"Little monk..."

"..."

"Little Monk——"

"…………"

"Little - and -"

"Female donor..." Wuhua suppressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, put on a smile that was just right and neither rude nor repulsive, put down the small wooden fish hammer in his hand, raised his head and said: "Place incense and pay homage to the Buddha.

Not here, this is an important place for Buddhism and martial arts, you——"

"I'm here to learn Buddhism too, why should I be so unconventional!" Luo Feiyu smiled broadly, almost laughing up to the sky in his heart.

Wind! Water! Wheel! Flow! Turn!

Heaven! Dao! Good! Reincarnation!

The Seven Wonderful Monks who are gentle, polite and elegant?

Very good, very good. In the desert, he suffered a lot under Wu Hua's hands. This time, it seems that he still won't get it all back in one go.

Wuhua grew up in Shaolin. In order to gain the trust of Master Tianfeng and obtain the inheritance rights of Shaolin, his image in front of others was impeccable. This can be seen just by looking at the evaluation of him by the waiter in the small teahouse in Putian.

As long as he still thinks about eating Shaolin and uniting with Nangong Ling to dominate the martial arts world, he will never destroy his image.

Luo Feiyu had calculated this accurately and dared to flirt with him so blatantly.

Wuhua endured it, walked to the window with a good temper, and changed her words: "Laity..."

"Didn't I tell you my name earlier? You didn't call me that before, you-"

"Miss Xiuxiu!" Wuhua interrupted her quickly, his eyes slightly cold: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I'm wrong, I've said it so many times, it's Miss Xiu! Miss Xiu!" Luo Feiyu stood with her index finger in front of him, blocked his mouth, leaned over and said, "The young monk is fengshen, handsome, and has a solitary temperament.

You are so pure that I have won my heart. Eating fast and chanting Buddha's name are so tasteless, why not just follow me and return to secular life!"

"...Chang Sun Hong!" Wuhua took advantage of his approach and warned in a deep voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't forget the purpose of coming to the Central Plains."

"Tsk..." Luo Feiyu's smile didn't change. He just liked to watch Wuhua change his face. When this man changed his face, he felt more comfortable than Lei Dao Tiance.

He also whispered back: "Tomorrow is the January period, and I still have your antidote for next month."

Shi Guanyin asked him to take care of Wuhua's wind and report Wuhua's movements to her at all times. It was called a helping hand to Wuhua, but in fact he just wanted to monitor whether Wuhua had any objection to her. She actually had feelings for Wuhua.

A bit afraid, if the Central Plains really fell into Wuhua's hands, Shi Guanyin might not be happy either.

Therefore, the best ending is that Wuhua and Nangong Ling succeed in seizing the Central Plains, but their ungratefulness is "exposed at the right time" and end up ruined. In this way, they have to seek refuge with Shi Guanyin, and the Central Plains will naturally fall into Shi Guanyin's hands.

pocket.

Luo Feiyu has been far enough away from Shi Guanyin. As long as he doesn't do anything to make Shi Guanyin fall out and send people to the Central Plains to hunt him down - such as disappearing suddenly - Luo Feiyu firmly believes that he can survive in this rich land.

Life on the land is very nourishing.

Besides, if he just threw away his hands and ran away, Wuhua would dig deep into the ground to dig him out without an antidote, which would be self-defeating.

Luo Feiyu is not stupid, he is even very witty, he just needs some time to adapt to the world.

He generously got into the Zen room through the window, found a couch to rest on, and made a "please" gesture to Wuhua.

"..." Wuhua sighed and sat down opposite him.

Wuhua was particularly cautious about being alone in the Central Plains. In order not to reveal any flaws, he played the role of Wuhua, a wonderful monk with great appearance. Even when he was alone, his behavior was completely consistent with his character.

Not to mention that Master Tianfeng is very concerned about Wuhua recently because of the "Show Girl" incident.

So even though he wanted Luo Feiyu to shut up right now, he still pretended to be helpless and a little bit headache-y, in front of the Buddhist disciples who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Nowadays, there is a lot of rumors in the world, saying that there is a strange woman with great power and great martial arts who has fallen in love with the wonderful monk Wu Hua. She sneaks into Shaolin every day to molest the young monk, and is looking forward to Wu Hua returning to secular life day and night. Even the abbot of Shaolin can't do anything to her.

.

Unfortunately, what is that called? Falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless. What kind of person is Wuhua? Even if the beautiful girl is the most beautiful woman in the world, the monk who is devoted to Buddha will not be able to understand.

Although everyone felt sorry for it, they still couldn't help but talk about it. Every time it was brought up after tea and dinner, they would smile knowingly. There was even a gambling house to bet on whether the flowers would win the hearts of ordinary people.

But they also didn't think about it. Without Master Tianfeng's tacit consent, Luo Feiyu would not have been so capable of blatantly climbing over the wall and running to the Shaolin Temple every day.

"I see that your master praises you on the surface, but in his heart he may not really regard you as his top disciple. With me coming to his door like this, he is probably hoping that I will abduct you and return you to secular life, so as to eliminate any suspicion."

