"Qing Lou. ”

He Guang Tongchen did not open his eyes, and replied lightly. Although his face is not graceful, he seems to have an innate magic that fascinates people and does not pay for their lives.

"Qinglou, it turns out that he is still a flower monk!"

Huaxin has been listening to Qing Jiuying talk about Tsing Yi Lane these days, and Tsing Yi Lane is naturally indispensable to a romantic place like Qinglou, so that she immediately wanted to go crookedly.

was touched by the answer of the light and the dust to prevent the poke of the laughter, the painting heart really couldn't hold back a mouthful of laughter, laughed too hard, and the heart hurt again, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and a shallow mark was raised in the center of the eyebrows.

Rao is a long-term illness has not healed and the poison has not been resolved, and the heart of the painting is still the bright eyes of Zhenshou E's eyebrows and jade face, black temples like clouds, and the elegance is difficult to hide.

He Guang Tongchen opened his eyes and saw a touch of ill-intentioned narrowness in her bright eyes, but he just smiled noncommittally, and the smile was gentle.

"The donor has been ill for a long time, and the body is poisonous, to Qingcheng, to meditate and recuperate for a period of time, Qingcheng has not been very peaceful recently, everyone knows that the poor monk has worshiped a high man as a teacher, but no one has ever seen. ”

Speaking of this, He Guang Tongchen's voice was astringent, he paused, his eyes lit up, and then he went out, and continued, "No one will be able to see her anymore, so the donor will be the master of the poor monk, so that the donor can ensure that the donor is thorough, and second, it is convenient for the donor to act in Qingcheng." ”

"Pretending to be your master, then I must not pretend to be an old monk?" Huaxin couldn't help but exclaim, looking up at Heguang Tongchen, and asked dissatisfiedly, "I know that you have good intentions, little monk, is there no other better way?"

Although she doesn't like to like hairpins like ordinary daughters, she doesn't have a heart big enough to give up this cloud sideburns and black hair.

"Or is it that only monks can live in your temple?"

"Then I won't go back to the temple with you, you can take a detour and send me to Heguang Tongchen. ”

“......”

He Guang Tongchen didn't say a word, and the painting heart was talking endlessly, the higher the voice was talking, the more bad the tone became, the more his brain thought about it, the more crooked he became, and finally, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Qinglou...... Where is this temple, it is clearly a flower building, isn't it a little monk, you are short of money to spend, and seeing that I was born with such a beautiful face and a beautiful appearance, you want to sell me into the flower building?"

He Guang Tongchen has never seen such a ruthless boast that he doesn't know how to blush, nor has he ever seen such nonsense, he glanced at the painting heart lightly, and said slowly word by word, "Qinglou Qinglou, Qingben beauty returns to the dust, and Lou Gao sighs for life." The master of the poor monk used to be a peerless beauty. ”

The voice of the light and the dust was cold, and a little sad, the painting heart heard these two words of deep love and lovesickness, and wanted to make fun of him if he was really a flower monk, but he was swept away by his warm eyes, and changed his mind when the words came to his mouth, and laughed, "It turns out that this benefactor is a peerless beauty in your eyes." ”

When he heard this, he smiled noncommittally.

It is true that the woman who walked alone from the Red Lotus Sect in the fire that day, with a white dress and a red veil, and the lotus light was in the shadows, he thought that he had seen the beautiful and moving demon in the legend, and the beautiful demon was not eating people, but was purifying all beings for him.

In the next moment, He Guang Tongchen almost thought that Huaxin had seen through his thoughts, because he heard Huaxin laugh, "I thought you would ask me where I am. ”

I couldn't help twisting the rosary in my hand by mistake.

"That-who is the benefactor?" The Buddha beads slipped from the fingertips of the light and dust, and his timbre was soothing in the darkness, like a pearl falling to the ground, which was very good.

Who is she?

Huaxin looked at Heguang Tongchen, and pondered the names of Yihong Gongzi and Huaxin repeatedly, and finally spoke, but the ghost sent a god to say, "Princess Yi." ”

In just three words, the heart of the light and dust hurts.

It turns out that she is the concubine of the Yi Wang who was born out of nowhere?

Originally...... She's married......

He Guang Tongchen didn't say anything when he heard the sound, only glanced at the painting heart, picked up the Buddha beads, closed his eyes by himself, and recited words in his mouth, and the sandalwood beads engraved with scriptures slid through his fingertips one by one.

Huaxin was unaware of the strangeness of Heguang Tongchen, and said with a smile, "Monk, you either meditate every day except eating." ”

"It's not that the poor monk wants to meditate, it's just that the donor's sleeping posture is too ecstatic, and it is easy to mess up the poor monk's Buddha heart, so the poor monk recites the mantra of purifying the heart. ”

The painting heart lowered his head and looked at his wandering remains, and looked up at the Buddha's face full of light and dust, and couldn't see whether the monk was serious or joking, that face, looking really serious, that mouth, and indeed like talking nonsense.

"If the monks don't speak, shouldn't you all be pure and have no desires?"

"Six Pure Roots, No Desire, No Desire, No Desire, True Faith of the Donor?" He Guang Tongchen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with glass-like light, bright and wise, bright and bright, he looked at the heart of the painting, and said with a slight mockery, "It's just that you don't dare to say if you want it, and you can't get it if you ask for it." And ......"

"The poor monk is just an ordinary man, with all seven emotions and six desires, and he is also a normal man. ”

The painting heart was suddenly dumbfounded, "......"

This monk is a bit fake!

The painting heart immediately made such a conclusion in his heart.

This monk is rich, killing, eating meat, and - so beautiful! The painting heart looked at Heguang Tongchen in a daze, and Heguang Tongchen also looked at her with blazing eyes, and after staring at each other like this for a long time, she was stared at by Heguang Tongchen all over her body, slowly got up, sat up elegantly and upright, and did not forget to wrap the soft jacket on her body a little tighter, until it was around her neck, revealing only a small face the size of a palm.

The painting heart lowered his head to tuck the corners of the quilt, just missing the narrow eyes and the light and the light and the smile on his lips.

The rain outside gradually eased, has changed from the common summer rainstorm like a waterfall to the spring drizzle, after night, the painting heart felt that the car was too dark, lack of security, so he shouted to let the light and dust light a lamp.

The lights are dim, the warm candle flame shines on the body of the light and the dust, and the light and dust are concentrating on the peaceful appearance of the eyes like a gentle picture that people can see but can not forget.

He Guang Tongchen looked too foul, and fell in the eyes of the painting heart, and the painting heart suddenly understood what he said like an empowerment, and shouted to let the light and the dust recite the heart mantra to her.

The voice of light and dust is very beautiful, like pearls and jade, accompanied by the smell of soothing incense, and the straight people are drowsy. Soon Huaxin fell asleep on the soft cushion, and He Guang Tongchen gently checked her pulse, and carefully added two herbs to the incense.

When the sky lit up with the white light of the fish's belly, the painting heart woke up quietly, and the carriage finally arrived in Qingcheng.

The city gate was tightly closed, and on the high city wall stood rows of soldiers in armor, and among the armor stood a young man, standing on the wall with his hands in his hands, and he was noble.