Chapter 12

"Master, I'm back." Idly pushed open the gate of Xishan temple and shouted inside.

"Well, it's surprising that you are perfect!" Zhitong looked at the waste all over, and his face was full of surprise.

Wasted originally had a straight chest and his face was filled with the glory of winning and returning. But as soon as he heard what master said, he was stunned, returned to his mind and glared at each other: "master, you really didn't have any kindness. How can I say that once I went, people saw me like an enemy."

"Hey, hey..." Zhitong's face showed a smile, but his expression changed very quickly. He immediately changed into a compassionate look: "good apprentice, you really blame being a teacher. Being a teacher is also for your own good. Jade is not cut into stone. Therefore, being a teacher let you practice."

Seeing that Shifu was here, he replied hard and wasted his time. With a sneer, he finally couldn't help offering his killer mace: "Shifu, I've seen martial uncle Zhixian this time..."

"Oh..." Zhitong's eyes twinkled and turned quickly: "well, I suddenly remembered that there are still scriptures to recite today."

However, he was fooled when he wasted his time. He grabbed Zhitong directly and smiled very obscene: "master, you don't have to think about jingdun, but I know it all."

"What do you know?" Zhitongzhang's face flushed, like a child who did something wrong, stood there at a loss, looking pitifully at the waste.

"Master, did you have a relationship with martial uncle Zhixian... Then what?" Idleness said slowly, looking carefully at Zhitong's expression.

Zhitong jumped up like a mouse with its tail stepped on. "No, absolutely nothing."

"Really not?" Idleness was not afraid of Zhitong's fierce face, smiling and staring at the past.

Zhitong was stunned, but he slowly eased down under the gaze of idleness. A touch of reflection also appeared on his originally obscene face, and there was a faint tenderness in his eyes.

After a long time, I finally sighed: "well, I should tell you that I am your apprentice."

Before idling away, it was all speculation. Now when I heard that master wanted to talk about what happened in those years, I suddenly felt refreshed. I quickly moved two small board oranges and handed one to master: "master, please sit down and say."

Then he also sat next to the master, looking forward to it.

In the last life, he only knew cultivation and did not understand the vanity of the world. In this life, he did not know whether it was this body or whether he had a good gossip gene. He was full of curiosity about master's super gossip.

"More than 20 years ago, Shifu was as big as you are now. People were awesome. They were Yushulinfeng and handsome. In the whole Buddhist circle, they were famous handsome monks." Zhitong fell into the memories of the past. There was a faint fluorescence on his face, that is, wrinkles, which seemed to fade.

Idly looking at the master's face, which could not be connected with handsome and natural, I felt a burst of cold.

"In fact, although I was young at that time, I was outstanding in Buddhist cultivation. I remember that at the Buddhist exchange meeting, I tried my best to suppress the monks and take the lead." When I recall that year, the layer of fluorescence on Zhitong's body has also become brilliant.

Zhitonglue paused slightly, and the smile gently squeezed the wrinkles on her face together: "then, Zhixian, she..."

When witnessing the critical moment in vain, Zhitong used an ellipsis. He was in a hurry and couldn't help reminding: "master, what happened then?"

"Then she had to compete with me, so I kept avoiding her." Zhitong said this with an intriguing smile on his face.

"And then?" When I saw master stop at the critical moment, I suddenly remembered some unscrupulous hosts.

"Then it's what it is now." Zhitong is still immersed in memories, with infinite spring on his face.

"No more?" What's this? Praise yourself like a flower, and then, and then it's gone.

"Hmm..." Zhitong gently promised, and walked slowly to the temple. In the sun, he pulled out a long shadow, which was the lonely feeling of some Taoist experts.

"Dang Dang..."

The gentle knock on the door interrupted the wasted depression, and he gently shook his head.

Because I was still immersed in the gossip of master, I was a little more powerful to open the door.

"Zhi..."

The beautiful woman outside the door obviously didn't expect the door to open so suddenly. She suddenly lost her center of gravity. She tripped over the door sill and fell towards the waste.

People haven't arrived yet, but the fragrance is already smelling. It's tempting!

Idleness almost didn't think much, so he directly explored his arm and half took the beautiful woman into his arms.

Heroes save the United States, have wood?

However, when he saw the unique woman's face clearly, he suddenly clicked in his heart, and then his face sank immediately.

Wipe, this time there's really going to be an accident, something big! They found the door.

The brain suddenly turned, and the compassionate face instantly recovered on his face.

He recited the Buddha's name and took the opportunity to cover up his uneasiness: "there is no amitabha in the South..."

Then he quietly looked at Zeng Rou in his arms with a beautiful and sad face, but she obviously recognized herself and cried directly.

"Ah..." wasted stunned, his hands held high in the air, afraid to fall, but his heart was suspicious: what rhythm is this mud horse?

The choking voice in my arms was so clear and weak that my shoulders were twitching because of crying. Tears were like lines, which had wet the monk's clothes.

"I, I have been here twice, but you have not been here. I thought you lied to me..." soft whispers, like Acacia after the rain, came out slowly with endless grievances and helplessness.

The wasted heart is not only not an iron stone, but also soft, so his hand held in the air finally fell down and hugged the weak girl in his arms.

He knew that the girl must have misunderstood what happened last time, but there was no need to explain again. Explaining again would only cause harm. His wasted heart was very soft, so he wanted to protect the girl who needed his protection.

Moreover, in the face of such a girl, how to let go, cough... Is to miss, that's really a sin.

"It's all right. I'm back." Soft comfort has become a tool to encourage tears. Girls' tears fall faster and more.

After a long time, Zeng Rou finally stopped crying. Her red and swollen eyes looked at the waste shyly. In her apology, she also smiled happily: "I'm really afraid you don't want me."

Will it? Looking at Zeng Rou's beautiful face and deep tenderness in her bones, she couldn't help holding her hand tightly and felt distressed for a while: "how can I not want you."

Although he didn't understand why Zeng Rou identified himself, he knew what his heart was thinking at this moment. It was hard to stop. He was moved and couldn't stop. It was all up to her.

Even wasted some regret, at that time in the hotel, why didn't something happen.

Of course, the idea just flashed away, because although his happy heart demon Zen sutra was powerful, it also had an incomparable place to pit his father.

That is, before the foundation is built successfully, you must not break your body. Otherwise, the light ones will lose all their previous achievements, the heavy ones will go crazy, and the fine pass will be like a column. In the end, the fine people will die.

Alas, speaking of these, wasted time is really, eyes are full of tears!

"I'm sorry to wet your clothes." Zeng Rou's voice is always so gentle, even after crying.

She only knows that vanity is her first man and will be her only one. Although many people laugh that she is too stupid and that she is too stupid, she knows what she wants and what she should do. At least on this point, she knows better than many people.

When she was in love for the first time, she came to waste, but she didn't find it twice. She was worried and helpless in her heart. Now she saw it, and she completely released the panic in her heart.

After tears, such as the rain of Hibiscus, showing attractive beauty.

Waste in her smooth forehead gently kissed, kissed her shyness: "fool, how can I be willing to don't want you."

In the ancient temple, a monk and a vulgarity, a man and a woman, hugged in this way, showing a strange ambiguity. The sun also seemed to become a little shy. He hid behind a thick leaf and didn't dare to come out. He left this tranquility to the two.