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense." Wuhua closed her eyes and called out the Buddha's name, gently rolled up her sleeves and started to cook tea. Her movements were elegant and beautiful, and were very enjoyable to watch.

Luo Feiyu was a little dissatisfied, curling his lips and said: "You Shaolin people are too stingy. Yesterday you had Bodhidharma tofu, but today you only give me tea soup?"

Wuhua paused for a moment and said lightly: "Tea Zen."

Luo Feiyu was choked and said quickly: "...I won't say anything anymore! You cook yours and I'll watch!"

This man's craftsmanship is indeed impeccable. Luo Feiyu only ate one vegetarian meal from him and eliminated Wushan Buyun. One of the main motivations for running to Shaolin every day was the glutton in his stomach.

But if Wuhua gets the chance to talk about Buddhism... Luo Feiyu, who thinks he has little Buddhist training, is really going to run for his life.

He looked dishonestly, resting his chin on the back of his hand and staring at Wuhua without blinking, as if he wanted to see him out of a flower, his eyes were extremely revealing.

"..." Wuhua was silent and said uncomfortably: "...Miss Xiu." You should restrain yourself!

Luo Feiyu showed his white teeth at him and winked.

Wuhua: "..." Is this person here to help him?

"Please." He pushed the tea cup in front of Luo Feiyu and remained silent.

When the moon reaches the middle of the sky, the faint skylight reflects on the moon-white monk's robe, while the other half is illuminated by warm yellow lights, adding a soft color to the young monk who looks like clouds hanging from the sky.

Luo Feiyu looked at his face without touching the tea, but sighed quietly.

The Seven Wonderful Monks are considerate and thoughtful, with just the right amount of puzzling and careful questions, which are not offensive but also endearing to people: "Why did Miss Shi...why did Miss Xiu sigh?"

Luo Feiyu shook his head.

God knows what he was thinking just now was that if Wuhua, this damn bald ass, really looked like what he appeared to be in front of him, he would have gotten over it even if he had lost his face...

This kind of pure, ascetic, spotless, gentle and graceful master... is a perfect match for a voluptuous bitch like him!!

But...

Luo Feiyu sighed again.

He knew that Wuhua was all pretending, and if Wuhua wanted to deceive someone, even a very smart boss like Chu Liuxiang would be deceived by him. But he still couldn't help but doubt in his heart that this dream lover was bald.

Ordinary Wuhua is not real.

Moreover, when I think of Wuhua's true appearance, which is completely opposite to the image in front of me, and is ruthless, Luo Feiyu's trembling soul feels a little...

The blood boils with the excitement of being stabbed a thousand times.

He had to admit that Wuhua, with a matching score of 95%... was indeed to his liking.

But Luo Feiyu still didn't dare.

"In fact, I really admire you." He finally raised the cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. "Although I don't understand Buddhism, I have heard people say before that when making tea, you need to be calm. If you get it from your heart, you should respond accordingly.

In hand; viewing tea also requires a calm mind, no distracting thoughts, and indifferent to ups and downs; tasting tea is a state of mind, reflecting on the time, sitting silently, one day is a life, and a life is a moment..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Wu Hua, and said with certainty: "Yesterday you made me Dharma tofu. It seemed that you were trying to persuade me that 'tofu is tasteless, you can get the salty and sweet by yourself.

Yes, you asked me to give up on you. But actually I did it to show your old monk master, so that he would think you are indifferent to fame and wealth."

"You made tea for me today. Although I disturbed you and prevented you from teaching about Buddhism, the mere act of making tea was enough to make your master think that your mind is like a clear mirror, that your Buddha mind is stable and that you will not be moved by women, otherwise you will be upset.

You can’t make good tea either.”

Wuhua was exposed to him in person, and she didn't show any emotion at all. She just laughed and replied: "It turns out that in Miss Xiu's heart, this poor monk is actually such a person."

Pretend! Keep pretending!

"He asked you to teach me about Buddhism. He may not have wanted you to truly enter the world, but you took this as a test for you," Luo Feiyu said regretfully and complicatedly: "You, a little monk, have too many thoughts.

"

His face showed no sullen expression, and he said politely: "Buddha is speechless."

Luo Feiyu rolled his eyes even more when he heard this. The Buddha was speechless, but the tea has entered his heart. Is this a way of praising him for his Zen and fearlessness?

"There are such shameless people in the world..." He complained in a low voice, and lost interest in drinking tea. He was about to jump out of the window, but hesitated again, turned back and raised his chin and said: "...I will do it tomorrow.

Again!"

Wuhua: "..." No, don't come!

The moon's shadow moved westward, and the warm-scented nephrite was no longer in the Zen room, but the air was still mixed with the faint fragrance of mortals and Buddha. Wuhua sat quietly for a while, and his brows were actually tinged with the anguish of incomprehensible love.

"The female donor is gone?" Master Tianfeng saw it and came out to ask.

"gone."

Tianfeng nodded, turned around and left the meditation room without saying anything.

This outstanding apprentice who had always made him uneasy finally became infected with the smoke like an ordinary boy and was no longer unpredictable.

It's a good thing.

It seems that it is correct to allow Luo Feiyu to contact Wuhua.

Let's see if he can pass the test of this beauty.
Chapter completed!