Suddenly, Leng Yumo's movements stopped.

Turning his eyes, he saw the young monk hurried back.

"Jingyuan, why are you back?"

The young monk's chest rose and fell slightly, and the eagerness on his face had not faded.

But when he saw the man and woman hugging each other intimately, they all turned into alienation and coldness.

The hand holding the rosary tightened unconsciously, almost crushing the beads.

There is something dark and ugly deep in my heart that is bubbling and trying to get out.

Jingyuan suddenly came back to his senses, realized what he was thinking, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this young monk will definitely repay the kindness given to me by Yu Mo."

After saying that, he turned around and left directly. This time, he really never looked back.

Leng Yumo let go of Luo Yu and subconsciously wanted to call out.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them down.

So what if she calls the little monk to stop?

Can she still let the little monk stay with her?

Is it really possible to snatch the young monk back to be the husband of the village?

A wry smile appeared on Leng Yumo's lips, and then he let out a long breath.

The little monk just turned around, and her heart, which had just calmed down, became confused again.

Luo Yu looked at Leng Yumo's expression, suddenly approached her and said, "Huh? Fourth senior sister, are you feeling passionate?"

"Get out of here!" Leng Yumo slapped the man away angrily, "So what if I'm attracted to you? Can you still make a monk return to secular life?"

Luoyu touched his nose, not daring to offend the lovelorn and irritable fourth senior sister again.

Leng Yumo asked, "Where are junior sister and the others? Have you seen them?"

Only then did Luo Yu remember something: "Fourth senior sister, second senior brother is in trouble, and we urgently need the water from the soul nourishing pond to save our lives."

Leng Yumo was startled and quickly asked what happened.

At this moment, all the little monks, all the strange love, all the sorrows and sorrows were left behind.

Luo Yu briefly explained what happened recently, "Sixth Senior Sister said that if there was no soul-nurturing pond water to repair the soul, Second Senior Brother might be completely useless in this life."

"Isn't it just the water of the soul nourishing pond?"

Leng Yumo gave a disdainful smile, "This is what I want most now. Do you want the diluted inferior product or the purest core soul liquid? I can give you as much as your junior sister wants!"

"Once we've cured Second Senior Brother, let's go skin and cramp everyone in that bullshit Lingbo Palace!"

"It just so happens that my aunt is in a bad mood and I need to vent my anger!"

…

At the other end of the jungle, Jingyuan, who had walked far away, slowly stopped at the top of a mountain.

He stood on the cliff, looking at the mountains, rivers, houses and fields below, his expression empty and dazed.

After a long time, the red rosary on his chest lit up slightly.

Jingyuan looked calm, clasped his hands together, and regained his appearance as an eminent monk who has never left the mortal world.

His consciousness flickered, and a Buddhist temple with solemn treasures appeared in front of his eyes, as well as a vague figure hidden in the darkness.

Seeing this person, Jingyuan quickly clasped his hands together and said, "I've met senior brother."

"Junior brother, are you upset?" A low voice came slowly and floated into Jingyuan's ears.

His back suddenly stiffened, his fingers tightened on the beads, but he did not speak.

A gentle sigh sounded, "Did you get the water from the soul-nurturing pond?"

“Live up to expectations.”
Chapter completed!