Yuan Changhuan looked at it from a distance, and what he saw was a smooth head.

Dressed in a brilliant robe, he almost blinded her eyes.

The monks who said that they were all simple, how could the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple be so extravagant.

The robe is embroidered with gold thread.

Blocking his eyes, Yuan Changhuan saw him getting closer and closer.

The winter noon sun was scattered, and the monk in front of him was clear-eyed and looked young.

Kiyome kept staring at her.

Yuan Changhuan pointed his finger at himself, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "You said me?" ”

There is a Buddha fate, what the hell?

She doesn't even have a Buddha heart, so she can't talk about Buddha's fate.

The monk bowed slightly, looked idle, and flicked his robe lightly, "That's right, it's you." ”

"Don't waste the Buddha's fate given to you."

"Swaggering?" Yuan Changhuan suddenly stretched out his hand, wanting to grab his blind splendid robe, "This is also what you tricked?" ”

The monk who seemed to have no attack power grabbed Yuan Changhuan's wrist between the lightning and flint.

Then the monk looked at her jade hand through his sleeves, and his expression seemed to be smiling.

But in the blink of an eye, let go and take two steps back.

Put your hands together, "Amitabha, female donor, please respect yourself." ”

Looking at the appearance of others, Yuan Changhuan did not ignore the eyes of his fingers, squinted his sharp eyes, took two steps forward, raised his red lips, and was playful and casual, "Afraid that I will insult you?" ”

"Do you still think I have a Buddha fate?"

"Yes." The monk firmly said, "In the past and present life, the Buddha is very important. ”

After a pause, the monk lowered his voice, and the low and clear voice only reached Yuan Changhuan's ear, "The little monk looks at the face of the donor, and feels familiar, he may have a relationship with the donor in the previous life of master and apprentice, how about the donor and the little monk in this life?" ”

Listen to the past life.

Yuan Changhuan's calm heartbeat was fluctuating.

The peach blossom eyes looked at the monk who suddenly appeared, and it became deeper and deeper.

The afterglow skimmed to the corner of the clothes from far and near outside the flower forest.

After half a ring, he raised his eyebrows lazily and said, "You, a little monk, are guilty of provoking a woman from a good family." ”

Originally, there was a forest of flowers.

The sound was clear, attracting the monks outside to rush in.

"Who, who provoked a woman from a good family?"

"Princess Shizi, are you okay?"

The guards brushed to protect Yuan Changhuan and sacrificed their long knives.

Fingers tapped the long knife that was close at hand, and a certain monk recited the sentence Amitabha Buddha and said calmly, "Buddhism is important, you are disrespectful to the Buddha with knives, please take it back." ”

"Who are you, dare to be so rampant with nonsense about my family's concubine." Yu Sain said coldly, "The princess of today's world, how can you fall into Buddhism, you are so bold!" ”

These words prove that Yuan Changhuan was not bullied by this monk.

Instead, it was pointed out by this monk as having a Buddha fate.

Otherwise...... No matter what happens to the flower forest, it will be rumored to be a bad thing.

Yuan Changhuan glanced at the jade satin with appreciation, this little girl is much smarter.

But......

Yuan Changhuan was keenly aware that when the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple saw this extravagant monk, their eyes were all shining with reverence.

It is conceivable that the identity of this monk is not simple.

Dare to dress like this in the Buddhist gate, and be respected by the monks, this identity is intriguing.

In front of the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple, Yuan Changhuan gently and calmly waved away the guards, "This concubine is fine, retreat." ”

"What this master said just now is right, the Buddha Gate is pure, how can you use the knife indiscriminately."

"But the little girl is already married, so I really can't enter the empty door with you."

With that, he put his hands together, made a Buddha salute, and walked away.

The monk stood in place, smiling playfully, and his face with clear eyebrows was inexplicably evil for a moment.