Jiu'er was doubtful again and looked at the great monk with an inquiring look. That monk was dressed in a gray monk's short robe. He didn't have the glittering cassocks or the dazzling beads. He only had six heads.
There are a few ring scars. Jiu'er is too short, so I can't count how many there are.
Looking at his face again, he has black eyebrows like silkworms lying horizontally on his face, a straight nose and thick lips, a square face and huge ears, a bit like a Buddha statue in a temple, with a touch of righteousness and compassion on his face.
"Several donors have come from afar, please come to the inner courtyard to use some coarse tea and vegetable dishes." His eyes glanced at Jiu'er and Wen Renjue's faces, smiled again, and smiled at Wen Renjue: "As for what the donors are worried about,
Donor, please rest assured that the great monk will do his best."
"Thank you, Master." Wen Renjue immediately bent down and saluted. Behind him, the doctor even knelt down with a plop. His life was his own only now.
Jiu'er wanted to ask Wen Renjue what he was asking the great monk to do for him, but he never had the chance to ask.
As for the great monk, every time he cast his eyes on her, she felt like a mouse being stared at by a cat. She kept looking at the great monk, knowing that even though her imagination was so wonderful, she could not
It can also be seen that this great monk is a real person, and the yang energy in him is a bit stronger than that of Wen Renjue. If such a person is a monster, it would be unreasonable.
But what she was even more convinced of was that this great monk was no ordinary person. From what Wen Renjue said before, no one told the great monk of their arrival, and no one told him their name.
But, he knows.
Is he a fortune teller?
He is a practicing person.
Jiu'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the great monk, but he happened to meet the great monk's gaze that was also looking over. The great monk seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then turned away, but Jiu'er still looked at him from his eyes.
I saw a hint of calculation and a strange lust.
When Jiuer met the great monk's eyes, he trembled violently. Suddenly he felt a dark wind blowing from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body became cold.
"Are you cold?" Wen Renjue immediately felt Jiu'er's discomfort and quickly lowered his head and asked.