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As time passed, Lady Cha Qian teased the little monk without restraint. Of course, this teasing was a sincere expression of love from the bottom of her heart, whether intentionally or unintentionally. It was just that the little monk would willingly accept her teasing as if she had completed an order.

Sometimes, when Cha Qian saw the young monk fighting firewood with his fellow monks, she would stick to him like paste. However, the young monk would dive into the Dharma and remain unmoved. The other young monks beside him whispered amongst themselves.

Once, the little monk went down the mountain with his master, Hui Mo, to buy some things to use, and this master was also his own uncle, but in the Zen temple he still called his uncle. Although Xiao Yan came to the temple before his master, he rarely went down the mountain because of his demon heart, because in the temple, he often teased the woman who burned incense and worshipped the Buddha, or beat a wild chicken, or caught a wild rabbit, or something like that, and secretly ate meat in the temple to break the temple rules.

At first, he could still go down the mountain, but after he went down the mountain, he would drink and eat, and do whatever he wanted. At first, he could still go down the mountain, but after he went down the mountain, he could eat and drink and do whatever he wanted.

Even so, he often caused the temple to be filled with smoke. This time, the little monk had no choice but to travel together with him, even though he was in seclusion of the master to relieve himself. The little monk had no choice but to speak out his instructions.

Eroding the Devil at noon, seeing the meat and wine, how could he be willing to come back early? The young monk could only carry it after the Eroding Devil was drunk. Passing by Zha Qian's residence, the young monk did as he was told and left the useful items for the girl. At this time, Exorcist had already awoken. Seeing that the young monk had come, the girl was very happy. She poured water for him and gave him a seat to sit on, but the young monk's thoughts were not here.

Although she was treated coldly by the young monk, Lady Zha Qian was still sad and unwilling to accept the fact that the alcohol had yet to be drunk, but the monk refused to leave and said, "This humble monk is your Martial Uncle. You can rest here for a while, but you must rest here for a while."

As long as the evil monk didn't leave, the little monk would not be able to leave. As she poured water into the cup, she thought to herself: Right, I will try to keep the evil monk alive so that he can seduce him in front of you. Let's see how you feel then. Let you have a taste of the cold treatment?

As she thought of this, Zha Qian turned her attention to Exorcist Great Magic. Her moving little butt exuded a myriad of amorous feelings, causing the devilish monk to look as if he was in the clouds, while the young monk sat to the side, meditating, closing his eyes and reciting scriptures.

Seeing this, the girl became even more angry. She didn't even avoid the monk's touch when he said, "Master, you've ruined my face. You'd better let me touch it." Then she laughed.

Although she said this, when the monk reached out his hand again, the girl was like a whirlwind as she circled around the young monk, her smooth underskirt brushing against his face.

Drunk and hazy, the monk said, stumbling as he chased after Cha Qian. The monk who was sitting cross-legged kept chanting, "Amitabha, good! Excellent! "As I've heard, in the world of magic, four lives and three lives are prepared, six souls are connected, five elements are combined into three paths, and an Asura god is born …"

Seeing that the monk was about to grab her and the monk was chanting a magic scripture, her right hand slightly moved. She pointed at the "Liang Men Acupoint" of the monk and the monk immediately fell to the ground. The monk used the finger technique that was passed down by the ancestor of the monk, the quiet finger technique that was passed down by the monk.

Just as Lady Zha Qian was lost, the young monk quickly carried the devil to his back and left the cottage. When the young monk finally understood, the young monk had already left and shouted in anger, "Wood, dead wood, rotten wood, I …"

Before she could finish swearing, Cha Qian looked at the thing on the ground and thought to herself, "Sigh …" You haven't taken your things away yet, let's see if you can still come back? " Suddenly, Lady Zha Qian frowned. She seemed to see hope for victory as she quickly dragged the items into the cottage.

When he saw that his own uncle had violated the buddhist rule, how could he be willing to sit still and do nothing? Furthermore, according to the buddhist faith, a pervert was going to be sentenced to the 18th level of hell, so in a moment of haste, how could he afford to wait for the young monk to send the devil into the temple and not open his acupoints? The other monks in the temple also knew that the devil had broken the law outside, so they placed him on the kang and didn't pay attention to anyone else.

