Mo Qianqian turned around vigilantly, but she only saw a few small birds chirping in the trees behind her, but other than that, she didn't find anything.

"Is there really someone?" Mo Qianqian looked at Ye Hao suspiciously, if there were really people or powerful demon beasts, it should be quiet here, how could there be insects and birds chirping.

"Come out, friend, you should be proud of being hidden under Uncle Ye's nose for so long. Ye Hao ignored Mo Qianqian and continued.

"The donor has a strong divine sense, the little monk is dressing, please wait. Not far away, behind a large tree by a small stream, there was a quiet voice, followed by the sound of trembling clothes.

Mo Qianqian took a sip with a red face, and although she couldn't see it, she still turned around.

After a while, a young monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes and a moon-white monk's robe walked out from behind the big tree.

"Ami, the Buddha, the little monk forgot his feelings, and he saw two donors. The forgetful monk bowed with his palms, and his whole body was full of Buddha's surname, which made people feel calm.

"Forgetfulness! You are the forgetful monk who was expelled from the Dajue Temple?" Mo Qianqian turned around and exclaimed, staring at the young monk with beautiful eyes, as if looking at a rare treasure.

"It's the little monk. The forgetful monk didn't care at all, and didn't feel that it was a shame to be expelled from the door wall at all, and didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

Dajue Temple, the holy land of Buddhism in Shenzhou, the power of Buddhism is much smaller for Taoism, but the status of Dajue Temple is extraordinary, even if the Lotus Sect and other giants in the immortal cultivation world are polite to Dajue Temple.

Is it famous? Ye Hao looked at this monk, but there was no information about this person in his memory. Moreover, he intuitively felt that the monk in front of him, who seemed to have a transparent Buddha surname, had a trace of deeply hidden anger in his breath, but it was by no means what a compassionate monk should have, and that anger could not even be dissolved by the Dharma, and he didn't know how many times this killing ring had been broken.

"Monk, what are you doing behind a big tree?" Ye Hao asked lightly.

The little monk was washing the dust in the stream, but he didn't want the two benefactors to come suddenly, so he could only hide behind the tree. "Forget the monk Dao.

"Dust? Ye Hao smiled, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

The forgetful monk did not dodge or avoid, recited a Buddha name, and said: "Blood and filth are also dust." ”

"I'm afraid that the monk has washed away the dust on your body, but you can't wash away the dust in your heart. Ye Hao shook his head and said.

"The little monk is the Buddha in his heart, there is a Buddha in his heart, what does he care about the dust......" The monk smiled softly, his eyes looked at the sky, and the deep affection like the sea roared and emanated.

Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, is this monk still an infatuated lover?

He was infatuated with the Huaiyin Bodhisattva of great compassion and compassion recorded by the Buddha, one of the ten Buddhas, and he was expelled from the Dajue Temple because of the blasphemy of the Buddha. Mo Qianqian said to Ye Hao.

The expression on Ye Hao's face suddenly became extremely exciting, what is a cow? This is called a cow! How great is this ideal and ambition of others, compared to it, he is dwarfed, he is a girl, and the one who is soaked is the Buddha, this guy is really a wonderful flower in the world of pickling girls.

Ye Hao walked over, patted the shoulder of the forgetful monk, and said with a straight face: "Monk, Uncle Ye supports you, your infatuation will eventually come true." ”

"Don't you think this is a great rebellion?" the monk asked, obviously surprised.

"Love can enter the Tao, why can't you enter the Buddha? Buddha has affection, can be called a Buddha, ruthless, how can you purify all sentient beings?" Ye Hao laughed, this crooked reasoning came to his mouth, it really sounded like that.

The forgetful monk's eyes lit up, and he performed a Buddhist salute: "The donor's words made the little monk Mao Sai suddenly. ”

Mo Qianqian was dumbfounded when she heard it on the side, these two madmen, complete madmen!

"You and I hit it off at first sight, come, let's have two drinks, and we will rest when we get drunk. Ye Hao said enthusiastically, it is rare to meet such an appetizer, so he naturally wants to make friends.

That's exactly what I mean. "Forget it.

Ye Hao took out a bunch of food and a few jars of wine from the storage bag, and sat on the ground with the forgetful monk.

"The meat is roasted well, but the wine is a little worse, the little monk has two jars of jasper fairy wine, but it took a lot of effort to get it. After a few bites of a rabbit leg, the monk took out two jars of jade for the wine jar, and the wine on the altar was carved with various fairy and beast patterns, just by looking at the appearance, he knew that it was not a mortal thing.

Ye Hao's eyes lit up as soon as he opened it, after he was reborn, he had never drunk this grade of wine again, although it was not comparable to immortal brewing, but for him today, this is even more intoxicating than the immortal liquor he had drunk before.

Mo Qianqian looked at this monk and felt confused.

Could it be that things are gathered by like, and people are divided by groups?

These two people, one is a hooligan who is the daughter of the sect leader of the Lotus Sect, and the other is an evil monk who blasphemes the Buddha.

But for some reason, seeing the expressions of these two people and hearing the conversation between these two people, she felt a kind of ...... Warmth, affection and righteousness, warmth of flesh and blood.

Cultivating the Tao and cultivating Buddha, can it also be cultivated in this way?

"Little girl, what are you doing in a daze, come and taste the monk's jasper fairy wine, a hundred high-grade spirit stones and an altar, I can't afford to buy such an altar even if I sell you." Ye Hao waved at Mo Qianqian.

Mo Qianqian rolled her eyes, she was also the only daughter of Mo Yanzhen, the master of the Bright Moon Peak of the Yanxia Sect, in the eyes of this hooligan, she was not worth a hundred spirit stones, she was really angry.

Although she was not angry in her heart, Mo Qianqian herself didn't know what kind of psychology she had, so she really came over to eat and drink with them.

It is said that the one who is close to ink is black, and she follows this stinky hooligan all day long, has she also fallen?

I don't know how long it took, there was not a drop left of the two jars of jasper fairy wine, and the ground was full of gnawed bare bones.

The three of them were all drunk and hazy, and the strength of this jasper immortal wine could not be suppressed with aura below the Jindan period.

"Reincarnation for eternity, not to become a Buddha, only to ask Yiren to smile. Yiren smiled and became a Buddha with flowers, but the little monk was still struggling in reincarnation. Like a monk chanting scriptures, he closed his hazy drunken eyes and stretched out his hand to the sky, as if he was touching something.

"It's so fucking sour, monk, you're not drinking wine, you're lonely. Ye Hao laughed, a woman's figure appeared in his mind, he thought it would be Yang Chuxue's slut, but he found that it was not, so he laughed more and more arrogantly.

"This rascal, why is he sad? Who is he thinking?" Mo Qianqian was even more drunk, but at that moment, she seemed to see Ye Hao's hidden heart.

The forgetful monk saw Huaiyin Bodhisattva, Ye Hao saw a certain woman, and she ...... But I saw the heart of a rogue.

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