I Really Like That Guy!

Was it a monk?

A Luo wanted to see a little more clearly, but just as her face moved closer, the monk who was under her pressure suddenly raised his hand, and pressed his warm fingertips on the back of her neck, and A Luo suddenly saw Black, suddenly lost consciousness.

The moment he passed out, A Luo was full of shock and disbelief.

She actually capsized in the gutter twice in one day?

In the dilapidated mountain temple, a lamp glowing like beans illuminates the solemn and solemn Buddha statue.

In the room on the right, the monk stretched out his hand and placed the unconscious **** the bed, then got up and got out of bed, put on old cloth shoes, put on the blue monk clothes on the side, and walked slowly to the hall.

He is tall and slender, walking slowly and slowly, landing silently, and every move contains a gentle and calm atmosphere.

Walking to the towering Buddha statue, the monk bowed his head slightly, knelt on the futon under the Buddha statue, gently picked up the wooden fish hammer on the ground, and knocked on the wooden fish.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk..." The regular sound came out one after another, and in this quiet night, it was as long as a hypnotic melody.

The monk hadn't knocked dozens of times before a bit of icy coldness filled the air.

Accompanied by the chill, is a white man in frost and snow.

The house here is dilapidated, the doors and windows are withered, and even the Buddha statue is covered with mottled old marks, but the man in white stands in this hall, and the rotten atmosphere of the whole room seems to disappear in an instant.

It was as if the white clothes on his body could emit light, and a faint halo illuminated the surrounding area, making the entire ruined temple become full of brilliance in an instant.

The figure of the man in white is as tall and straight as a pine sword, and his clothes are like snow.

He wears a long sword with a silver sheath around his waist. The body of the sword is not fancy. It is not like some swordsmen are inlaid with treasures, and there are no special patterns carved. It is just a silver sword all over the body.

The sword was obviously loved by its master, and the silver scabbard was spotlessly polished, and it seemed to have become pure and flawless white against his snow-white clothes.

The man in white stood a step inside the door and did not go any further, as if he was worried that the dilapidated temple would stain the hem of his snow-white clothes.

"I remember that this place is a ruined temple, when did there become a monk?" The man in white said coldly.

The hand that knocked on the wooden fish stopped, and the knocking sound suddenly stopped.

The monk slowly got up and turned to face the man in white.

The moment he saw his face clearly, the pupils of the man in white suddenly shrank: "Buddha Zi Tan Wu?"

The monk nodded slightly and said nothing.

Wei Zhixian slowly released his hand on the hilt of the sword. He knew that as long as he saw this person, no matter whether there was the demon girl here, he would not be able to slay him.

Despite this, Wei Zhixian still said: "I wonder if the Buddha has seen someone come here injured?" He asked, in fact, he had caught a breath in his ear, in the bedroom on the right.

The Buddha remained silent, holding a string of brown Buddha beads and looking at him lightly.

Wei Zhixian couldn't understand what he meant, so he couldn't help sneering: "The Buddha is merciful, but he doesn't know that the person is a demon girl who has done many evils. The Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle and sacrificed his body to feed the tiger. We know that after the eagle and the tiger survived , how much harm will it be?"

The Buddha was still silent, only staring at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Wei Zhixian's handsome face condensed with a layer of frost, and no one knew that the famous sword immortal on the rivers and lakes would have such a shy side.

Son of Buddha, Son of Buddha, Son of Buddha. As long as you are in front of the Buddha, you must stop all fighting and killing.

This is the rule of the Buddha, and no one has ever broken it. Not even the offering of his Sword Immortal Guard.

The heat in his body surged again, and Wei Zhixian knew that even if he wanted to forcefully capture the enchanting girl, he might not be able to.

Even when he is awake, he is not sure that he will be able to retreat under Tan Wu's hands, not to mention that his strength has been greatly reduced now that he has been caught by the magician's secret medicine.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhixian snorted coldly and said angrily: "Since the Buddha wants to protect her, then Wei will let her go, and hope that the Buddha will not regret it in the future!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around, pointed his toes, and quickly disappeared into the thick darkness.

The night was gloomy, and in the small ruined temple, a light was on until dawn, and the constant sound of wooden fish resounded throughout the night.

The next day, A Luo woke up to the sound of birdsong. As soon as she opened her eyes, she sat up from the bed and looked around vigilantly.

It was the ruined temple from last night. Under the bright sky, Arlo could see the surrounding environment clearly.

In the small tiled house, there is only a bed made of wood and a large bamboo-backed basket with some daily necessities. In addition, there are several wooden shelves that cannot be seen in the corners, probably some furniture or the like, all of which have been eroded by insects and ants.

She sat on the only bed, covered with a gray-blue mattress, and looked clean, unlike the dust everywhere else.

It seemed that the monk did nothing to her last night.

