Chapter four hundred and forty-four micro-fluorescence has light but not fire
Amid the pearly light, Bai Shu raised his head somewhat numbly and was speechless for a moment.
The treasure curtains woven with shark beads gently hit each other, making a tinkling sound.
A beautiful female fairy stood not far in front of her, with a calm expression on her face, showing no emotion or anger.
"I have just attained Vajra Ceremony..."
Bai Zhu lowered his head in despair:
"How to fight this???"
Wuming, you must be fucking poisonous!
Where can I get a demon-suppressing tower? A demon-suppressing tower that can train a female fairy in the sixth realm?
Bai Shu raised his head carefully again, looking like he was about to speak but hesitated.
"Who is that old friend of the sect leader?"
"Monk, a very slippery monk."
The beautiful female fairy said calmly:
"The first time I met him was in the martial arts academy of Kongang Temple. At that time, he boasted that his iron fists could beat all Taoists in the world, that he had stepped on Taiwei Mountain and suppressed Taoism with his palms. The Taoist masters were all stunned when they saw his fists and feet.
I want to jump out of my grave and praise you profusely.
A group of silly monks from Vajra Temple were coaxed into running around by his big words, and they all believed them. It was really ridiculous. He had never even gone out to Vajra Temple at that time, and how many people did he meet?
I couldn't hold back my anger, so I attacked him from behind and hit him with a golden bell."
"Then……"
The female fairy spoke softly: "He was almost beaten to death by him using the Demon Suppressing Tower."
Bai Shu didn't speak, he was silent.
Brother, do you like oral pleasure so much?
I really can't tell.
"I don't remember..."
Bai Shu said silently in his heart:
"I don't remember that I like oral pleasure so much..."
The fairy's voice continued, and she seemed to be laughing. Her smile was like tiny ripples on a clear lake, slightly stirred by the wind.
"I fought with him many times, and every time, I never won. I was beaten badly by him. Every time, he didn't let me.
I always thought that he was a stupid person who didn’t understand women and might never like women in his life.”
Jiang Mei's voice was very soft, like the gentle poplar flowers in April falling slowly into the spring stream.
"I went to see him chanting sutras, and I saw him sitting on the mountain, meditating with his eyes closed, and the wind fell on his shoulders. He sat there all day long.
He has been dead for so many years, and I feel like I have never known who he was.
Is it the great Zen master who integrates the northern and southern Buddhist lineages, or the shameless monk who boasts? It seems that I have never understood him, and he has never given me a chance to understand him."
Bai Shu suddenly felt a little palpitated. He turned his eyes away from his golden eyes, inexplicably afraid of looking at Jiang Mei.
"I watched him chanting sutras in the Thousand Buddha Hall. The moonlight in the hall was extinguished and the sky was pitch black. When he stretched out his hand, he couldn't even see his sleeves clearly."
Jiang Mei was silent for a long time:
"I am very afraid of the dark, but I dare not say it. He is the only one in the Thousand Buddha Hall. I am afraid, but I hate showing weakness to him.
I am a Taoist disciple, so I cannot be afraid of the dark, otherwise everyone will laugh at me..."
Jiang Mei's voice suddenly stopped and stopped abruptly.
In her memory, in the dark Thousand Buddhas Hall, when she was about to cry, the monk in white looked disgusted, but he still turned around and pulled her up.
"You were very strong when you hit me. Why, do you want to hit me again?"
The monk's voice was like a fly, buzzing over him:
"The poor monk killed the King of Kansai with a fist and shot a nine-headed insect with an arrow. Which of the great achievements of these descendants of Fuze were not done in the dark? Little comrade, you are so greedy for life and afraid of death, I'm afraid you won't be able to make a revolution!"
Jiang Mei had never heard of the King of Guanxi, let alone the Nine-Headed Insect, but pulling on the monk's robe and listening to him buzzing in front of him, he somehow felt less afraid.
Jiang Mei pursed her lips, and her dislike for the monk suddenly faded away.
She secretly used strength to grab the monk's small hand at the corner of his clothes and tightened it a little tighter.
Snap!
"You're going to die!" The monk hit Jiang Mei's hand mercilessly, then turned around and glared at her: "You've scratched the poor monk's new clothes!"
One by one, the lamps and candles blown out in the Thousand Buddhas Hall were lit one by one by the monks in white.
The gentle, small flame dancing in the lamp emits a warm yellow light. The statues of thousands of Buddhas are all lit up by the candlelight. Their faces may be majestic, compassionate, joyful, or silent.
The darkness was driven away by the flames, and the huge Thousand Buddhas Hall was illuminated. Jiang Mei raised his head, and the monk's eyes seemed to be shining brightly.
In the sea of brilliant light that filled the hall, the monk in white smiled slightly and lowered his eyes.
His lips moved slowly, but Jiang Mei, who was in a daze, did not hear clearly what the monk said.
Jiang Mei only saw the clouds opening and the moon appearing, and the lake reflecting the moonlight. Faintly, she heard the first bell ringing tonight.
Memories were like a revolving lantern, flashing through his mind scene after scene. Jiang Mei lowered her eyes in silence for a long time.
It really looks like...
A few steps away from her, the handsome young man with golden eyes pretended to be indifferent, but his eyes could not conceal his vigilance. He was dressed in military uniform and full of heroism.
Jiang Mei was in a daze for a moment. She stared at it for a long time, and her fingers trembled slightly.
"metropolitan……"
Baizhu's scalp felt numb. He gritted his teeth and considered his words:
"Why did the sect master say this to the young general?"
"Am I beautiful?"
"Huh?" Bai Zhu was stunned.
Quietly asked the holy monk if his daughter is beautiful~~~
Bai Shu quickly shook his head, cutting off the inappropriate and irrelevant associations in his mind.
"Am I beautiful?" Jiang Mei asked again.
"……beautiful."
"you……"
"The young general has a Taoist companion!" Bai Shu, who made his own decision, took the lead and made the final decision.
"I just want to ask." Jiang Mei smiled softly: "Have you ever heard of a poem?"
"Flying to the Qianxun Pagoda on the mountain, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rise.
Don’t be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level.”
Without waiting for Bai Shu's reply, Jiang Mei spoke on her own: "He sang this poem before going down the mountain. After so many years, I have always kept it in my heart."
Good on you, you perverted monk!
Not only do you flirt with women, you actually copy poems?!
"metropolitan……"
Baizhu, whose heart was turbulent, grimaced. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted again.
"In Yedu, the aristocratic families and the owners of the Holy Land decided that there is no possibility of relaxation between Zheng and Wei. The thousand-year blood feud cannot be resolved overnight."
Jiang Mei shook her head:
"In Yedu, I met the ancestor of Jiejing Mountain, the first divination person in eight thousand years."
She smiled, and instantly the ice melted and the snow melted:
"Guess what I calculated?"
"How do you know, young general?" Bai Zhu was expressionless for a moment.
"You'll know."
Jiang Mei's smile was as bright as a flower, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, like a cat that had stolen a small dried fish.
