Kong Se carefully asked what kind of stuffing was inside, and then took out a white silk handkerchief from his arms, took the bun and ate it gently, from beginning to end, his fingers were always very careful not to touch Fan Xiaoyu.

Monks still wear handkerchiefs? Looks like it's the first time I've heard of it, oh no, it's the first time I've seen it. Is he really a monk? Why does she think that this little monk can't find a trace of monk flavor in his body except for shaving his head and wearing monk's clothes?

Fan Xiaoyu looked at the empty color with a smile, and the poor little monk's head was getting lower and lower, and finally the speed of eating steamed buns became faster.

Seeing that he finally took the bun out, he quickly grabbed a big bite of Fan Dai and looked at the little monk, then looked at Fan Xiaoyu, rolled his eyes, grabbed her hand and pulled her aside, lowered his voice, and asked vaguely with his mouth eating the bun: "Good niece, you won't take a fancy to that little monk, right?" ”

Belch...... Fan Xiaoyu was almost choked by his own breath, and his eyes widened: "What are you talking nonsense?" ”

fainted to death, she was only thirteen years old in this life, and she didn't even come to that, in the words of her previous life, it was still an absolute **, what kind of love is it? She doesn't want to be treated as a Lori, let alone become a monk...... Monk Control ...... Woo, it's embarrassing to think about!

"Hey, no? If not, why do you keep staring at people? Fan Dai snickered, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and bit off half of it in one bite.

"I said dear uncle...... Fan Xiaoyu shuddered, rolled his eyes, and immediately approached Fan Dai's ear affectionately, and asked word by word, "You are already over thirty years old and still refuse to marry a wife, it can't be that you have broken sleeves, right?" ”

Burst...... This time it was Fan Dai's turn to roll his eyes, and he almost choked to death by the bun, but fortunately, he tried his best to hold back and slammed his throat before swallowing.

"Wow, second uncle, you reacted so violently, could it be true?" Fan Xiaoyu exclaimed very exaggeratedly.

"Ahem...... Bah......" Fan Dai was angry and jumped up angrily, "Your second uncle is a man, how can it be...... Probably ......"

"What does the second uncle have?" Fan Cabbage heard the last two sentences and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I just asked the second uncle if he has a ...... Not...... Er pigs, mud tank horses? Fan Xiaoyu struggled to wrench the big hand on his mouth hard, and said vaguely, but his stomach was full of sullen laughter.

Stupid second uncle, she would never say this kind of thing in front of outsiders, not to mention that this outsider is still very suitable for the handsome little monk, a person who still has remnants of the poisoned thoughts in his previous life glanced at the superb little monk who had noticed the movement here.

"Nothing, nothing, ah, you bite me...... Ah......h

"Who told you to cover my mouth? Hum! Fan Xiaoyu smiled proudly, deliberately snorting his white teeth.

"Two donors, you have something to say." Seeing Fan Dai wailing, Kongse suddenly stood up nervously, "Don't hurt the harmony." ”

"It's okay, brother monk, my second uncle likes to play with my sister." Fan Cabbage, who was not surprised, comforted him with a smile, and handed over another steamed bun, "Brother monk, let's eat another one." ”

"Amitabha, thank you little donor, but the little monk is no longer hungry, the little monk has been out for a long time, he has missed the morning class, and he does not dare to stay outside. Several donors, the little monk once again thanked the donors for their life-saving grace, and the little monk retired first. He bowed to the crowd again, then lifted the basket and took a few steps back in front of them, and then turned to go down the mountain.

"Little ...... Master Kongse, are your feet alright? Fan Xiaoyu saw that although his footsteps were steady, his right leg was a little strange, and then looked at his shoes and socks, there were obvious traces of friction, obviously he had fallen.

"Thank you for your care, the little monk is fine." The empty color turned his head and clasped his palms, although there was a little pain between his eyebrows, but the etiquette was extremely thoughtful, which made everyone feel more favorable, but this crowd did not include Luo Yan, who had been silent.

