Mingkong licked her lips greedily, drew all the blood from the corner of her mouth back into her mouth, and silently gave a weird smile.

However, Mingkong's eyes darkened again when he remembered that the man had attacked him just now. Was he trying to protect those outsiders?

No, impossible!

Groups of outsiders came before, but except at the beginning, when the old monk would remind them, that person was completely indifferent. Later, when those idiots were bewitched by him to smash the Bodhi Temple again and again, even

The old monk didn't care about their life or death, let alone him?

So... that person just didn't like him and didn't want him to step into the Bodhi Temple!

Mingkong was so angry that his teeth were itching, great, such a compassionate holy monk, so great!

Sooner or later, he will pull this so-called holy monk down from the lotus platform and trample him under his feet!

Mingkong shook his sleeves fiercely, intending to blow up the bodhi tree next to him, but unexpectedly, his action was very villainous and handsome, and the result was, ow!

Mingkong bent down and covered his hand. He lost control of his facial expression again in pain and almost screamed like a pig. His power was completely ineffective against the Bodhi tree, and instead he smashed his hand to bleed.

He stared at the Bodhi tree, gnashing his teeth, and wanted to kick it. But he thought that if he kept kicking the tree, his foot would be broken and he would not be able to climb down the mountain.

Mingkong couldn't bear it. Sooner or later, he would destroy this poor place!

He held back his anger, snorted coldly, turned around and turned into black mist and left.

There was no way to catch that woman tonight, but there was no rush, he had a lot of chess pieces in his hand, and he didn't believe that those people would never come down the mountain.

…

In the early morning, the warm sunshine shone into the Zen room and fell on the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the couch.

Zhen Shan's eyelashes quivered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. What came into her eyes was the young monk's handsome face. He was still sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his lips slightly pursed, and his clear brows and eyes rarely contained a trace of childishness.

The loneliness and ethereal feeling before was gone.

Thinking of his joy and satisfaction last night, Zhen Shan's eyes softened, and her slender fingers gently rubbed his cheek. The little monk subconsciously rubbed it and sighed with satisfaction, like a cute and soft kitten.

Zhen Shan's eyebrows were curved and her smile was strong. She leaned over, kissed his forehead, and left as soon as she touched him. She didn't want to disturb his sweet dream.

She stood up gently and looked outside. It was already bright and the rain had stopped.

Zhen Shan got out of bed silently and accidentally stepped on the skirt she wore yesterday. She looked down and saw that the skirt had been torn, entangled with his clothes and thrown to the ground.

Her face was slightly red and her lips were slightly pursed. Although the little monk was usually gentle and soft, shy and soft like a little white rabbit, when he ate her, he was not polite at all, like a wolf and a tiger. At first, he was just like a furry.

The head boy was just as clueless and so irritable that she couldn't even laugh or cry.

Zhen Shan patted her face, shook off the charming memories in her mind, took out a new skirt from the space and put it on, but she had just put it on, and when she was adjusting her sleeves, she caught a glimpse of the shrine over there.

The gauze curtain that originally covered the Buddha statue fell to the ground.

She walked over, intending to pick it up and help the young monk hang it up again, but her eyes were fixed on the white jade "Buddha statue" in the shrine.

Zhen Shan's fingers holding the gauze curtain trembled slightly. The face of the 'Bodhisattva' wearing a cloud silk gauze skirt and a white jade hairpin was so familiar that the tip of her nose felt sour.

She raised her hand and touched the "Buddha statue" lightly. Her expression was painted so lifelike, just like a real person, which shows the care and meticulousness of the sculptor.

Bang!

There was a sound from the other side of the bed. Zhen Shan turned his head, only to see a certain idiot bumping into the small table next to the bed in a panic. Seeing her look over, Wu Chen's eyes flickered and she avoided nervously, her ears burning red.

, standing beside the bed stupidly with no shoes and only a white undershirt, just like a child who made a mistake.

Zhen Shan didn't want to laugh or scold him. He put his forehead helplessly, walked over, took his hand and sat down.

Wuchen shrank his hand, and Zhen Shan glared at him. His body immediately tensed up, and he didn't dare to move any more. Until he sat on the bed, he kept his back tensed, as if he was about to go to the battlefield at any time.

Nervous look.

Zhen Shan ordered calmly, "Wuchen, raise your head."

Wuchen grabbed his clothes with his hands, and slowly raised his head with trembling eyelashes, his pale eyes full of panic.

Zhen Shan's red lips twitched slightly and she raised her hand deliberately, but he just looked at her stupidly, not even knowing how to hide.

Feeling extremely helpless, she gently placed her hand on his face and pulled hard, causing his flawless white face to turn red.

Zhen Shan scolded, "You idiot, did you break your lust and caution last night and your brain was broken too?"

The other side of Wuchen's face also turned red, "I'm a poor monk... I didn't!"

Zhen Shan: "I feel stupid so early in the morning? Those who don't know think that I am really a goblin. I sucked the essence of a little monk like you last night, and also sucked your brain by the way."

Wuchen's face turned even redder, and a thought suddenly came to his mind. Last night, last night, Shanshan was so tight that he almost sucked his soul away...

At this thought, the little monk was so frightened that he almost fell from the bed to the ground. How could he? How could he be so shameless?

Amitabha, Amitabha...

Zhen Shan saw that he was startled, and finally he clasped his hands and recited Buddhist scriptures, his face turned dark.

"Wuchen! Don't think that I dare not beat you!"

Wuchen's chanting voice paused, and he continued to lower his eyes, acting like a little daughter-in-law who was willing to be beaten and scolded.

Zhen Shan: "..."

She slapped her head and groaned in pain, "Little monk, Master Wuchen, what are you making a fuss about so early in the morning? Is there anything we can tell you?"

Wuchen bit his lip lightly, his handsome and beautiful face full of guilt, "I can't help you, poor monk."
Chapter completed!