She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 266 The Monk
Zhou Ling sealed the soul beads of ten eminent monks into the lotus pond of Dachang Temple.

Ten slim golden lotuses sway in the wind.

Zhou Ling stood by the pond all night, without any expression change on her small face, just looking at the ten lotus plants so seriously.

No one knew that she was speaking from the bottom of her heart, or she was confessing.

Huarong stood tall and tall, with long eyelashes drooping, hiding the emotions in his dark eyes, standing quietly like an ink painting, not far behind Zhou Ling.

On the second day, the sky was bright, and the fine light shone on the golden eaves.

"This Tanyue, don't blame yourself too much. You didn't do anything wrong, and they did it voluntarily. You see... the world is safe. This is the best result."

The old monk's clothes turned white from washing, the bodhi seeds were rubbed on his fingertips until they were shiny, and his face was kind.

His demeanor is very similar to the Maitreya Buddha in the Journey to the West that Zhou Ling read in his previous life, and he is charmingly naive.

"Master, I was wrong, but I have to do this"

The old monk stretched out his hand with a smile, and put his palm on Zhou Ling's forehead, which was a gesture of touching his head for blessing.

No, child, you did the right thing. It was you who resolved the catastrophe that was supposed to be a great suffering.

The whispers make people feel like they are in a sweet dream.

Zhou Ling lowered her head and bowed to accept the blessing, the words in her ears seemed to be heard from thousands of miles away, and she couldn't hear a word clearly.

When the touch on the forehead disappeared, Zhou Ling opened her eyes, and the pair of rag shoes had disappeared.

"Hey"

Zhou Ling sighed deeply, the inexplicable feeling of depression has disappeared.

The sea of ​​consciousness is cool and cool, and the whole body is smooth.

As soon as he stepped back, his waist was gently pinched by a big hand, moving towards his arms.

There is a low voice in the ears, and the cool mountain spring-like body fragrance in the breath.

"Lingling, go home"

Hua Rong took Zhou Ling into his arms, and raised one hand directly.

Zhou Ling hugged Huarong's neck in a cooperative manner, and sat on his arm with her buttocks.

"Well, go home"

Leaning over, he kissed the man's smooth cheek.

Looking sideways, Hua Rong saw Zhou Ling's appearance, her slightly raised lips, and her big moist eyes like a deer's.

In the early morning, when the mist dissipated, a man in white with wide-sleeved robes was walking on the bluestone road in the secluded area of ​​Niaosing Mountain.

With a slender stature and a face like the finest jade, she can only be seen from a distance and should not be played with.

Holding the petite woman in his arms, he turned his head tenderly, asking for a kiss.

The woman was not shy and sent herself forward.The two exchanged a long, moist kiss naturally and warmly.

leave the temple
All the way back to Beiyuan.

Only one day later, it used to be the King of Fear of the Three Realms.But today, Zhou Ling saw all the disciples passing by, no matter they were familiar or unfamiliar.

They all looked at themselves in a strange way, neither fear nor disgust.

Zhou Ling couldn't find the words for that kind of look, so if I had to describe it, it would probably be:
Sure enough, she was the woman King Ling liked, and even dared to kill Buddha, she couldn't afford to offend her.

It would be a lie to say that I am not sad, but there is no great panic at the beginning, and now there is only a touch of melancholy.

Zhou Ling also pretended not to care, and smiled.

The two entered the Jianzong gate, before Chi Mo appeared, a man wearing Jianzong's strong uniform, with light brows and a round face, with a mole between his eyebrows, holding a peach blossom sword, flew out from the gate.

After seeing Zhou Ling, he stepped back in a hurry, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Master...Junior Sister, the master is here and Master Uncle...they are angry...you..."

Zhou Ling glanced at him with a faint smile and recognized him. It turned out to be the brother Jianxiu who had chatted with him before.

"Thank you brother for reminding"

Hua Rong raised his eyes and obviously recognized this eldest disciple.

Even though Hua Rong just looked away, the sword repair man still broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

　small theater:

　　Hua Rong: They are afraid of me no matter what I do...

　　Zhou Ling: You misunderstood, they are afraid of me...

　　The onlookers nodded frantically: subdue the spirit king, dare to kill the monk, No. 1 in the Three Realms! 666
　　
　
(End of this chapter)