Ouyang Qing, the first name on the flower list of Yiqing Garden is her, it is said that her greatest ability is to be the same to anyone, whether you are a monk or a bald man, as long as you have money.

A top brand like her will always have no shortage of guests, and now there is a guest in Ouyang Qing's room, but this guest is a little special.

This is a monk, wearing a tattered robe, tattered straw sandals, and a monk with big ears and a blessed appearance.

The monk visiting the Qinglou may only be better than the eunuch visiting the Qinglou, this monk looks very timid, and he doesn't dare to look at Ouyang Qing who is reclining on the bed, just closing his eyes and lowering his head.

Ouyang Qing really thought it was funny, covered his mouth and smiled: Master, are you an immortal?

The monk shook his head: I am a monk.

Ouyang Qing said: The money for staying overnight here is not low, master, you don't do anything every time you come to me, are you specially here to send me money?

The monk was extremely embarrassed, his face was red, and his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he wanted to find a hole to get into.

Looking at the appearance of this monk, Ouyang Qing was in no mood to flirt, but just shook his head: The monk visiting the Qinglou is really absurd enough, why did I meet it.

"Amitabha, female benefactor, you are wrong." Just then, a handsome man dressed in black walked in.

Su Angdao: It is not uncommon for monks to visit the Qinglou, and the Buddha's sons and grandsons like to consecrate the female Bodhisattvas who have lost their footing.

The monk was ashamed and angry, but he didn't argue with Su Ang, just took a bite of Amitabha, as if he could get rid of all troubles.

Su Angdao: Do you know what is the difference between a monk and this kind of Buddha?

Although she knew that the man in black might be going to talk about meat again, Ouyang Qian still asked: What does it matter.

Su Ang said: The monk is a monk for a day and a bell for a day. And this kind of Buddha is to be a monk for a day and a bodhisattva for a day, the difference between this is not very ingenious.

Before he finished his words, Ouyang Qian couldn't help but laugh straightened up, and the laughter like a silver bell sprinkled the entire room, making people itch.

The monk sighed and muttered: My Buddha is merciful, why did I meet this benefactor, monk, I really want to kill the monk and ascend to bliss as soon as possible.

Ouyang Qian got up slowly, and her graceful posture was undoubtedly revealed.

She moved lightly, and said with a smile in Su Ang's ear: "It's no good to be an immortal, as long as you let this monk out, I promise to make you feel happier than an immortal."

Su Angdao: I'm afraid that your eldest sister and eighth sister will be angry, be careful that they punish you for stealing cats.

Ouyang Qing naturally knew Su Ang, because she was also one of the members of the Red Shoes Organization, ranking fourth.

Ouyang Qing said: With you, the owner of Tsing Yi, to protect me, they can still eat me, besides, you have already come to Yiqing Garden, can it still be for this monk?

Su Ang grabbed Ouyang Qing's hand and said: I am here for this monk.

Ouyang Qing couldn't help but say: Who is this monk.

Su Angdao: The four great monks rank third, known as an honest monk who never lies in his life.

Su Ang turned his gaze to the monk on the side: But I heard that honest monks don't seem to be honest.

The honest monk argued: The honest monk is the most honest,

Su Angdao: If you are really honest, you will come to the Qinglou to find Ouyang.

The honest monk's face was red again, and he lowered his head like a little daughter-in-law, looking at his tattered straw sandals.

Su Ang smiled: If you answer me a question, I believe you are an honest person.

The honest monk said: Please say the donor.

Su Angdao: Are you invisible?

The honest monk's expression froze for a moment, and then he suddenly closed his mouth and didn't say a word, sometimes, silence is also an answer.

Su Angdao: Sure enough, I'm honest, I know you're invisible.

The honest monk sighed: Sometimes, being too honest is not a good thing, and knowing too much is also not a good thing.

As he spoke, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the monk's broad palm pressed towards Su Ang's chest.