Fahai's newly grown hair was thick and shiny.

Like inky brocade, large swaths are spread out.

Not long, long hair to the waist.

Covering his stunned countenance.

Tilting Phoenix was stunned.

After that, I couldn't help laughing in my heart.

But I couldn't bear to laugh out loud, and my stomach hurt so much that I couldn't help it—

Well, the poor monk will not like the donor if he is killed.

But why did three thousand troubles suddenly grow?

Hair.

Love silk.

This long hair, as dense as a love network, envelops him deeply.

Being in it, but not knowing it.

The Buddha is really as wise as a torch......

Thinking of this, the Tilting Phoenix suddenly became frightened, is this hair the Buddha's punishment for swearing to him untruthfully?

She shouldn't have made him swear.

There won't be any other punishment......

Tilting Huang hurriedly brushed away his long loose hair, revealing a handsome face with well-defined features.

His face, lined with black hair, became more and more radiant like jade, and under the sun, it seemed to exude a faint bright moon.

His face was pale.

As a result, the Buddha who was as beautiful as the pearl of fairy dew was dumbfounded at this time, as if he had lost his soul.

"Ah Chen!" She blurted out, remembering that he didn't understand, "Master, calm down!" ”

Fahai was holding a strand of his long hair, a pair of clear eyes, staring straight at it, like looking at a strange thing, and like facing a great enemy.

The slender hands with distinct bones trembled slightly.

He lifted his throat and grabbed his wrist, and took his pulse at the moment of a light touch, confirming that he was not injured, and then relieved himself slightly.

But she was still worried.

The blow was so devastating that she always felt that the next moment, he would hit a wall, jump off a cliff, swing a sword and kill himself, or run naked......

But in the end.

Fahai just closed his eyes deeply.

The mind is in turmoil.

Confused, confused, puzzled.

He is clearly devoted to the Buddha.

Last time, although he unknowingly gave birth to a demon, he dissolved it.

But he could feel that at the same time as the green silk grew out of his head—

There was something in his heart, chaotic and passionate......

Like a bud about to bloom, and like a butterfly about to break out of its cocoon.

In a trance, Fahai recalled that when he parted, the master told him:

"No matter what happens, there's no need to blame yourself."

He let go of his hand and let his long hair fall softly.

This green silk is a reminder from the Buddha - face your heart!

It's just that he swore so seriously and seriously, but he grew hair, which is equivalent to the Buddha thinking that he was lying......

This merciless slap in the face, Bai Shizhu must laugh for three days and three nights......

For a moment, Fahai was so ashamed that he wanted to never open his eyes again.

But he heard her soft and sweet voice, calling him softly:

"Master, don't think too much, don't blame you, I seduced you, blame me......"

was obviously comforting him, but his tone was as soft as a coquette, and Fahai smiled slightly.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes were as clear as ever.

He stared at her for a long time before he said:

"The poor monk decided to follow his heart."

Tilting nodded: "So ......?" ”

"The poor monk didn't feel the existence of love," he looked at and sighed softly, "but the Buddha thinks that the poor monk should have green silk...... The poor monk has to figure out why. ”

His voice was very low: "The Buddha can't be wrong......

"Whatever you want." Tilting Phoenix observed him for a moment, and saw that he had regained his composure, and finally relieved his heart.

She muttered quietly, with a smile on her face that could not be hidden:

"I thought you were going to be angry, what does it mean to obey your heart......"