Lingshan Holy Land, an elegant and quiet Zen temple.

In the slightly rustic meditation room, there is sandalwood burning, curling green smoke rises, and a faint fragrance fills the meditation room.

This is a very special kind of sandalwood, which can make people's minds calm, so that they can better participate in the Buddha's path.

"Childe, please come in. ”

Ling Miaoyi's posture can be described as quite humble, welcoming Jun Mochen into the meditation room.

The reason why she faced Jun Mochen so solemnly was mainly because the other party's previous actions really touched her.

Although the other party looks similar to her age, a casual sentence makes her have a new understanding of her own Buddhist understanding, and even in the face of the coercion of the ancestor, she has not changed color at all!

These two points, no matter which point they are, are enough for her to face Jun Mochen squarely.

"The Holy Maiden is gracious. ”

Jun Mochen sat generously in front of this Lingmiaoyi, and his eyes fell on the other party's snow-white face, looking at the other party.

At this time, Ling Miaoyi was still wearing a thin veil, making it impossible to see her face clearly, but compared to the previous sermon, Jun Mochen was undoubtedly able to see it more clearly.

I have to say that this Lingmiaoyi is really a peerless beauty. Every inch of his skin is as if it were a masterpiece of heaven, flawless. The milky white skin has a faint streamer, and it is even softer than that of a newborn baby.

Coupled with the kind of holy temperament that the other party has been immersed in Buddhism for many years and unconsciously carries it, it makes people feel as noble as a saint, giving people an attraction that is difficult to describe in words.

Of course, even if it was so moving, Jun Mochen only looked at it with appreciation.

The kind of temperament on the other party really attracted him, and this kind of temperament is really rare. It is this kind of holy and elegant temperament that makes her endlessly attractive.

However, what Jun Mochen cares about most now is not what the other party's posture is, but what is the relationship between her and Zixi.

I don't know why, every time I look at each other's glass-like eyes, he will have a sense of familiarity.

At this time, Ling Miaoyi was also looking at Jun Mochen, but when she saw the other party so straight and looked at herself without blinking, Ling Miaoyi couldn't help but feel a touch of crimson on her white fungus.

Time.

The beauty is shy, so not charming.

Although she is a holy woman above holiness, she should maintain dignity. But it is precisely because of this identity that who looks at him on weekdays is not respectful, and who dares to look at her like this?

Therefore, under this gaze, she couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

"Childe?"

Ling Miaoyi couldn't help but speak, and called Jun Mochen in a low voice, her voice as crisp as a yellow bird.

Her beautiful eyes secretly fell on Jun Mochen's face, but she didn't know that she was not annoyed by the other party looking at her so directly, on the contrary, her heart was pounding.

Facing the young man in front of her, who was obviously just meeting her for the first time, she had a familiar and strange feeling, as if she felt that she had seen each other before, but it didn't seem to be.

It's as if the other person is someone who has been lost in his memory.

"Your Highness, I don't know, can you take off the veil and let me see it?"

Jun Mochen said at this time, but the ghost envoy said.

As soon as the words fell.

The atmosphere between the meditation rooms is slightly ambiguous.

Ling Miaoyi's eyes were as clear as lake water, and she couldn't help but tremble lightly at this time, and looked at Jun Mochen with surprise.

"Well, I'm just ......"

Jun Mochen also suddenly came back to his senses at this time, and now he knew his gaffe, and he wanted to explain.

However.

At this time, Ling Miaoyi suddenly reached out between her earlobes and gently removed the veil.

Moment.

A perfect face appeared in front of Jun Mochen. Seeing this face, Jun Mochen's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and what he wanted to say just now was also forgotten at once.

This is an incomparably perfect face, as beautiful as an angel above the nine heavens! Joan's nose is straight, her cherry lips are pink, and her autumn eyes are like scissors, everything is so charming.

But.

What Jun Mochen was attracted to at this time was not the other party's perfect face, but the fact that he found that the other party's face was actually seventy percent similar to Zixi.

Even after countless years, Jun Mochen still has a deep impression of Zixi's appearance. The other party is a rare beauty in the world, and this Lingmiao Yi is almost exactly the same as when the other party was young.

It's like a mold carved out of a mold.

"Purple Dawn ......"

Jun Mochen couldn't help but look between the other party's eyebrows, but found that the more he looked at it, the more it looked, and his heart was also fluctuating wildly at this time.

At this time, Ling Miaoyi also came back to her senses, and in an instant, she realized her gaffe, hurriedly adjusted her mood, and returned to the cold and holy posture she usually had.

She felt very ashamed of the state she was in just now, after all, she was a dignified Lingshan Holy Maiden, and she had all her desires, but she didn't know why, when facing Shangjun Mochen, everything didn't seem to be working.

"Zixi, childe, are you calling me?"

Ling Miaoyi looked at Jun Mochen, and there was a faint doubt in her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of the name Zixi. ”

Jun Mochen groaned slightly, and asked in a condensed voice again.

The other party and Zixi are too similar, and they are both owners of the ice spirit body, Jun Mochen doesn't believe that there will be such a big coincidence!

"Purple Dawn ......"

When Ling Miaoyi heard this, she also thought about it, but in the end, she shook her head puzzled: "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name." ”

Zixi was a name she could be sure she had never heard of.

But I don't know why, but I feel a little familiar with the name.

This feeling was exactly the same as when he faced Jun Mochen, giving him an inexplicable feeling.

"It's me who lost my temper, sorry. You look a lot like an old friend of mine. ”

Jun Mochen exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and even though he shook his head gently, there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.

Judging from the other party's demeanor, it is indeed impossible to fake, and the other party seems to really don't know the name Zixi.

However, it is speculated from many aspects that the other party cannot have nothing to do with Zixi......

Wait a minute.

Thinking of this, Jun Mochen's mind suddenly crossed a streamer, and even a flash of divine light flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "Offended!"

(End of chapter)