"What are you doing here!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk can't bear to kill you!" Master Yuyuan did not say the identity of Leng Huaping, but called her the benefactor.

This made Leng Huaping a little surprised, I didn't expect this monk to hide her identity, but unfortunately this kind gesture couldn't change her original intention.

"Don't you think they have a deep relationship?" Leng Huaping pointed to the four brothers who were about to lie down and said.

"To each his own life! Donors should not decide whether they live or die. ”

"Then my life and death can be decided by someone else?"

As long as Leng Huaping thought of the gentle breeze blowing that night, but she was hurt by a glass of poisonous wine, she angrily snatched the dagger in Qiuguang's hand and stabbed it into the hand of one of them.

Suddenly it attracted a pig-like cry: Ah-

But the dagger that painted the screen coldly didn't stab a piece of flesh at all, and the person who called out was purely frightened.

There was a smell in the air, which gave the cold painting screen, which was carried away by anger, a space to calm down.

"Monk, I don't want to let them go!"

Leng Huaping stood up and turned her back to Master Yuyuan and said, at this moment, her heart was extremely calm.

"The poor monk knows, thank you for the benefactor's kind thoughts." Master Yuyuan still has the same face, smiling kindly.

Leng Huaping turned to look at Master Yuyuan, thinking that Master Yuyuan understood what she meant, so he took Qiuguang and prepared to go back, but when he passed by Master Yuyuan, he deliberately stopped and said: "Monk, has anyone said that you laugh, it's very annoying!" ”

One sentence instantly made Master Yuyuan's expression freeze on his face, and he was speechless. Let the cold painting screen leave in style, laughing wildly between heaven and earth.

This ridicule is really presumptuous!

Master Yuyuan only had one thought in his heart, he was such a respected person who was disgusted by a little girl, and suddenly looked at the four brothers with unkind eyes.

The eldest brother said to Master Yuyuan with great insight: "Thank you Master for saving your life." ”

"Those donors will pack up and go back to Huangjue Temple with me to become a monk!" Master Yuyuan said.

"What...... What the! The four exclaimed, "Master, we haven't finished becoming a monk yet!" ”

"If you want to save your life, go with me, only when you become a monk can you change your name and surname, and forget about the worldly things." Master Yuyuan used that usual profound words to bluff people.

But I heard the voices of the four of them and remembered one after another:

"Do you really want to be a monk, but no one has done anything shameful with the Oiran who is full of flowers!"

With your virtue, you dare to think of an Oiran!

"Yes, I haven't had a son yet! How can this be passed on from generation to generation! ”

My life is almost gone, and I still want to pass on the lineage, what you think is so beautiful!

"If we are not monks, we will all die!"

The donor is right, come to my Huangjue Temple to be a happy little monk!

"Huangjue Temple, don't worry about food and clothing! I'll go, I'll go, I'll go! ”

Master Yuyuan looked at the four people in front of him, and always felt that he had brought four scourges to Huangjue Temple! You can only recite Buddhist scriptures in your heart in order to calm your mind.

The poor monk is saving people's lives, and he is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter! Amitabha!

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Leng Huaping returned to his room, took off his mask, and spread it on the concubine's floor.

At this time, Qiuguang had not yet left, and was looking at the cold painting screen with a puzzled face and eager for answers.

Leng Huaping lay down and said tiredly: "Qiuguang, although I was born beautiful, I won't fall in love with you!" ”