The clothes on Jing Shu's shoulders were pulled off, and Ning Suhe's hand trembled and stretched out to his shoulder.

His fingertips were on his shoulders and neck, his completely relaxed shoulders slightly buckled inward, but he could still see the clear collarbone. Behind the clavicle are the muscles on the dorsal side, which float slightly with slow breathing and go down further down...... It is the body of a man hidden under clothing.

Maybe it's because he has been in a room without daylight all the year round, and Jing Shu's skin is a little unreal, Ning Suhe put his palm next to him to compare, and it is still a lot darker than him.

"Is there no blood in this man's body? How is it so miserable?" She looked at the Zen Master Jingshu who still didn't react, and her eyes inexplicably stayed on the skin and flesh under the clothes, and the white, tender and slippery skin seemed to greet her.

Ning Suhe's fingertips trembled: "Maybe it's nothing, right? As a Zen master, I have to think about all sentient beings, and satisfying my thirst for knowledge is also a merit."

Her warm fingers pinched Jingshu's clothes and pulled them down three fingers wide, and the mole on his big arm was clearly seen by Ning Suhe.

Jing Shu's eyebrows skipped slightly, and his drooping head seemed to move imperceptibly.

Ning Xuhe didn't notice it at all, and the flesh of the white flower blinded her eyes. Jing Shu's body was like a special thing that bewitched the mind, or rather, Jing Shu himself was a different existence to her, and since the day she met him, she had a different affection for the monk who was locked up in the cramped hut.

She was curious, and she wanted to find out why she had a completely different emotion in her heart when she saw this person. Her heart was pounding, and she was a little nervous, and she felt a feeling of emotion when she saw Jingshu's face, but she didn't know what this love was.

"Let me try, maybe I'll find out." Her mouth was a little dry, her tongue licked her lips, and her soft little hand snake-like burrowed into Keishu's collar and touched the smooth skin, slowly touching down to a little bulge on her chest.

"What is this?" Ning Suhe pinched.

Jing Shu came to his senses completely, trembling all over his body as if he had been struck by lightning, and suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Presumptuous!"

Ning Suhe raised his eyes and glared at her angrily. Her eyes met, and for a moment there was only a buzzing in her head.

"I ......" Before she could explain anything, a bell rang in her ears, and a flower in front of her eyes swept across her face like the wind of the wide sleeves of the Zen master.

As if he had been slapped in the face, his face was in hot pain, and Ning Suhe hurriedly withdrew his hand to cover the injury.

There was a ghost in her heart that she restrained a lot for a while, rubbed the corner of her clothes and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I'm not trying to be thin......."

"Get out!"

A strong wind rose, and with the ringing of the bell, Ning Suhe was knocked out of the house again, this time her spine seemed to be broken, and she lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The wooden door of the hut slammed shut so tightly that it was impossible to see the breathable gap.

She stumbled to the hut on her back, trying to open the door but couldn't open it again.

"I'm really angry...... she was a little annoyed by her recklessness, and she poked her head to pick up the gap in front of the wood to see the situation in the house, but the timbers were so close to each other that not a single leaf could be plugged in, and Ning Suhe listened to the sound inside, but it was also silent.

"I've suffered it, I've really annoyed him, how can I be so good now......" She was anxious outside the house, but suddenly stopped, "But what is that pimple?"

She looked at her chest, and after a while, she seemed to vaguely understand something: "It turns out that men can grow too, it's amazing!"

Jing Shu was dressed neatly in the house, and when he was flattening his collar, he heard Ning Suhe's "foul language", glanced out in shock, closed his eyes and began to chant.

Ning Suhe seemed to understand something, and patted the wooden door and shouted, "Forgive the Zen master! I know what I've done wrong, but I don't know what a man's body looks like, and if you get angry by doing what you want for a while, I should apologize to you for the fasting I delivered, don't be angry, okay?"

She leaned on the door and listened to the chanting inside, feeling a little depressed, but this is also what she deserves, after all, she is the one who did the wrong thing.

Ning Xu

He patted his chest and whispered, "If you come back tomorrow to apologize, you should forgive me, right?"

With that, she ran out of the pine forest. And Keishu in the wooden house slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the house, his eyes were sad and longing, and finally turned into a sigh and buried deep in his brown pupils.

Ning Suhe saw Zhixin waiting for her outside the woods again. She didn't know why she stepped forward and looked at the little monk standing with her sleeves folded without squinting, and saw Zhixin's eyes dodging and blushing slightly.

"Shi ...... Wrong. Big sister, what are you doing?" Zhixin looked at her.

Ning Suhe looked at the two ring scars left on his head, and grabbed his ears with a smile and asked, "Why are you waiting for me here?"

"Who's waiting for you? I'm just ......" Zhixin dodged and turned his back.

"Just what?" The woman's hand tugged over his ear, and Jishin screamed.

"It's just that I want to know what kind of person Master Respectful Forgiveness is!" Seeing Ning Suhe let go of his hand, Zhixin pursed his lips and looked at her resentfully, rubbing his ears as he spoke, "I've never seen Master Jingshu, but I've only heard of it a few times occasionally.

I heard from the senior brother that Master Jingshu has been here for nearly a hundred years, and since he came to Jingyin Temple, he has been in a hut in the pine forest, and few people have seen him, and few people can talk to him.

