Dressed in a gorgeous robe of blood and gold, and holding a demon-slaying pestle in his hand, the treasure solemnly stood in front of the mountain gate of the Kuju Temple.

I saw a carriage coming down the mountain.

"Amitabha! The poor monk is pure, and he has seen the benefactor!"

When Zhou Yanqing got off the carriage, he was stunned?

Are even monks so beautiful these days?

Another big man as tall as Liang Guijun and the regent!

She looked at the gentle monk fixedly, which was really a little amazing.

The monk's skin is too white, and it can catch up with Zhou Yanqing's whiteness, but it is clearly from the pure land, but the look is too flexible and eccentric.

Is this really a monk?

Row horn, bald head......

Looking at the monk's smooth and hairless bald head melon, she was amazed.

I regret that the beauty is a monk and cultivates Buddhism, otherwise just looking at this appearance, it can be compared to Ji Feixiu's foolish demon.

If you grow long hair and walk into the red dust, you must be a beautiful horn who will bring disaster to the country and the people, and you may not be able to harm many girls' families!

Jingci took a step gently, and a gust of wind blew from behind Zhou Yanqing, and he sniffed the tip of his nose, and his eyes lit up faintly.

This taste...... This is a beef with spirits, stir-fried with green onions, a touch of ginger and a few diced chili peppers!

Jingci swallowed his throat slowly, looking like a monk who had attained the Tao.

"The benefactor has come to know, and the poor monk already knows. My Buddha is merciful, and the poor monk is willing to eliminate disasters and misfortunes for the benefactor!"

Then an arrow strolled through Zhou Yanqing's carriage.

Zhou Yanqing: "???"

When Master Huishan, the current host of the Nine Folds Temple, hurriedly walked to the mountain gate, how could there be the shadow of a distinguished guest, who had already been cut off by the monk who had drunk the wine and meat.

Master Huishan only felt that the breeze on his sleeves was desolate and desolate.

"The price hasn't been negotiated yet! Jingci that little rabbit cub, when he comes back, the old man will have to smoke him to death!"

I also know that Jingci is either interested in the beauty of the pilgrims, or in the ...... Pilgrims' wine and meat!

......

On the way down the mountain, the Pure Compassion Treasure sat solemnly in the carriage.

Zhou Yanqing glanced at Jingci again and again, and felt that this monk was strange, he looked really handsome and elegant, and his beauty was one of them, and the other was ...... Why is this person crazy when he looks at her?

Jingci looked warm, as if her heart was not tied to mortal dust, but she knocked on the side of the words.

"Can the donor have breakfast today?"

Naturally, she personally took charge of a delicious meal, eating spicy beef tenderloin with green onions!

After that, Jingci's eyes were half-closed, as if everything was not in his heart.

"Donor, ......"

At first glance, this tone is still serious.

"Drinking and meating too much is not good for others, and it is better for the donor to eat less. ”

Zhou Yanqing: "???"

"The poor monk is pure and compassionate, and he was born to save all sentient beings and save the people of Li from fire and water. Thanks to the donor's dislike, the poor monk is willing to stand up and relieve the donor's worries!"

Zhou Yanqing didn't understand at first, but it took half a beat to react, and his face twitched.

Don't dislike her? Don't let her eat meat, he wants to eat it for her?

This is really a monk?

She looked at Jingci with questioning eyes, and Jingci was open.

"My Buddha is merciful!

"In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, and today the pure mercy wishes to follow the ancestors, for the sake of the donor's longevity and health, the original donor entered the Shura underworld to solve the meat and greasy!"

It's still upright.