"The poor monk happened to return to Qingcheng, so it seems that the donor and the poor monk are not only like-minded, but also compatible. He Guang Tongchen smiled shallowly, spoke not in a hurry or slowly, and spoke at a soothing speed that made people lose their temper, "Although the donor is in a hurry to cross the river and tear down the bridge, the poor monk is still willing to send the Buddha to the west." ”

At this time, the painting heart noticed that a delicate carriage had been parked in front of the dilapidated deserted temple, but it was not a little monk who drove the car, but an ordinary little servant, standing respectfully by the carriage and waiting.

This carriage, naturally, was sent by Heguang Tongchen last night, specially prepared for the painting, otherwise with her weak body at this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to move an inch.

Every inch of the sore spot in Huaxin's body seems to be seen through by Heguang Tongchen, and Huaxin saw that there was a hint of cunning in his kind eyes, as if he had eaten her, and said: Now you have no choice.

"What kind of system does the little monk and the female fairy take in the same car, if you go back like this, I'm afraid the old monk will scold you. The painting heart looked for the head and deliberately pushed back.

"The female fairy is relaxed, and no one dares to hold the poor monk accountable. Although he smiled modestly, he exuded an inviolable dignity around him.

Huaxin secretly laughed at him with such a big tone, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Don't the Buddha dare?"

"The Buddha's eyes are clear, and he sees the poor monks helping the poor and helping the needy, why should he be responsible?" and Guang Tongchen smiled, and his tone was light and light.

Painting heart is impatient to talk to him Zhou Xuan again, open and honest, "I don't have to worry about my business, little monk, if you really want to thank me, why don't you give me some medicine." ”

He Guang Tongchen groaned for a while, frowned, and said, "This medicine is not an antidote, what is the use of giving it away?"

"Little monk, you can't solve it, donor, I heard that someone can solve it, I am going to find him on this trip, you give me some medicine to slow down the toxicity first, so that I can last two more days." Huaxin said, and unceremoniously stretched out his hand to Heguang Tongchen to ask for medicine.

"The poor monk knows who you are looking for. He Guang Tongchen smiled, and his clear eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, "Since you go to find him, then you have to go with the poor monk?"

"Why?" the painting was confused, and then suddenly said, "Do you know the same dust as the light?"

"It's more than knowing. "With the light and the dust on his head, he couldn't help laughing, he never thought that there was really no one in the world who couldn't recognize him.

"Can he really cure the poison of the gods?"

"Hmm. ”

"Did he teach you?

He Guang Tongchen didn't know how to answer Huaxin's first question, and replied vaguely, "Hmm." ”

Huaxin was immediately overjoyed, his eyes were eager, and he said urgently, "Since you will solve it, then I won't go looking for him, little monk, you will cure the poison for me, and save me from wandering in a foreign land." Whatever benefits you want, just ask, I can allow you. ”

"It's not that the poor monks don't save it, it's just that the medicine is hard to find, and it won't be available for a while. ”

"What kind of medicine do you want?"

Seeing that Heguang Tongchen's face was embarrassed, the painting frowned and pondered, no matter what medicine he leads, there are no strange flowers and plants in her painting valley, and he should always be able to find it, and said, "If you prescribe me a prescription first, I will go back and dispense the medicine myself." ”

"There is a medicine, and there is no one in the world except the poor monks. ”

"What medicine?"

Huaxin asked, but Guang Tongchen didn't answer, and Huaxin wanted to ask again, but in Heguang Tongchen's gentle smile, he silently stopped Wei Qi's lips.

Seeing that the little monk's appearance didn't look like a lie, Huaxin was still hesitating nervously, or because of the sudden disappointment that affected his emotions, the devouring god was poisonous again, and it was menacing, and the thunder was rolling, Huaxin covered his heart and slowly leaned down, his white lips bit out one after another bloodshot, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't speak in pain.

A snow-colored sleeve robe hung down, a white jade palm stretched out, light sandalwood, fragrant, in a trance, the picture is so familiar that the painting heart is a little unable to distinguish between reality and memory.

"Idiot, are you here to pick me up?"

Whispering like a gossamer, the painting heart was dizzy and put the trembling fingertips on the hands that were as white as jade, and the light and dust fingertips were slightly strong, and led her to fly towards the carriage, and the painting heart faintly saw the sky that had just stopped raining, and the wild grass outside the deserted temple.

Suddenly, it was dark, and the carriage had entered.

The carriage burned with an incense burner, and a few wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner, which was a rich and rich sandalwood incense. He Guang Tongchen added a few more flavors of medicine to the incense burner, and the pain in the heart of the painting finally slowly disappeared.

Although she felt that this was inappropriate, when she lay on the soft gold wool carpet in the ornate carriage, she immediately gave up the idea of trekking on her own. After all, for tens of thousands of years, she has been used to flying around, and after she has become a waste material all of a sudden, she can't pinch the trick, can't soar the clouds, and can't even ride the wind and sword, she really doesn't know how to rush like an ordinary mortal.

Let alone...... This should probably ...... It's not a lonely man and a widow in the same room, it's so good that it's a monk, a monk who doesn't understand the amorous style and has a gentleman's heart, it should be okay to think about it......

The painting heart is so calculating, comforting himself......

The carriage drove around the stone-paved wilderness, the curtains around it were down, the carriage was dark, and as soon as the light and dust got into the carriage, they meditated cross-legged again, and the silence around them could only be heard the hoarse sound of the wheels running over the stone road and the faint rolling of thunder in the clouds.

After the carriage traveled for half an hour, the painting heart that had absorbed the elixir felt more and more comfortable, and after being comfortable, he felt bored again.

There is a nerd who can only read books at home, and when he goes out, he meets a little monk who can only meditate, and he is bored lying in the spacious carriage, and he does not consider how sultry her lonely man and widow are in the same room.

The city is in the south, and Qingcheng is in the north.

The carriage became colder and colder the further north it went, and Guang Tongchen lit a soothing incense in the car, painting his heart and body weak, unable to withstand the bumps of the carriage all the way, and fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, he found that there was an extra layer of soft jacket on his body, and there were two plates of dim sum on the desk, and the monk was still sitting on the side meditating, as if he had never moved for several hours.

A high cold monk, the heart of the painting has been identified.

Since the monk was dismissive of her, she also decided to ignore the monk. Huaxin ate the monk's pastries and slept in the monk's carriage, but she did not hide her suspicion and scrutiny of the monk, her eyes wandered repeatedly, and she thought about the monk's intentions.

As the saying goes, a monk can't run the temple if he can run, and Huaxin decided that if this monk really dared to calculate her, she would definitely go to demolish his temple.

After eating and drinking, he patted the pastry scraps on his hands and asked tentatively, "Monk, which temple are you offering Buddha?"