Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“Exactly.” The monks shook their heads and stopped talking about it.

The sunken wood white in the corner of the desk gave a slow sigh of relief.

“People are gone, please return.” Forget the dust.

Shen Kibai saw that he was determined to chase people away, and he didn't want to stay with his thick face. He had to look out the window and see no one else. He just turned back. “Just go, you monk, this is really not funny. ”

As she said, she turned the window out and immediately disappeared.

Forgetting the dust, it took a while to retract his gaze and close his eyes, twisting the Buddha's bead to say something.

The life of monks is very self-disciplined, in addition to completing daily homework and reading scriptures, the rest of the time is to rest and sleep.

Forgetting the dust was no exception, after reading a time of scripture, when he had reached the highway, he was about to extinguish the oil lamp on the table and heard the sound of the window being tapped gently, accompanied by a low, soft voice, "Monk, monk. ”

Forgetting the dust for a moment, I didn't know why, so I opened that window.

In the light of the oil lamp, a beautiful face smiled at him and shook the candy gourd in his hand, "Monk, I invite you to eat the candy gourd. ”

Forget the dust touched the candy gourd in her hand, a bright red one, heard Zhiqiang mention once.

“Amitabha Buddha, the female patron, the poor monk thanked you for your kindness.” He held up the Buddha's bead in his hand and gave a gift with his hands together.

Shen Mubai knew that this was a euphemism. He had to roll his eyes and bite one of the candy gourd ways on his right hand side. “You can't eat in the temple, vegetarian is fine. ”

Forgot to twist a Buddha's bead, "as long as the female donor does not disturb the others in the temple. ”

Shen Kibai said, "Come on, if you're the only one, I'm dying of headaches. ”

This sweet and sour candy gourd is delicious and she couldn't bear to bite another one.

Forget the dust to look at the past, was supposed to rush people. Seeing that lip was like a layer of honey, it was bright red, and I couldn't help but slightly reddened my earlobes. Remove my gaze. “Please go back, your heart is poor monk. ”

Shen Wood whispered a word of bald donkey and smiled hip-hop. “Now that I've got it, I'll leave it here.” She said, putting the neat candy gourd in her hand on the table, then quickly flipping over and leaving a message, "Don't leave it for the little monk named Zhikong, I've just secretly placed one for him. ”

After she walked away, she forgot to read a clear heart spell before putting her eyes on the table.

The colour of the candlestick under the candle fire was very bright. Like the lip, he stood still slightly, knowing that he was trying to make a mistake. He could not help but read the Amitabha Buddha, which turned off the lights and took off his coat and lay on the bed.

If, as before, this time of year, the dust has fallen asleep, but tonight I don't know why, I've turned a few times, or I haven't had much sleep.

The candy gourd is still lying quietly in the night, with occasional crickets coming out of the window, the moon hanging high in the sky, clean without a trace of flaws.

After a long time, the person on the bed sat up and lit the oil lamp on the table in a slight chirp.

Then peel off the paper wrapped candy gourd and bite.

The sour and sweet taste spread through his mouth, and he couldn't help but faint, and then revealed a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.