"Miss Ashan, what should we do next?"

Seeing that Zhen Shan looked a little serious, Da Ya's heart sank. She twirled the corner of her clothes and asked nervously.

Zhen Shan made the decision simply and directly, "Enter the Buddha Mother Hall!"

"Ah?" Da Ya asked tangledly: "We don't need to check other things first, for example, test the townspeople first to look for clues?"

"No need," Zhen Shan glanced at the townspeople who had been observing them secretly, her red lips slightly raised, "Unless you think we can help them now, serve them with torture, and torture them to extract confessions, then that's another matter

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Daya: "..."

Thinking of the scary monster last night, she trembled and said hesitantly: "No?"

Zhen Shan spread his hands, "Then don't do useless work, just go directly to the Buddha Mother Hall."

Da Ya had no objection, but she looked at Wu Chen cautiously and asked, "Master, do you want to go in with us too?"

Wuchen did not answer her, but said to Zhenshan: "A poor monk will not hinder the donor."

Zhen Shan waved his hand, "Ah, it's okay, it's just troublesome for Master to run around with me."

Wuchen showed a shallow smile, his eyes as cold as snow were gentle and gentle, "It should be."

Daya: "..."

What's the right thing for you, a monk, to follow Miss Ashan? Don't think that you can flirt with girls without wearing a monk's robe!

Master, please understand the rules and regulations!

Zhen Shan has become accustomed to Wuchen's natural words. It's like him protecting her is his practice, and her safety is his pious heart.

Stop! If you think about it again, she will attack the young monk in a sinister way!

Follow the plot! Follow the plot!

Zhen Shan suppressed all the sinful feelings in his heart and walked to the Buddha Mother Hall with a very serious expression.

The heroic background, like rushing to the battlefield, made Da Ya stunned for a moment, and made her even more worried.

Yesterday, when monsters surrounded her, Miss Ashan was able to remain calm and composed. But now she is so nervous. She doesn’t know how dangerous the Buddha Mother Temple is?

Da Ya bit her lip, no matter what, she would protect Miss Ashan, even if she died.

Wuchen was also distressed by Zhen Shan's nervous look. He strode forward to catch up with her and spoke in a very soft and gentle voice, "Donor, there is a poor monk here, so there is no need to worry. The poor monk will protect you."

Yours will never let you get hurt at all, don’t be afraid!”

Zhen Shan: "..."

Little monk, I tell you, if you continue to seduce me like this, I really won’t care about your sins!

Moreover, it’s still the kind of person who just eats without caring about responsibility!

Wuchen saw her pursed lips and misty eyes, like a little girl who was scared and stubborn. She was pitiful and pitiful, and he felt sorry for her in his heart. He wished he could hold everything in his hands so that she wouldn't lose her gold.

He felt very distressed, and was even more afraid of her crying, so he didn't care much. He hugged her gently and stroked her back. The extremely gentle comfort seemed to fall lightly on the clouds, making her want to squint her eyes.

He rubbed her shoulders and hugged the little monk in front of him to sleep.

"Wu Xin, don't be afraid, I will protect you, I swear."

This was the first time Wuchen called her "Wu Xin" after they reunited, and it was also the first time he didn't use the title of monk and whispered to her like the most gentle lover.

Gentle ripples appeared in Zhen Shan's eyes, little monk, silly monk!

Just when she was about to raise her hand to hug him back, the little monk was struck by lightning. After his body stiffened to the extreme, he suddenly let go of her, as if he couldn't believe that he would be bold enough to do such a thing, and took a few steps back.

, dare not even look at her.

"Almsgiver, I, the poor monk, am... no, no, the poor monk does not mean to be scornful of you, the poor monk, the poor monk..."

Wuchen was at a loss, his ears were red, but his handsome face was pale. He wanted to explain uneasily, but the more he explained, the more confused he became, and his face became paler. Finally, he lowered his head in self-disgust, talking to the child who had made a big mistake and felt extremely wronged.

generally.

He felt that he was so rude and hugged her without knowing what was wrong. She should be disgusted with him, right?

Just because she was gentle with him and was willing to let him carry her, he was so greedy and frivolous about her... What qualifications did he have to touch this soft and warm moonlight again?

Feeling the aura of inferiority and despair in his body, Zhen Shan's heart suddenly tightened as if being pricked by a needle, and she felt so suffocated that she opened her lips and almost blurted out the word "Wu Chen".

But, in the end, she swallowed it back.

Zhen Shan took a step forward and said, "Master."

Wu Chen's lowered eyelashes trembled, Zhen Shan moved closer to him, not giving him a chance to retreat, and twisted his sleeves with her slender and delicate fingers.

Wuchen's body was as tense as a string in an instant. He wanted to raise his head to look at her, but he was afraid of meeting her disgusted eyes, so he could only stand there silently.

"Master," Zhen Shan called him again. Wuchen couldn't help himself from responding to her. He mustered up the courage to look at her. His delicate, dark phoenix eyes were not disgusted. Instead, they shed gentle starlight all over the sky. They were so soft.

He was stunned. He was willing to abandon the Buddha in his heart. He no longer cared about the four elements being empty or the rules and regulations. He just wanted to indulge in it, even if he fell into purgatory, he was willing to do so.

The Buddha said: Color is empty, human desires are delusions, and inner demons are not known to the Buddha. How charming and warm the beauty is, and the perfect merits will not be as warm as the human world.

He no longer wants to become a Buddha, he just wants to be a Shura who can protect her.

"Master, can you tell me your dharma name?"

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, his voice trembling, "The name of the poor monk...Wuchen."

"No dust," Zhen Shan murmured these two words softly, arched his eyebrows, and smiled brilliantly: "There is nothing in the first place, so where can there be dust? The master's name is so good."

Wuchen was all distracted by her smile again, and he stuttered out his extravagant hope, "Donation, can the donor call me the poor monk's dharma name?"

He wanted to hear her softly call him "Wuchen" instead of an alienated "Master".

Although it is a delusion, in that way, he can pretend that she still remembers him, and they are still together as they were at Xiangguo Temple.
Chapter completed!