Chapter 827: Private Mortal Hearts [3]
"Who told you to ignore me?" Feng Lan said willfully, "Moreover, you secretly hid that handkerchief, which is clearly a monk with six impure roots, and you still pretend to be garlic in front of me!" ”
"It was just something I picked up by accident, and I'll give it back to her." Wujiang said calmly.
"Then why didn't you pay it back just now? Still take it out and take a peek? Feng Lan said sneeringly.
"There was something more important just now, and I forgot about it for a while."
"A monk can't become a Buddha if he lies!" Feng Lan said sharply, "Although I am a demon, I also know that there is a tongue-pulling hell in the Buddhist sect!" ”
Wujiang glanced at her, but still didn't get angry, just said calmly: "The matter of the little monk has nothing to do with the donor." ”
"Who said it had nothing to do with it? If I say it's related, it's related! Feng Lan sat lightly on the table, her two slender legs dangling one by one, "Since you like her, why didn't you take the opportunity to do good things with her when you were under Mei Die?" ”
"Please don't talk nonsense!" Wujiang said solemnly, but Junxiu's face was a little unnaturally hot.
"Why do you want to disguise your heart?" Feng Lan said as a matter of course, "You achieved good things at the beginning, and now she must be your person!" ”
Wujiang simply closed his eyes and chanted silently, not listening to her nonsense.
As long as the mind is calm, nothing can shake him.
The dream of Hong Huang has already been changed by him.
He would never do anything to hurt her.
Even if he ...... I was almost devoured by my demons......
In his heart, he still yearns for the Buddha.
It's just that occasionally when you worship the Buddha sincerely, you will see that indelible shadow behind the Buddha......
Can he become a Buddha or not?
Feng Lan watched him start chanting again, pouted, and then suddenly pounced forward, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist.
"Don't ignore me." She actually changed the brutality just now and turned to coquettish him.
Wujiang's body stiffened, and he reflexively tried to push her away.
But Feng Lan wrapped her hands and feet around him, holding him to the death and not letting go.
"I saved your life! And for you, chased here from the Demon Realm, and almost died in Huangquan Waterfall, do you know? ”
Feng Lan hugged him tightly and told him about his grievances for days.
Wujiang still didn't open his eyes, knowing that if he didn't apply violent force, it would be impossible to break free from her.
He couldn't use the violence, so he simply closed his five senses, sat down cross-legged, and recited the scriptures wholeheartedly.
He has a Buddha in his heart......
Buddha, please take your disciple out of the sea of suffering......
"Why are you just ignoring me? Am I not pretty? I'm even more bewitching than that little girl who didn't grow up! You stinky monk is so visionless! ”
Feng Lan was anxious, hugged him, and began to deliberately rub and move in his arms, and then held his face, kissed him carefully, little by little, and slowly kissed his lips silently.
Her little hand, reaching through the hem of his robe, slowly descended ......
"Wujiang, I don't believe that you are really so pure, you are a bad monk of Sifan, you should return to the vulgar early, follow me back to the demon world."
Wujiang was still indifferent, and did not give any response to any of her teasing and presumptuousness.
Feng Lan snorted lightly, stinky monk, I don't believe you are really so determined!
You haven't seen the methods of this princess yet, so I must get you!