Even this forest is not accessible to anyone, only the master has been able to enter it once in a hundred years, and then he can not enter it again.

So you're a special being, and if you go in once, won't you also be some kind of Dao Immortal?"

Ning Suhe patted Zhixin's bald head: "What kind of immortal, I don't know why I can go in, maybe this is really fate?"

Zhixin's head leaned over: "Then the Ancestor of Respect and Forgiveness can participate in meditation with you, and can I talk to you about the Enlightenment Method?"

"He's ......" Ning Suhe remembered the white skin and the acne on his chest, and covered his face silently, "He didn't say anything, but he seemed to talk a lot."

Zhixin was confused: "What? Give...... Big sister, you talk to the little monk carefully."

Ning Suhe shook his head and wanted to drive those images out of his mind, but he turned a deaf ear to Zhixin's words and walked away.

The sun has set and risen, and it's a new day.

Ning Suhe took some flowers to Jingyin Temple, and when he looked up, as expected, Zhixin was still sweeping the floor at the door.

Zhixin saw her hurriedly come forward: "Big sister, what did the master and you understand yesterday? Why are you dodging like this?"

Ning Suhe was very worried, and pushed the door into the temple with a haha, thinking that Zhixin would let her go like this, but she underestimated the little monk's determination to participate in Zen and enlightenment.

Zhixin chased after him all the way with a broomstick, forcing Ning Suhe to use his spiritual power to enter the pine forest in a flash. The wooden house was close in front of her, she reacted and secretly said, "Not good", this time she entered the forest without suppressing her spiritual power, and she would not be discovered by Jing Shu, right......

Maybe she didn't get close to the wooden house yet, she would be immediately slapped away, Ning Suhe walked to the door with bated breath, but did not feel any other spiritual power appear.

The person who recites the sutra in the house raised his head, glanced silently outside the house, seemed to think of something, and then lowered his head and recited the sutra again.

"Is that forgiving me?" Ning Suhe asked cautiously in the room.

"......" still didn't respond.

Ning Suhe continued to look inside, and after taking a few steps, he kicked a hard object. She looked down and saw a food box outside.

She was a little happy, took the flower into her arms, and opened the lid with a smile as she said, "Zen master, I don't know what you like to eat, so I'll ...... it."

The pastry dishes in the food box were placed inside, and they stayed in it cold and did not move at all.

"That's why you don't like to eat it...... Ning Suhe's smile froze, like an abandoned cat and dog, full of loss and depression, "I know, I won't come in the future." Maybe it's the best thing to apologize to you if I don't bother you anymore."

She turned to leave, but heard a "bang", and the door of the hut opened on its own and hit the wall.

Ning Suhe was startled, looked at the open door in surprise, and then looked at the monk who was kneeling and concentrating on chanting inside

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Surprised and delighted, she trotted to her knees beside Jing Shu and shook his arm, "You're not angry, are you?"

Jing Shu's expression did not change at all, as if he couldn't feel her presence, and continued to memorize the scriptures he couldn't understand.

Ning Suhe looked at his expression, and gently pushed the strong but thin arm in his hand, and saw that he still didn't mean to deal with her, but he didn't beat her out, so he looked at him and forgave him.

This monk seems to have been motionless all day, in the same posture, the same kneeling, and chanting the same sutras every day, and it seems that even the kneeling position has not changed.

She looked at the wide sleeves of Kei Shu's coat, which covered his hands and seemed to cover some of the bumps underneath.

What is it? Curiosity surged up again.

She looked at the face of forgiveness again, and she looked like she was concentrating on chanting and not listening to what was going on outside the window. Curiosity drove her hand to reach for the sleeve of her coat unconsciously, and she was about to touch it when the familiar wind blew again.

Can I get beaten a second time if I get beaten once?

This time, Ning Suhe had experience, and in an instant, he gathered spiritual power and slapped it on the sleeve of Jing Shu's shirt. Something seemed to collide in the sleeve of her coat, making a bell, and Keishu turned her wrist and drew a circle under the sleeve, easily trapping her spiritual power and floating in the air.

Ning Suhe looked at Jingshu for the first time and had other expressions. At this moment, he frowned, looked at her more deeply, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Ning Suhe blinked his eyes: "My name is Ning Suhe, the quiet Ning, the catkins, and the lotus...... Lotus ......"

Jing Shu's face became worse and worse, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly stopped her mouth, she didn't know what she said to make the difficult monk in front of her even more angry.

"Is this spiritual power your own?" Jing Shu seemed to be scrutinizing her.

"It's mine, I'm not that powerful enough to suck other people's spiritual power." She pursed her lips and rubbed her palms, "You've been beaten several times, don't you know how many pounds and taels I have?"

Jing Forgive sighed deeply: "How can it be so ......?"

"What, this, that, that, that?" Ning Suhe pointed at herself, "I am like this."

Jing Forgive smiled bitterly, "Really? That's what you are, so you come ......."

Ning Suhe took out the flower and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Jing Shu stretched out his hand but didn't answer it for a long time: "You came this time to do this to me?"

Ning Suhe nodded innocently, and handed the flower forward: "Yes!"

Jing Shu didn't dare to look at her eyes, and his sleeves trembled: "Then you go."

"Huh?" Ning Suhe couldn't believe what she had heard, and was once again pushed out of the door by a burst of spiritual power with a tranquil aura.

The wooden door in front of me closed again.