Before, the old abbot still felt that Zhanting was a little willful if he didn't come out.

But now the abbot thinks, Zhanting, Master Zhanting! The poor monks call you a master, but you must stick to your heart.

Otherwise, if it really falls on this tyrant...... Isn't the habit of broken sleeves and deformed love to be spurned by the world?

After all, at this time, the mentality of the people is still very pedantic.

But on the other hand, the old abbot was a little entangled, looking at the short-lived tenderness of their beautiful tyrants, which was the mood of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, right?

The old abbot quietly covered his heart, heard Zhan Ting inside the door, and said in a shallow voice: "I hope Your Majesty takes care of your body." ”

So Xianxian used fasting rice.

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For the next seven days, the immortals would run to the temple every day after going down to the court and guard at the gate of the Zhan Pavilion.

Where there are people, there is gossip, and gossip naturally quietly spreads and ferments in the temple.

However, under the means of Immortal Thunder, all rumors disappeared again.

And the communication between the seven-day immortal and Zhan Ting relied on her unilateral plugging of paper into the crack of the door, living like a merry boy who pursued beauty with a dead face.

Yinhe sighed: "Niangniang, I really wronged you for letting you be a woman." ”

is so flirtatious, you should be a heartthrob scumbag!

Xianxian smiled, rubbing the handwriting she had engraved on the door of the meditation room after seven days of drying.

"It's the seventh day." She said.

Chasing the monk is also to capture the old indulgence, these seven days have passed, the fairy feels that the point is over, she is an emperor anyway, too humble will not produce love.

“……”

Before the immortal left, she meaningfully instructed the abbot and asked the abbot to weigh the weight of Zhanting, that was her imperial brother, and the treatment could not be deducted anymore! And if anyone dares to bully him, just pull it down and cut it down.

On the night after the immortal left, Zhan Ting finally walked out of the door.

The cold wind of the winter night swept in, he did not enter a drop of water for seven days, his face was as pale as paper, his figure became thinner and thinner, and his big sleeves were spread in the wind like an immortal who was about to ride the wind.

But he immediately saw a line of handwriting carved with a sword on the door of the room.

——The royal brother told me those few words of Buddhist scriptures, and I felt that what he said made sense!

But.

I don't believe in Buddha.

Zhan Ting licked his chapped lips lightly and lowered his long eyelashes.

His voice didn't stir up a ripple in the night.

"That's why, Your Majesty, we are people of two worlds."

"Because, poor monks believe in Buddhism."

After Zhan Ting finished speaking, he saw the old abbot standing on the side of the courtyard.

He frowned slightly: "The night is heavy, why doesn't the abbot rest?" ”

The abbot sighed: "It was Your Majesty who knew that you would come out today, so let me wait here for you to come out." ”

After the words fell, the abbot raised his hand, and Zhan Ting saw the food box in the old monk's hand.

Knowing that he would come out today, and knowing that he hadn't eaten a drop of water for seven days, he deliberately asked someone to prepare a meal for him......

Zhan Ting gave in a little and let the abbot enter the meditation room.

When he was fasting with chopsticks, he heard the abbot involuntarily say, "Zhan Ting, do you remember the eunuch who bullied you that day?" ”

Zhan Ting snorted, his expression calm.

I only heard one voice: "Your Majesty sent someone to kill him with a rod." ”

Pinch the slender fingertips of the chopsticks and pause slightly.

This time, Zhan Ting never said Buddha words such as saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter.

Because, his heart couldn't stop beating a few beats.

He looked over the abbot's figure to see the handwriting on the door.

The 'young' emperor is obviously gone, but he is announcing his existence and announcing his ...... every moment No matter how stubbornly he resists and sticks to his heart, he can't help but fall for 'him'.

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