In this monk's room, there was not much to pack, but she sat on the couch and cleaned up for a long time.

A few plain clothes, a few scriptures, she picked them up one by one and put them in the bamboo basket.

Eventually, a booklet slipped out of the corner, and she glanced at it, and the cover of the book was a little eye-catching.

These belongings were all purchased by her from the system mall in order to disguise themselves. She was afraid of taking the wrong book, so she picked up the book and looked at it a few times.

After a while, she blushed and closed the booklet.

How can there be Buddhist Tantra in the room!

To be ordained in the Wuxiang Temple, incense must be burned and bathed every day, and for this reason, a pool of hot springs is opened up in the back mountain.

Shen Yan entered the bathhouse for the first time, and he casually dismissed the monks in the hall, untied his clothes, and stepped into the steaming pool.

The white mist in the spring was steaming, he dived out of the water, sat cross-legged on a stone lotus, his black hair snaked down the obedient white clothes and submerged into the water, he closed his eyes slightly, and the treasure was solemn.

The hall was silent, and suddenly, the one hundred and eight Buddha lamps flickered, someone broke through the water, a pair of white lotus arms climbed up to his chest, and the woman's face was close to his neck.

Shen Yanchu's eyebrows moved, and he was about to scream, when the girl behind him grabbed his shoulders suddenly, and her lips approached, sealing his lips.

A green silk hung down, and the water beads flowed along the tips of her hair, through her wet eyes, over her crimson lips, over her crispy shoulders, and finally fell into the dense pool and melted away.

She leaned down, her soft lips wrapped around him, and slowly, took a sip of mead. The wine is mellow, with a sweet fragrance of osmanthus in mid-autumn.

"Yan Chu—" She whispered softly, her watery eyes half-open, her lips moist, staring at his eyes for a moment.

Shen Yanchu also looked at her in the same way, his eyes fell on her delicate and charming face, his eyes were as calm as ever, but in a trance, he gradually became confused.

"Yan Chu—" She called again, and the uplifted tone was as sultry as a hook.

He covered his head with one hand and supported the lotus platform with the other, his eyelashes were half drooping, obviously drunk.

Seeing this, she stepped forward, stroked the palm of her hand and wandered uncertainly, and poked into the half-open placket, like a butterfly feather skimming, extremely light, extremely soft, extremely soft.

She looked into his eyes again, a pair of cold eyes, still unwavering, as light as the water of Erhai Lake, the wind is calm, and the clouds are silent.

Liu Ruyan gritted her teeth and suddenly became ruthless.

She reached out and grabbed his shoulder, grabbed the indifferent lips fiercely, and her fingertips fumbled to untie his snow-white plain clothes.

In the bluestone lotus platform, Shen Yanchu was lying on his back, and the beauty in front of him was lying like a willow, just like what he saw in his dream, with a pair of doting beautiful eyes, which took people's hearts and souls.

Xu was a little anxious, she tightened her fingers, and her face turned a little pale.

Shen Yanchu looked at each other indifferently, deep in his cold eyes, faintly, there was snow melting.

A gust of wind passed, and the Buddha lamp swayed with it, dancing countless ghosting, covering her with a hazy honey color. When they are close to each other, it is more like thick ink entering water, blending with it.

After a while, she felt tired, and she softened between his chest, panting softly.

"The Buddha doesn't want me anymore." Overhead, a male voice was heard.

She smiled, with the wanton attitude after her success: "The Buddha doesn't want you, I want you to be enough." ”

"Really?" The originally bland timbre suddenly revealed an evil spirit.

She lifted her eyelashes and looked overhead.

Shen Yanchu happened to look at her for a long time, the corners of his mouth were frivolous, and his eyes were dyed with six desires, how could he still have the previous cold self-control.

Liu Ruyan: "............"

"That's not enough."

She was a little confused: "What is not enough. ”

Shen Yanchu rubbed her waist, his fingertips circled, and he looked unfinished.