Although Kongse is a monk, his handsome and innocent face makes the young man's heart instinctively feel a threat, and he just hopes that no matter whether this monk is a monk or not, it is better to leave Fan Xiaoyu's sight quickly.

"Actually, we're also about to go to the Wind Cave Temple, let's go together, Guy'er, you can help Master Kongse." It's a pity that hope is always hope, and Fan Xiaoyu, who didn't know Luo Yan's thoughts at all, naturally commanded.

They have lived here for three years, this Fengxue Temple has naturally come to play many times, the reason why they come and come, not only because of the excellent scenery around the temple, but also because there are many books in the temple, which has always loved books Fan Cabbage has undoubtedly become a holy place, therefore, it is not so much to play, but to read. What attracts Fan Xiaoyu is the clean and peaceful atmosphere in the temple.

In the past three years, in addition to burying her head in firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all day long, worrying about the daily trivial matters such as the shortcomings of her parents, she has practiced martial arts with knives and swords, and feels that she is an Obasang and a violent woman who has become a housewife before she gets married. If it weren't for this pink body reminding her that she was only thirteen years old, sometimes she really couldn't stand this kind of cooking and washing clothes every day, and from time to time she would pay attention to whether the rotten good person would be too tired of doing good things, but this Fengxue Temple can just provide her with a place to clear her heart, so she will also come here every once in a while to smell the smell of incense, precipitate and precipitate her mood, and adjust her mood.

Then, every time she goes home, she will look forward to the future with hope again, one day, she will become a real small landlord, when the time comes, the clothes do not need her to wash, the food does not need her to burn, Dongdong has enough entanglement to study, and she also has enough space to travel all over the territory of the Northern Song Dynasty. In other words, from one life to another, if you can only be limited to one or two places in your life, what a pity it would be? Anyway, maybe she can write a story like "My Life in the Northern Song Dynasty" or something, and then make a sensation in the world hundreds of years later.

"Yes, brother monk, I often go to the temple to read. In the last two months, I have been helping Master Wujie copy Buddhist scriptures. Shall I help you get this? On this side, Fan Xiaoyu's thoughts soared infinitely to the Nine Heavens Clouds, and Fan Cabbage on the other side also enthusiastically wanted to help the little monk.

Kong Se hurriedly pushed back, but to some extent, Fan Cabbage, who had also inherited Nai's father's style, had already taken the bamboo basket with a smile, and held his hand again, not letting him take it back, so Kong Se had to thank him politely and walked ahead with Luo Yan's support.

"Hey, it seems that a lot of people are coming to the mountains today!" Fan Dai walked beside Fan Xiaoyu and looked around all the way.

Fan Xiaoyu followed his line of sight and looked down, and sure enough, there were two or three cars staggering in the direction of the temple, looking at the appearance of those cars, needless to say, they must also be rich people.

"Presumably I'm here to explore the cave again, second uncle, if you collide with someone, be careful not to cause trouble." Fan Xiaoyu casually instructed.

Their family came to Fengxue Temple to have their own things, Dongdong studied, Luo Yan accompanied him, she meditated, Fan Tong came to the temple as a free laborer to help everywhere, but Fan Dai is keen to drill holes, three years as a day as enthusiastic as a day to explore the origin of why this mountain is called Fengxue Mountain: the legend is dozens of miles deep, often blows out of the wind, full of mysterious black lacquer cave.

And this cave is also the place where other people come to visit, and Fan Dai once almost got into a fight with one of them.

"Look at what you said, it seems like I've been in trouble a lot, and I don't even know how honest I am lately." Fan Dai muttered, remembering that it had been a long, long time since he had stretched his muscles and bones, and couldn't help but feel depressed again.

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PS: Today's first update, ask for pink tickets, pink tickets, pink tickets......