Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 314 My Buddha is Compassionate
There will be no results if you get entangled, Qingran simply doesn't get entangled anymore.

When Xie Ying'an carried Qingran on his back for nearly three hundred steps, Qingran asked to come down and walk by himself.

But Xie Ying'an didn't listen at all, instead of listening, he walked even faster.

Qingran: "..."

Is this child tired and stupid?

Mr. Xie was no longer visible at the end of the stone steps.

Qingran couldn't help but wonder, are all Xie's family members so physically strong?

At least in her perception, Father Xie's physical strength is also very good, he is over middle-aged, and he doesn't have a big belly. On the contrary, he has a sense of maturity and stability that Xiao Xianrou doesn't have.

Without paying attention, Xie Ying'an walked up dozens of stone steps. His breathing was obviously very short, but he was still very stable when he landed.

Qingran struggled: "Xie Ying'an, I've rested, you let me down, I want to go by myself."

Xie Ying'an's footsteps paused slightly, his arms on both sides slightly tightened her thighs, and then looked sideways at her.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, and his voice was very gentle: "Wait a little longer, the last step is for you to go by yourself."

The last step?
Qingran swallowed, and immediately didn't know what to say, anyway, no matter what she said, Xie Ying'an had no intention of letting her go.

Qingran didn't know if Xie Ying'an could see Qingran from this angle, but she observed the boy's profile at a close distance again under the strong sun.

She always felt that Xie Ying'an's side profile was better-looking. The overly sharp edges and corners were inlaid with a high straight nose bridge, coupled with the young boy's cold white skin, it seemed to reflect the light in the sun.

Every frown and smile of a teenager seems to be able to be painted.

Under the high temperature, bean-sized beads of sweat slid from his forehead, a few drops dripped on the stone steps along his half-bent posture, and a few drops slid into his neck along the arc of his corners, and disappeared there. Under the beautiful collarbone...

Qingran knew early on that the young man was extremely beautiful, but when he tried his best to tease her, his gestures and gestures were unavoidably too deliberate, and it was far less powerful than casual teasing like this.

Before Qingran could get enough of her eyesight, Xie Ying'an turned her head, dragged her on her back, and continued to concentrate on climbing the stone steps.

Qingran tried her best not to imagine the scenery under the young man's collarbone. After all, this was considered to be in a temple. She had to get rid of distracting thoughts and keep her six senses clean before she could sincerely worship Buddha.

But there are some things, the more you don't think about it, the more distracting your thoughts become.

Under the interference of distracting thoughts, Qingran remembered the abdominal muscles that Ruan Ruan mentioned.

Does Xie Yingan have abdominal muscles?
If so, how does it feel to the touch...

Qingran shook his head vigorously, as if this could get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.

As long as she made any movement, Xie Ying'an, who was carrying her behind her back, could feel it. This time, he didn't look back and asked her: "What's wrong? Do you feel hot?"

Heat is definitely hot, but the heat on the body and the heat caused by distracting thoughts in the heart are not at the same level at all.

Qingran responded indiscriminately: "Hmm...it's a bit hot."

Hearing this, Xie Yingan quickened his pace quietly: "Renren, we're almost there."

Qingran looked back, there were already people climbing the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, a little far away from them, the appearance and figure of those people could not be seen clearly, it was just a big black spot from a distance.

She turned her head again, but she always felt like she was in a demonic state, as soon as she saw Xie Ying'an, the sweat would slide down her collarbone...

Do I have to watch something else to divert my attention?

She was lying on Xie Ying'an's back, and there was no one walking around. Apart from the woods and hills, there was really no beautiful scenery.

There was really nothing to look at, so Qingran went to look at Xie Ying'an's hair. She had already touched the boy's black hair all over, and the extremely soft touch was enough to give her endless aftertaste.

Then Qingran set her eyes on the young man's ears again. She still remembers the red ears almost bleeding.

So, she couldn't hold back, stretched out one hand and gently pinched Xie Ying'an's ear.

A numb and itchy feeling came from his ears, and Xie Yingan stopped suddenly: "..."

After all, he didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything to stop Qingran. He started to walk again, but his head seemed to hang down a little.

It's not bad that Qingran watched the ear turn red little by little, but today's redness is not as gorgeous as that day's red enough to bleed.

Not reconciled, she stretched out her hand and gently kneaded his earlobe.

Sure enough, the redness became a little heavier, but it was still not enough to be stunning.

Hey!Qingran was aroused to be competitive, and she couldn't hold back her lust anyway, and before Zuo Zuo walked in front of the Buddha statue, she would indulge her lust to the end.

Thinking of this, Qingran embraced Xie Yingan's neck with one hand, put her head next to his ear, and said slowly: "Xie Yingan..."

The girl's warm breath sprayed against his ears, and the boy's nerves suddenly tensed up, but his voice tried to pretend to be normal: "Huh?"

Qingran approached his ear again, and said slowly: "Can I kiss your ear?"

As soon as the words were finished, before Xie Ying'an could answer, a kiss fell on Xie Ying'an's ear like a touch of water.

But after a while, she saw that the boy's ears were as gorgeous as bleeding that day.

A numb feeling came from his ears, Xie Ying'an's footsteps were completely out of control, he staggered several times, and almost fell with Qing Ran.

He gritted his teeth, but in the end he only uttered two words: "Don't make trouble..."

She was also afraid that Qingran would think that he would not let her kiss her, so she quickly explained: "Don't at this time..."

kiss Me.

Before the words fell, I heard a voice of chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The two looked up at the source of the voice together.

The person who recited the Buddha's name was a monk meditating under the gazebo. The monk looked middle-aged, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He was wearing a gray monk's robe, with his palms folded on his chest. He was also looking at Qingran and them.

His calm eyes looked like looking at an old friend.

Xie Ying'an didn't pay attention to the monk, turned his head and continued to climb the stone steps.

Qing Ran has always been in awe of Buddha and God in her heart, and struggled to get off Xie Ying'an's back, but Xie Ying'an still wouldn't let her off.

Qingran had no choice but to bow his head and lower his eyebrows as a greeting to the monk.

The monk also nodded lightly in return, and the eyes that fell on them never looked back.

Qingran always felt that this person's voice was somewhat familiar, but he didn't know exactly where it was familiar.

She had never been to Fanchen Temple, and it was her first time here today, and she should have never seen the monks in Fanchen Temple.

This voice is also different from the old man's voice in the dream.

Both of them had walked a long distance, but Qingran still couldn't hold back and looked back at the monk in the gazebo.

The monk was still in the meditating posture, still looking at them, there seemed to be relief in his benevolent brows, and at a distance, Qingran could clearly hear him recite the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the donor will get his wish gone."

After a long time, he sighed again: "My Buddha is always merciful..."

(End of this chapter)