A Luo lifted the quilt and glanced at her body. Her clothes were still well-dressed, and the wound on her arm had stopped bleeding overnight. Looking at the quilt again, there is only trace of her having slept alone.

Master once said that there is no good thing for men outside, and A Luo regards it as a standard, and has always believed in this truth.

But looking at it today, there are still some good men in this world, such as monks who are not close to women.

Since she can sit here upright, it means that Wei Zhixian has not been asked to find out, not to mention that the night has passed, the stinky man must have had a seizure, and he will not be able to catch up with her for a while.

Thinking of this, Arlo immediately jumped up from the bed and left with brisk steps.

As for the monk who took her in for one night? Hmph, he dared to attack her, she would be fine if she didn't kill him, do you want her to repay her kindness?

However, as soon as he turned out of the room, Arlo bumped into someone head-on.

The petite girl stepped back a few steps, clutching her slightly aching forehead against the man's hard chest, and stared at it with wide eyes in surprise.

She didn't hear footsteps, how could she bump into it?

When he raised his eyes and saw the appearance of the person in front of him, all of Arlo's voices were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

It was a monk, wearing a dark blue monk robe, with a bare forehead.

He looks the same as all monks, but is different from all monks. He has a fair and handsome face, the facial contour is as perfect as drawn, narrow and warm eyebrows, high nose bridge, and light color. Two lips that are neither thin nor thick.

This kind of appearance is even better than the Jade-faced Jianglang Jiangzhou Banquet, who is known as the first son of Jianghu, that Arlo has seen.

Even if his head is bald, the top of his head is shining brightly, and he is a monk through and through, he can't hide this good-looking appearance.

If it was just the face, it wouldn't make her so ecstatic.

The most important thing is the monk's temperament, which is the feeling that Arlo can't describe in words.

She just looked at him and looked at him, and she seemed to see the vast sky, the flowing clouds, the ancient starry night, and the inextinguishable wind.

Gentle and vast, majestic and broad.

She had never seen such a person before, had such a feeling.

His eyelids were gently lifted, his eyelashes blinked slowly, and his fingertips fiddled with the beads. These ordinary and small movements would set off stormy waves in her heart, making her mind tremble, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

Until the monk handed over the wooden bowl in his hand, her eyes fell on the white porridge in the bowl with his actions, and she finally pulled her sanity back a little.

"This is for me?" she asked tentatively.

The monk frowned slightly and nodded slightly.

When he didn't move, he was sympathetic and compassionate like a Buddha statue, and he could only see a formidable divinity, but a little less popularity.

But when he moved and looked at people gently, the light in his eyes was warm and warm, like the warm sun in winter, which made people feel comfortable.

A Luo raised his hand to take the wooden bowl, unconsciously noticing his hand again.

The first time she saw it, there was only one word in her mind, and that was clean.

Wei Zhixian's white clothes have never made her have such an evaluation.

His hands are well-proportioned, the fingers and the palm are in perfect proportions, the roots of the fingers are slender, the joints are distinct, and they are as clear and smooth as jade.

A string of brown Buddhist beads hung between his bent fingers. The beads were too long and went around his thin wrist. The black and white complemented each other, making the hand even more white and flawless.

A Luo held the bowl and stood there for a long time without moving.

After the monk gave her the porridge bowl, he turned it around in the Buddhist hall. He was cleaning up this ruined temple. The Buddha statue in the middle had been cleaned up. Although it was still very old, it finally looked less shabby.

A Luo just stared at him, drinking porridge while watching the monk sweeping the floor with a broom.

It was obviously just a bowl of white porridge, and drinking water was just as tasteless and tasteless, but she drank it all, and after the last mouthful, the monk also stopped.

He came to her again and stretched out his hand.

A Luo held the bowl and didn't give it to him. He looked at the monk and asked, "Monk, what's your name?"

The monk just looked at her quietly, his eyes were calm, and he said nothing.

A Luo rolled his big eyes and said coquettishly, "You saved me, and you will be my benefactor in the future, and I will repay you! You declare your name, and I will cover you from now on! "

Not long ago, the little demon girl who was still thinking that the demon girl could not repay her kindness changed her mind without hesitation.

This kind of repayment also depends on the actual situation.

Hearing this, the monk still looked indifferent, even he shook his head and still spread his hand in front of A Luo, whether he was saying he didn't need it or he didn't believe her.

Seeing that he still didn't answer, A Luo couldn't help frowning, "Do you look down on me?" She has a bad temper, so she would be unhappy, so she put the wooden bowl in her hand behind her and said angrily: " If you don't tell me who you are, I won't return the bowl to you."

The monk stared at her silently, his eyes were gentle, but he still didn't speak.

When he looked at him like this, Arlo had a vague feeling that he was an unreasonable child.

But this time, Arlo finally realized that something was wrong.

"Hey, why haven't you spoken, you're not dumb, are you?"

Hearing this, the monk's expression paused. Then he smiled slightly, and nodded lightly at her.