After settling down his martial uncle, the little monk went back down the mountain. This time, he came to retrieve an item that could be used as an application. After being struck by the devil, it was already late at night, and by the time he arrived at the girl's hut, there was nothing outside, and the hut's door was already closed. He had no choice but to recite the magic name, "Amitabha!" Excellent! Excellent! Benefactor, this little monk has come to retrieve an item that can be used.

Zha Qian's voice sounded, "Who are you? "Knocking on a girl's door in the middle of the night, what is your intention?" Amitabha! This little monk did not knock on the door, and asked the female benefactor to return the things outside the door. This little monk will leave now. " The little monk begged.

"No!" I have already fallen asleep. It would be inconvenient to open the door, so I should come back tomorrow to retrieve it! " Zha Qian said.

The young monk could tell from the voice of the girl that she was right behind the door, but she refused to open the door. He could do nothing about it but say, "Almsgiver, these are all things that must be used in the temple. The little monk pleaded.

"I don't care if you're in a hurry or not. I've already undressed, so I can't care less." Cha Qian made things difficult for him again. The young monk knew that Zha Qian was making things difficult for him, and he knew the reason why she was making things difficult for him, but he was too focused on Buddha and didn't dare to have any improper thoughts.

However, due to the urgent matter, he changed the channel. "Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! "What does Miss think?"

When the young monk heard Zha Qian's words, he seemed to be enlightened. After a moment of silence, he said, "This lady is very sleepy right now. Wait until this lady wakes up!" Then, she heard the little monk chanting a Buddhist prayer outside the door.

After an hour or so, the door was still not opened. The young monk sat cross-legged on the stone bench by the door. Other than mumbling softly, he looked like an arhat.

At this moment, behind the door, Lady Zha Qian saw everything. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. After she rubbed her hands and stomped her feet, a mischievous thought flashed through her mind.

She suddenly opened the door with a basin of water in her hand. She threw it straight at the young monk and said, "Ouch!" I am truly sorry, but this is my foot wash. I was afraid that it would leave a lingering smell of time in the room. I casually poured it out of the door, but I forgot that my senior brother was still outside. How about you take off your clothes and let me help you clean up? " With that, a bell-like laughter came from far away in the mountain valley.

The young monk stood up, shook off the water droplets on his body, put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, as long as you return the items and treat it as a female Bodhisattva pouring a pot of nectar, there's no harm." After saying that, he signaled Zha Qian to return the goods.

However, Cha Qian turned a blind eye and said, "If you want something, take it yourself. I don't have the strength." The young monk felt helpless and could only walk into the hut himself.

Just as he bent down to retrieve his item, Lady Zha Qian grabbed him from behind and said, "Senior brother, I'm so scared. Can you sit with me?"

The little monk was trembling as he composed himself and said, "Amitabha, please let go of me. This little monk is extremely stinky and is afraid of dirtying this female benefactor's jade hands. I'd better leave as soon as possible."

"I won't, I won't! I want you to look at me. Am I a tigress? "Can I still eat people?" Cha Qian said coquettishly.

The young monk chanted the number, "Amitabha, Buddhist language has clouds: color is empty, empty is color. His heart was empty, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. "Awesome!" With that, he moved his body slightly, and a "golden cicada shed its shell", leaving behind his monastic robe. He had already left the cottage.

After the little monk left, Zha Qian burst into tears and became much more haggard. For the next few days, not only did she not receive any consolation from the little monk, she did not even see the little monk.

Since then, he continued his closed door training. The drunken monk who had been trying to dispel the devil was still unable to forget the graceful figure of Lady Zha Qian. Taking advantage of the fact that the monks in the temple were not paying attention, he sneaked down the mountain to search for Qian.

When he arrived at Cha Qian's hut, he saw that it was empty, but he didn't see her. He looked around and guessed that Cha Qian had gone to the lake to carry water, so he followed the valley toward Wuzhi Cave.

