At this time, the monk was lying in front of the door of the house of good flowers, looking in through a broken window, and the husband of good flowers resisted the door, making it difficult for the monks to enter his house for a while. In order to have a good flower, the monk has broken the vows, and he followed all the way from Lu Zhen to the deserted village, and wanted to enter his house at this time, but was blocked from the door.

The number of onlookers in the deserted village gradually increased, and some people were not used to seeing it, so they waited with stones, but the monks did not care, even if the stone broke their heads, they also smiled and endured, and did not fight back. But at this time, the husband of the good flower has a stomachache, and his strength is not strong for a while, and he can't stop the entry of this monk.

The monk entered the house of good flowers, at this time he was optimistic about the flowers, although he was only wearing a tattered dress, and there were large and small scars sewn and mended on it, which was quite ugly for a while, and the monk did not dislike it, and he was even more fascinated by it. Haohua's husband had a stomachache for a while, and knew that this matter had something to do with the monks, so he was a little guarded against it, and even respected him like a god, and he didn't dare to offend casually, otherwise he didn't know what he would become.

And for the women who like the monks, the husband of the good flower also turns a blind eye, and does not dare to have any dissatisfaction or difficulty, otherwise what will be the consequences of offending the gods, isn't it obvious? However, on this night, the monk liked good flowers, and at this time he also saw the appearance of good flowers taking off their clothes, long hair and shawl, and this face was pretty, and the appearance was really one in a thousand, so that even if the monk died for a while, it didn't matter.

The monk climbed into the bed of the good flower, and the husband of the good flower, because he could not go to bed without the permission of the monk, had to sleep on the ground, and kept crying. Haohua persuaded the high position to know that he was wrong, and then he got out of bed again, and now went out of the house, and sat quietly on a stone in front of the door. The house of good flowers is on the edge of the deserted village, there are few people on weekdays, and the vast desert surrounds its house, and the vermilion gate is hung with fluttering flags at this time, which looks quite spectacular.

In front of the house of flowers, there were a few poplars, and a small river went around it, and it went all the way east. Because the monk was not in a good mood at this time, he sat by the river at this time, watching the sunset in the west, and wanted to see the beauty of good flowers again, but how could he do it?

Soon, Haohua also went down to the river, sat down beside the monk, and smiled at him, as if he was very grateful for his love for him. The monk smiled back, but did not speak, and the light of the setting sun shone on the river, and the willow trees, among the dilapidated leaves, were clear for a while.

Just by this small river, the monk silently twisted the Buddha beads, smiled at the good flower, and the good flower also blushed, from time to time buried his head into the river, as if he was very afraid of seeing this monk. It seems that the true feelings of the monk touched the good flower, and he also liked it for a while, even if the monk was already a monk.

Seeing that the monk was staying with his woman, Haohua's husband was a little unwilling for a while, so he quickly withdrew from the mountain, and searched all over his house for a while, and the whereabouts of his woman were at a loss, and he didn't know where he went. When the moon climbed up, the husband remembered the river, could it be that his woman went to the river, but by the river, he was alone for a while, so why didn't he tell himself in advance?

By the small river in the deserted village, there are too many stories to count, and his own women are going down the river again at this time, and following in the footsteps of those women who are not good to die, it is not possible in any case, and it can even be said to be dangerous. The husband of the good flower went down the river at this time, but saw that under the faint moonlight, the monk stayed with his woman, and seemed to be saying something to each other.

However, I don't know why, anyway, after the husband of Haohua roared angrily, this voice was not good for a while, and at this time I wanted to call my own woman, asking her to go home no matter what. But this voice just can't speak, but can only stand without saying anything, because these legs are already immobile, and if you want to step forward and hit someone, I am afraid that it will not work.

On the poplar trees by the river, a lot of leaves have floated down, flying, like snow, like the charm of falling flowers. And the good flower stayed on this dock, facing the smile of this monk for a while, and I didn't know what to do, this thing to be sorry for my husband was not something that good flowers could do.

However, the monk didn't care so much, he embraced the good flower in his arms for a while, and the husband of the good flower, in a fit of anger, broke free from the constraints of something, threw himself in front of the monk, and punched at him. However, when it hit the body of the monk, the husband of Haohua cried out, because it was purely like hitting a stone, and his fist suddenly flowed blood, and it was already dilapidated and flesh and blood.

And the good flower, because of the appearance of her husband, embarrassed to stay with the monk again, originally she leaned on the monk's body was just an expedient measure, and there was no reason to love it. And this monk, because of the beauty of good flowers, has made too many sacrifices for it, although Lu Town is prosperous, but compared to the tranquility of the deserted village, there are also inferiorities.

The couple fled quickly, and the monk was not strong, and he had his own way to deal with the lack of cooperation with the flowers, at this time looking at a touch of moonlight in the sky, and the river was shining like a girl's eyes, and the monk was also intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself. The wind gently blew his clothes, and the leaves of the poplar tree rattled like a human cheer, and it was quite lively.

After the good flower left, the monk hung himself on a tree for a while, and the moonlight shone on his face, looking peaceful. On the night of this deserted village, the monk fell asleep, and the footsteps of Xiaohe to the east were hurried, and he would not stop because of the presence of the monk.

On the day of the Torch Festival, of course, the monks will appear in this deserted village, at this time people dare not offend, looking at people who love each other, the monks are not willing to be lonely. At this time, he jumped up by the fire with a stone weighing thousands of pounds, which can be said to be better than nothing compared to people's pairs.

After dancing for a day, by the time the end of the day, almost all the people had gone back, because the moonlight was cold, and it was not early, and the low moaning of the long river was like a dragon, and if you didn't go to sleep, I was afraid that something would be wrong. But people have gone, in this open place, only Haohua stayed alone, at this time he took off all his clothes in front of the monk for no reason, if it wasn't for Haohua's husband to arrive in time, this may be a foreign appearance.

The husband of the good flower scolded the monk for a while, and the monk felt that he was wrong for a while, so he didn't mind the blame of the husband of the good flower, and laughed at Changtian for a while, and left quickly. And Haohua also followed her husband back to her house.