He lost a memory, but he was always panicked in the bottom of his heart, shaved off the three thousand troubles, walked into the pure place of Buddhism, and listened to the monks chanting the Buddha every day, those Zen-like rhythms seemed to wash away the irritability and panic in his heart for no reason.

It calms him down and calms him down.

At dawn today, there was a moment of 'exchange', and his body seemed to be suddenly emptied and turned into nothingness that did not exist.

But when that moment was over, he was dizzy, staggered and fell to the ground, and knocked himself unconscious because of a stone.

Jingci was vague, and when he noticed as if someone was touching him, he felt very uncomfortable, and almost subconsciously got goosebumps.

Before becoming a monk, he was a prodigal person, and he was also a well-known top gentleman in this Bianjing City.

When he was young, he seemed to have taken a child to visit the Qinglou, which he heard about when he later wandered around the flower street and willow lane.

He has done a lot of unreliable things. But the world knows that he is strangely ill.

Outsiders are not allowed to come near him, but if it is a man, it is fine, but if it is a woman, he must vomit for three days and three nights, as if those women were some filthy thing.

He himself tried to hold his mother's arm unfaithfully, but he couldn't even do it. Helping his mother to walk two steps, he looked back like he was seriously ill and vomited, and he didn't dare to try it without permission since then.

It's a pity that his six roots are impure and his six desires are vigorous, but those things between the women have never been done, and they are also restricted from doing them.

There seems to be a sweet fragrance between the wings of his nose, like the fruit honey in spring, Jingci noticed that someone got him into the carriage, and the hand holding his upper body was very soft, it seemed to be a girl's family?

Girl!???

The carriage continued on the road, Jingci opened her eyes suddenly, subconsciously turned over, covered her chest and was about to vomit.

But I waited for a long time.

Jingci: "?"

He slowly typed a question mark.

He's okay? Not disgusting?

"Master Pure Mercy?"

How can this monk be so strange?

Zhou Yanqing sat next to him calmly, only there seemed to be a trace of confusion hidden in his eyes.

Jingci glanced at the female benefactor in a trance, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

suddenly remembered that time Yan Qing asked him to help catch ghosts, and the two had also sat in the same carriage.

Then...... It seems like there was physical contact at the time?

But he didn't think much about it at the time, blindly thinking about the strange appearance of this female benefactor.

Jingci: "...... Little donor Yanqing, what you eat today is boiled beef?"

He sniffed it, and his smile was like a flower, and it was difficult to see his inner fluctuations from the surface.

Zhou Yanqing: "......"

This man may have been a dog in his previous life, which is why he has such a good nose.

She remembered that the good cooking skills of the facial paralyzed guard Su Qing could be compared to herself. It is...... Su Qing is weird today.

Jingci sat next to Zhou Yanqing, and her fingertips touched Zhou Yanqing's legs.

It's really not disgusting at all??

Shocked in his heart, he said on the surface: "The poor monk knows a person, and this boiled beef is his specialty." ”

Syllable!

Zhou Yanqing knocked off Jingci's hand: "Please also ask the master to be more disciplined, after all, there is a difference between men and women." ”

Jingci was clawed, and she was not annoyed, but her eyes were bright and bright.

It's like a traveler in the desert seeing an oasis, and that kind of ecstasy makes Zhou Yanqing particularly incomprehensible.

"Ahem!"

Jingci cleared his throat, and the handsome monk was wearing a robe, but he was full of demonic energy.

"Why did the little donor come to Rosewood Mountain today?"