Just as he entered the entrance to the lake, he saw Zha Qian swimming in the lake. He approached her quietly and took a quick look at her beauty.

Seeing this, the monk could no longer hold himself back and jumped into the lake. The frightened Lady Zha Qian shouted loudly, shouting as he said sternly, "Leave quickly! Otherwise, I will die in front of you! "

Even though the Exorcist Monk was unable to contain his excitement, and the lake water was agitated, he still obediently left the lake after hearing Zha Qian's death threat.

Cha Qian crouched in the water and shouted, "You're not allowed here! Otherwise, with the blade on my body, I will still die for you to see. "

The monk said, "Miss Xiao Qian, I will leave now. You must not do anything foolish. You are my favorite girl. If anything happens to you, I will never forgive myself in this life." After he had finished speaking, he ran out of the valley like a mad dog that had been struck by a stick.

Upon hearing the monk's words, Zha Qian burst into tears. These words came from the monk's mouth. It would be great if the monk could say them. She slapped the surface of the water with her hands and splashed water on her face.

After venting her anger, Lady Cha Qian rushed back to the shore, hurriedly put on her clothes and returned. When she returned to the hut, the monk was already sitting in her room. She was shocked at first before shouting, "I don't want to live anymore, this little girl was struck by a master, I don't have the face to live in this world anymore. I'd better die." After he finished speaking, he was about to smash his head against the door pillar.

When he faced Miss Zha Qian's threat with his death, he acted like a cowardly donkey, submissive and submissive, using his body to block the doorjamb as he said, "Lady Zha Qian, this is all the old monk's fault. The old monk came to look for you, but when he saw that the house was empty, he thought you were going to the lake to carry water, so he wanted to help the girl take a bath.

Seeing the Devil Slayer Monk admitting his defeat and saying words that he liked her, the blood in Zha Qian's heart, which had always been bleeding, was immediately licked clean by Devil Slayer.

Thinking of the little monk's cold treatment, Lady Cha Qian secretly fought with herself, hmph! You don't like me, the monk likes me; you ignore my existence, you ignore my feelings, you pretend to be Buddha; but I want to be good to the monk, so that your temple will not be at peace, what can you do to me? Thinking of this, she said, half angry and half angry, "Old monk, who wants you to like me? Have you ever asked if I like you?"

Enchantment was stunned and he muttered, "Lady Zha Qian, I …" Pauper... You... Do you like the old monk? " He lowered his head as he muttered, like a child who had done something wrong.

Zha Qian felt it was funny. She thought, how can I make this old monk always be subservient and obedient to me? Sigh! Yes, I can use him to obtain my extravagant hopes and force him to swear an oath. Only in this way will I not be harmed by him.

Thinking of this, she pretended to cry: "I don't have the face to see anyone anymore. I will follow you for the rest of my life. If you don't swear, how can I believe you?" When the Devil Slayer Monk heard that, he immediately replied: "Alright! Good! Good! I swear to you, I swear to you, Miss Cha Qian, what oath are you going to make? "

"Just say this: you will never bully Miss Cha Qian in this life, never force Miss Cha Qian to make things difficult, never break the oath. Otherwise, even if I die, I won't like you. " Zha Qian instigated.

When Monk Jianmo heard this, he was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand and swore, "For heaven's sake, I, the old monk, swear that I will never bully Miss Zha Qian, that I will never force her to do anything bad, that I will never break my oath. If I break my oath, hmm …" "Hmm …" "Against my oath, it's like Buddha pulling my ear, Lord Yama scratching my foot, White Impermanence scratching my navel, Black Impermanence scratching my armpits, and …"

When Lady Zha Qian heard this, how could this be considered a vow. It was simply giggling as she cried and scolded, "No! No! "You are trying to trick me, I'll just die." After saying that, Lady Zha Qian repeated the same trick and bumped her head against him.

This is really: the temple outside Hong Xing temple inside open, the spring wind dark two lingered; the water did not know the meaning of falling flowers, turned into a fragrant soul in the pool. Nearby Buddhist temple search has no results, five body cave encounter high monks.