She finally came to her senses and stepped back and forth.

He rolled over and stood, his broad shoulders stretched, propped up on top of her, and stared at the other closely.

"Do you want to escape?" He smiled.

"I'm tired—I want to—rest—" she said in a stumbling voice.

Shen Yanchu grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's the same for me." ”

With an exclamation, the water splashed, and he jumped into the water with her in his arms.

The water in the pond was bumpy, and the waves did not settle and the waves rose again, and they did not subside for a long time.

When sleeping on the bamboo couch, Liu Ruyan held her waist with one hand, and the spiritual platform was a little empty.

Shen Yanchu stayed on the side, not worried: "Since you can't enter the Buddha Gate, from tomorrow, you will go back to the palace with me." ”

Tsk, there was no sorrow or joy a moment ago, and in an instant, she was going to take her away.

It's too fast!

Liu Ruyan couldn't help but secretly think: From her to Dali, and then to Wuxiang Temple, how could it be like being secretly manipulated.

"So, is your Zen position a monk fake, but it's true to bring me here?"

The moonlight fell on the head of the bed, and the man seemed to be stunned for a while, and then said, "If you don't do this, how can you come to see me." ”

Liu Ruyan was angry and pinched him with her fingers.

Shen Yanchu instantly grabbed her hand, interlocked his fingers, and said with a smile in his voice: "With your temperament, I'm afraid that no matter how many brochures you read, you won't take the initiative to be happy with me." In this way, how can you break this vow and unlock the heart-burning technique? ”

She was silent.

If you think about it, it's true.

"In vain, I took the trouble to sneak into the temple and accompany you, why should you pretend not to know me." Liu Ruyan muttered quietly.

A soft sigh rang out, and he hugged her tightly.

"Just because at that time, I had no heart." I can't forget you, but my heart is like water, and there is no ripple.

No sorrow, no joy, no mercy, no desire.

He is a person who has broken off his love and love, and when he meets again, he is afraid that he will break her heart.

It's not that he doesn't recognize her, it's just that he doesn't dare to recognize her.

……

The next day, the morning bell ran out.

The smoky white sunlight casts on the head of the bed, a thin layer, like cicada wings.

Liu Ruyan turned over, stretched out a hand behind her back, grabbed her waist, and fished the person back.

She arched slightly, but the hand behind her back became more and more restless, and the warmth of her fingertips continued to swim until a monk knocked at the door.

"Your Excellency, the hour has come, please enter the Dharma and receive ordination."

"I'm not going."

Shen Yanchu said lazily.

"Lord?" Ling Feng was stunned and looked at the monk.

"The monks are already waiting in the Buddha hall, but the nobles have something to delay?" The little monk asked respectfully.

Shen Yanchu smiled lightly, covered her lips with his palm, and then sank hard: "Let the masters go back first, the deity has something important to deal with." ”

Ling Feng's mouth was faster than his brain: "What can the Lord do, can it be more important than the Faca?" ”

"It's more important than the puja." He said coldly.

Ling Feng shrunk his shoulders, always feeling that his neck was a little cold.

The monk clasped his hands together and asked calmly, "Dare to ask when the puja will be changed?" ”

When Liu Ruyan heard this, she couldn't help but glance back.

Listen to him: "In this red and turbid world, there is one person who I am willing to live up to." ”

Shen Yanchu paused and smiled: "Not only is it a beautiful woman, but only if you lose the Buddha, you will not enter the Buddha from now on." The puja, that's it. ”

The monk raised his eyes in a daze, and through a door, he clasped his hands and saluted: "The little monk knows." ”

"Aren't you leaving?" Shen Yanchu asked.

Ling Feng stood outside the door, unable to recover for a long time.

The Lord's words are very informative!

Could it be ...... Maybe...... Don't...... Which girl does he really like?

Which girl is so unlucky, oh no, which girl is fortunate to be in his lord's eyes and win his lord's heart?