God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 5977 poor monk (8)

Yue Qingcheng didn't look at it intentionally, although in this world she had to follow the path of a coquettish slut, she couldn't take the initiative to go over there.

Ah Han was quite interested.

Shaking his head and running over to look.

When it came back, it exclaimed: "Wow, so many men. They only wear long trousers and no upper body. They sweat a lot."

Yue Qingcheng was startled suddenly.

She grabbed Ah Han and looked left and right.

This guy, probably influenced by the previous worlds, has a tendency to be gay, right?

Then she has committed a great sin.

Yue Qingcheng said: "Cultivate hard, don't run around. It just so happens that Tianyuan Mountain is an important place for Buddhism. Although it is not as good as Buddhism, Buddhism has the same origin... Don't you like Chong'er, learn something to please him."

Chong'er is small, transparent and cute, Ah Han probably regards him as a toy.

Ah Han pouted, "It's been many years since I saw him once, Master Chong'er has long forgotten about him."

Yue Qingcheng reminded: "The time of all walks of life is different from that of the temple. We have stayed here for many years, and maybe only a few days in the temple. Chong'er has the best memory, how could I forget you. You are so cute."

Ah Han looked up proudly, then sighed: "Chong'er is prettier than me."

Yue Qingcheng: "..."

At a young age, do you have aesthetics?

Yue Qingcheng said: "Okay, let's go to the other side to relax."

The old monk only told her not to walk around the Jingtan, but he didn't tell her not to walk around Tianyuan Mountain.

Maybe someone hinted at this meaning, Yue Qingcheng pretended not to understand.

She still wants to find that man, if she doesn't walk around, how can she meet him by chance?

She folded a piece of loquat leaf and used it as a fan, and shook it until she reached the place where people were doing morning lessons.The sound of the Buddha's voice curled up, making it seem like a halo appeared in the air.

"Female benefactor, please stay."

Two monks guarding the gate stopped her.

Yue Qingcheng smiled and shook the loquat leaf to face them.

The monks voluntarily gave way as if they had drunk the ecstasy soup.When Yue Qingcheng sneaked in, they came back to their senses, as if they had forgotten what happened just now.

Yue Qingcheng jumped up the tree.

Lying on the branches, propped up his head, listening to their morning class.

Buddhism is exquisite, different from all walks of life, but the way is unified.The same principle, but explained in a different way.

The young monk who taught Buddhism on the stage had enough preaching to the young monks, but to Yue Qingcheng's ears, it was too superficial.

Nothing, because she has a young son whose Dharma is so profound that it is comparable to the Buddhist disciples of the Buddhist sect.

Usually, Chong'er pretends to be sophisticated in front of Si Si, and in order to improve her composure, she must blurt out a few Buddhist words.

Yue Qingcheng listened to it casually, and was also fascinated by it.

This young monk's morality is not enough.

Yue Qingcheng poked Ah Han on the back, telling the little guy to listen carefully.At this level, getting started with it is enough.

As for herself, she closed her eyes leisurely and meditated.

I listen to other people's Buddhist mantras as music, and from time to time, I even tap my fingers to cooperate with them.

Suddenly, the courtyard became quiet.

Yue Qingcheng slowly opened her eyes.

I saw all the monks looking forward to one place and waiting. At the side door, when the golden sun was shining, a young monk came in against the light.

It seemed to be covered in gold.

This person is like the backbone of Tianyuan Mountain, as straight as a strong bamboo.It seemed that if his shoulder collapsed, Tianyuan Mountain would also crash to the ground.

Yue Qingcheng squinted her eyes.

Watch him take the stage step by step.

Those eyes, those brows, that nose, those lips...

How familiar.

Everything is consistent with her husband.

Of course, he doesn't have the chic and suave black hair of her husband.

But bald.

But with this face, such a figure, the hairstyle is really not worth mentioning.

Different from her husband's cold demeanor, this man looked at him from a distance and saw a puddle of warm water that was neither hot nor cold.

Yangchun Baixue.

It can only be described in case.

(End of this chapter)