yao is worried. In a few days, those customers will come back."

Xiao Yao swallowed the pastry in her mouth, very worried, "The insider hasn't caught it yet, just teach them like this, if it's leaked again..."

"Don't worry, Sister Yao, I have a way to pull people out."

"What's the solution?"

Song Wanyue whispered a few words. After Xiao Yao heard this, she was full of admiration. "Yue'er, I really want to open your head and see how it grows. How could there be so many ways."
Chapter completed!