The Empress’s Gigolo

"After class! Today's homework is the formula. It will be handed in three days later, and there must be a problem-solving process. I don't want to see anyone copy the wrong name again." Qing Lian put away the books on the podium and left the classroom in her arms. .

"What awesomeness!" A group of teenagers sat down and straightened their lips, then looked at the formula projected on the wall in front of them, sending out a scream of madness and hair.

"Ah ah ah! That **** big Xia woman!"

"Oh, the sorrow of the defeated dog is really nice!" Qing Lian smiled elegantly and walked on campus.

"I like to see you guys desperate to kill me but helpless."

"This time the question is still too simple, but it must be done step by step, lest they complain, it can be more difficult to use next time."

Turning around the corner, I just saw the delicate girl in white fluttering.

"You're still alive!" Tong Lan saw Qing Lian, and suddenly pulled off the corner of her mouth, smiling nonchalantly.

"You haven't graduated yet?" Qing Lian finished her sentence and saw the Tonglan expression on the opposite side completely solidified.

"I hope that the day I will give you a diploma!" Qing Lian chuckled and passed by Tonglan.

It wasn't until Qinglian left for a long time that Tonglan made a series of crazy calls.

"You can't fight her more than a bickering." Shi Gan always kept a steady expression on the side, and only then spoke.

"Humph!"

"And you can't beat her!" Shi Gan continued to insert another sword.

"I dare you, I fight with you!" Tonglan was crazy!

Madly chasing back to the research room, Tonglan sighed with a forehead and sighed, "When will we graduate!"

"Hurry up, don't you graduate next year? It's almost a year! Forbearance has passed." The girl not far away said frowning, although it was a comfort, but she also had a tangled mind when she mentioned it.

"Primary school, middle school, university, and then graduate students. God knows what else is going on after graduate students. I don't think I can hold on to the day of graduation. I don't see the end. After you graduate, remember to let your grandson burn the diploma . "

Xu Peng squatted on the ground with her head in grief.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's faces were extremely ugly, and they obviously touched everyone's pain points.

"Is the engine data of Spread Wing 112 calculated? Not calculated yet? Who made you lazy?" Tonglan was in a worse mood and immediately vented his anger on others.

...

Qing Lian returned the lesson plan to the office, and brought out a pair of rose-red metal half-rimmed glasses to leave the school.

Unlike the spectacled mother who broke the five-meter accident between humans and animals, she was entirely because of her beauty.

I found a flour shop outside the school that sells potato flour or sweet potato stew.

After eating, I started to do nothing. I walked to the corner of the campus and watched the students who called at the public telephone booths a little bit dazed.

Life here is good, there are not so many messy things, just go to class and study your favorite math.

But apart from that, she also feels a bit lonely.

After all, as long as people have social needs.

I want to make a call like those people, but I don't know who to call, family, no. No friends, either.

There was once a partner, Su Qing, but he should not want to receive his call ...

Qing Lian had a somewhat self-deprecating smile on her face. Compared with the others, it was more interesting to quarrel with those students, but she could feel that she was not alone.

While he was laughing at himself, he noticed a few strange people walking in the distance.

The body is a customary dress that does not belong anywhere. At first, a half-length white robe was used, and the other half was a piece of red cloth sewn together, and then draped on the body.

Behind them were several robes made of gray and black cloth, which looked like patches of beggars.

However, these people are different, their bodies are very clean, and they are all bald, which is quite rare outside the ancient people.

Anyway, Qing Lian only knew one such bald head. Not only was he bald, he didn't even have eyebrows, and he could not see any hair on the exposed skin.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Xingruo, have seen the donor!" Those bald heads stopped suddenly when passing by Qing Lian, the first bald head that looked clean and beautiful was suddenly in good luck.

"?" Qing Lian suddenly remembered who these people were, a sect called Buddhism, which was very prosperous in the heavens, and seemed to have some unclear relationship with Prince Zhao.

These years, the skyscape has developed very well. Even the students from the skyscape in the college believe in this religion.

"What's the matter?" Qing Lian looked at the handsome monk in front of her, a question mark in her head.

"The poor monk saw that the donor paid a little attention to the poor monk and others. When they meet, they are destined, so talk to the donor."

"Meeting is fate?" Qing Lian asked.

"Otherwise, this vast crowd of people, why do poor monks and others meet the donor, why the donor cares about me, etc., and why do you and me meet here?" Xing Ruo laughed.

"Oh!" Qing Lian shook her lips. "There must be a lot of people in this area."

"Why not?" Xing Ruo smiled. "Fate, poor, who can tell the things in this world? I can't break the mist of my heart, like a fish in the water, but it's hard to know."

Qing Lian just wanted to refute, and her expression suddenly moved, and she felt a little conscious.

After a while, he laughed and said, "Do you have something in this?"

"Just a fool's word." Xing Ruoxiao said with a smile, closed, and said goodbye.

The back of Qing Lian who saw several people leave, the inexplicable feeling of loneliness disappeared, and the feeling of alienation between the whole person and the surrounding area also decreased.

"Master, just the donor?" A monk behind Xing Ruo suddenly spoke, a little confused, wondering what kind of Zen machine Xing Ruo Fang Cai had? ~ "Xing Ruo smiled.

...

"I've seen the Buddha!" ​​Xing Ruo toward Ren Yaqian.

"It's been a long time, but it's big!" Ren Baqian looked at the handsome monk who was about twenty in front of him and laughed.

The little monk was still very popular at that time. He hadn't seen each other for years and it was so big.

"It's all appearance." Xing Ruo smiled.

"Since it is an appearance, how did this dress become white?" Ren Baqian refers to Xingruo's monk's clothes.

"Because it looks good!" Xingruo took for granted.

"..." Ren Baqian was shocked by his righteous look.

"The poor monk doesn't look at the skin, but everyone else does." Xingruo laughed.

This flamboyant monk in white clothes is comparable to a puppet monk in a hundred robes?

Ren Baqian mumbled, and then laughed. If this business is very organic, it is no wonder that such a big situation has come out in the sky.

Thanks to the chaos and human misfortune of the original Tianjing Land, and the support of Ren Baqian, over the past ten years, Buddhism has spread to the entire Tianjing Land, with millions of believers and dozens of temples.

It was really amazing that a young monk less than ten years old made such a big situation in these ten years.

In addition, the little monk also set up endless collections. He stored things donated by believers to the temples. If he encountered natural disasters or people's livelihoods, he took them out to help ordinary people.

This move also allowed Buddhism to expand more rapidly.

However, there are also many disadvantages. People's minds are unpredictable. Although young monks are good intentions, some monks are full of personal gains to make a lot of profits.

This is what he knew from the report of Duweifu.

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