Zhen Shan didn't dare to explore further, for fear of losing his vest.

Wu Chen quietly stared at the beautiful woman under the stars outside the door for a long time. When Zhen Shan couldn't calm down anymore, he lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and sighed softly the name of the Buddha.

"Good evening, donor."

Zhen Shan bowed slightly and said, "I came uninvited and disturbed the master's chanting of sutras and chanting Buddha's name."

Wuchen's expression was clear and compassionate, "It is fate that the donor can enter here. There is no need to disturb him."

Ah! The young monk can actually say the word "fate". It's really rare.

Zhen Shan's eyes flashed slightly, but then she remembered that he had kissed her on his own initiative, took off his monk's robe and returned to secular life, participated in the fight for the throne, and wanted to snatch away her, the enchanting concubine... Well, she planned every step of this.

Now, looking back at the beginning, Wuchen, a Buddhist disciple, was quite innocent and unlucky. He was kind-hearted and virtuous, but the master who raised him only wanted him to fight for power and gain so that he could become famous throughout the ages.

He devoted himself to the Buddha, but his peaceful heart was disturbed by this demon concubine. He had no choice but to give up her for hundreds of lives, but because of her, his hands were stained with blood, and in the end he had nothing.

Zhen Shan was a little silent. At that time, she had just come out of the underworld. She was the most violent and ruthless. She could break into his world by any means, gouge out his heart, and leave him with pain and regret for decades.

…

Now, the two of them meet again after countless rounds. It's hard to say that they feel guilty, but they are still a little embarrassed. Haha, why don't she go out to fight monsters? Although she has to endure the stench, it's better than what she faced many, many years ago.

Isn't it better that my old friend is good?

Zhen Shan tried hard to think about how stupid the other party's other soul fragments were, so that he could slightly recover from the sin of "I used to be ignorant, as if I had ruined a holy monk."

However, looking at the clear and ethereal eyebrows of the other party, Zhen Shan thought, "Master, I won't bother you anymore late at night. I'll take my leave first."

The Demon Concubine firmly believed that she had to find a quiet place first to sort out the events of that year before discussing the mission.

It's late at night. It's really not good for an orphaned girl and a monk. Isn't it a sin to ruin someone's reputation?

Da Ya has become an inhuman background!

Moreover, it is obvious that Zhen Shan has forgotten that back then, it was raining lightly with apricot blossoms, no, it was raining heavily. In the cave, he took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, which made the holy monk's Buddha's heart confused. Why didn't he feel like an orphan back then?

What about being a monk?

The past is so painful to look back on!

"Donor, wait."

Wuchen stepped out of the Zen room and stopped her with a faint voice.

Zhen Shan froze and shouted wildly in his heart, little monk, you have changed, you are no longer the shy and old-fashioned little monk you used to be!

She turned her head calmly, "Master, is there anything else you can do?"

Wuchen's indifferent and clear eyes never moved away from her, "It's not peaceful outside at this time. It's too dangerous for a woman to go out. If you don't mind, the poor monk has a Zen room here where he can rest."

Daya silently twirled the corner of her clothes: "..." Is she not a human being? Or is she not a woman?

But yes, she is married, she is a woman, not a woman, and the monk who looks like a Buddha on a lotus platform was right!

That is, what happened just now?

She only remembered hearing the sound of chanting, and was in a daze for a moment. When she came to her senses again, she saw Miss Ashan and a monk looking at each other. The atmosphere between the two was very subtle. It was probably the reunion of their beautiful first love who had been separated for many years.

There is the heaviness of things changing and the joy of finally seeing each other again, but also the unspeakable tangle and embarrassment.

However, the monk in front of me is very good-looking. Standing next to Miss Ashan, he is both talented and beautiful, but the other person is a monk, which is a little embarrassing.

Da Ya originally wanted to ask something, but she kept silent and tried to reduce her presence. Unexpectedly, those two people really regarded her as a backdrop!

Da Ya didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't dare to disturb them.

You really want to stay in his Zen room and rest? Then why would you run away?

Zhen Shan declined helplessly, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness, but I still have companions outside, so I really don't feel at ease."

Queer: "..."

Your Majesty made this excuse!

I'm really worried about waiting for the empress to come. I think everyone outside will be on the street.

But Master Wuchen believed it. His clear eyes flashed with a sigh, "The poor monk and the donor should go out together."

Zhen Shan: "..."

No, little monk, were you reserved before?

Why are you so proactive now?

Is time so terrible? It has worn you down like this?

Well, whether time is scary or not depends on the individual, but the Demon Concubine is definitely scary. After all, isn't she the real murderer who tortured the young monk?

Zhen Shan politely refused: "How can I let Master go out on adventures with me?"

Wuchen: "Amitabha, it should be."

Zhen Shan: "..."

Amitabha, no need! No need!

However, it is really not her final decision whether to use it or not.

The courtyard door opened, and a stench filled the sky. Ouch!

Zhen Shan had a pale face, covered his nose with one hand, and tried his best to apply air freshener with the other hand. However, the house leaked and it rained all night, so the freshener was used up.

At this time, the demon concubine sighed and finally wanted to go to Daya. She turned around to ask her if she still had any more. Wuchen's slender white hand stretched out, and the fingers with Buddhist beads were holding a sachet.

"If the donor doesn't dislike it, it won't be uncomfortable to carry it."

Zhen Shan was slightly startled. She originally wanted to refuse, but she touched his clear and ethereal eyes, and the cold plum fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose. She took it by mistake, "Thank you."

Wuchen glanced at her and then moved his eyes away, "Amitabha."

Zhen Shan held the sachet in her palm, breathing only the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms. She unconsciously pursed her lips, feeling hard to express.

"donor?"

"Ah? Master, is there something wrong?"

Wuchen asked: "Aren't you going out?"

"Oh, yes."

Zhen Shan stepped out of the threshold. As soon as she stepped out, the monsters seemed to smell something delicious and rushed towards her.
Chapter completed!