The dust-free Zen room is very simple, with a sandalwood Buddhist niche, a set of tables and chairs, a wardrobe and a bed. There are no other furnishings. It is cold and cold, without any life.

Zhen Shan looked at the Buddhist niche. There was a gauze hanging from it, covering the Buddha statue inside. He didn't know that the Bodhisattva Wuchen was enshrining was the Bodhisattva. Seeing that there were two porcelain vases with lotuses on both sides of the Buddhist niche, it might be Guanyin.

She didn't intend to go up and lift the veil. She stayed in someone else's room and tampered with it, which was too tasteless.

There is a futon placed in front of the Buddhist niche. It is severely dented, and it can be seen that Wuchen often kneels in front of it.

Zhen Shan withdrew his gaze, walked to the bed, blew out the candles, took off his robe and shoes, lay on the bed, looked at the dark ceiling, and thought about what happened after he came to this world.

It had only been less than half a day, but what happened was overwhelming her, and her mind was racing.

Otherwise, how could Watt be so stupid as to do stupid things?

Zhen Shan thought of this, grabbed the quilt next to her, and covered her face. Since no one could see it now, she could cover her face however she wanted.

However, the light fragrance of lotus on the quilt mixed with sandalwood is a bit strange, but it smells very good, just like the smell of the little monk...

Zhen Shan froze!

Ahhhhh...

The demon concubine rolled up the quilt, collapsed and buried her head in the quilt. She was about to die, she was about to die, the little monk was really poisonous!

Que'er couldn't see his mother-in-law being sad, so he said consolingly: "Mom, Que'er doesn't think you need to suppress yourself so much!"

Zhen Shan: "..."

Zhen Shan immediately denied it angrily, "Where did I suppress it? When did I suppress it? Will I suppress my desire to get involved with the little monk again?"

Que'er shrank his shoulders and defended in a low voice, "Madam, Que'er didn't mean that."

Zhen Shan: "Then what do you mean?"

Que'er swallowed, "Just, Que'er wants to say, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself just because Lord Wuchen reappears. The scroll of becoming a god is nothing special, and since Lord Dao has said it, the key to your mission is

Although the situation is unclear now, it will eventually be clarified, so you don’t have to worry too much and let yourself be depressed!”

Who, who knew that you would want to get involved with Lord Wuchen again?

Que'er whispered in his heart, didn't the empress say that she would never turn back?

Of course, Que'er wouldn't dare to say these words to death, otherwise it might be the one who suppresses them.

Zhen Shan: "..."

Zhen Shan had the urge to hide herself to death. It was over, her brain had really lost her memory and gone crazy. How could she be more stupid than Silly Queer if she didn't let him go?

"Mother, are you okay?"

Que'er felt a very low pressure on his mother-in-law's body, as if she was about to hang herself from the southeastern branch. He felt panicked, and the little bun's face was full of worry.

Zhen Shan's voice was steady and even, "What can happen to me?"

Queer shook his head and said, "No, Madam, it's okay."

"Well, nothing is wrong with me." There is just something wrong with her brain. Well, just sleep and it will be fine. If that doesn't work, she will kill the old man first. By then, all the problems will be cured.

Que'er trembled and hugged herself, "Well, good night then."

Zhen Shan: "Well, you should also rest. Don't stay up late, kid, it will damage your brain."

"Que'er, Que'er knows."

Zhen Shan released himself from the spring roll, folded his hands on his chest, assumed a standard burial posture, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Queer: "..."
Chapter completed!