"When a person is in the mother's womb, he has no hair, and he is happy and worry-free at that time. After birth, hair begins to grow, and all kinds of troubles come one after another, accompanying him throughout his life. Therefore, in Buddhism, hair is regarded as trouble threads, and people are ordained as monks.
It is to cut off the troubles of the worldly world."
Wujiang said patiently.
"After getting tonsured, will there be no worries?"
"The worries of monks have nothing to do with the world." Wujiang said, and suddenly asked: "What is your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" Hua Xi said unwillingly. Suddenly, there was a pain in his foot, and he heard a 'click' sound. Wujiang smiled and said, "Okay."
It turned out that he just suddenly asked her name just to distract her.
Hua Xi wasn't going to let him go just like that, so she frowned and groaned: "It still hurts."
"Take a rest for a while." Wujiang didn't refute her, he just said in a good temper.
"But it's almost dinner time. I'm hungry and want to go back to eat." Hua Xi showed the innocent expression of a little girl and touched her stomach.
At this moment it is already dinner time.
"Then let me help you go back." Wujiang stretched out his hand.
"I can't walk, why don't you carry me on your back." Hua Xi smiled and finally revealed her ultimate goal.
"this……"
"My foot was injured because of you, what's wrong with you carrying me back?" Hua Xi said ruthlessly.
"As long as the female donor doesn't mind, the young monk is naturally willing to help." After saying that, Wujiang turned his back and squatted down.
Hua Xi happily jumped on his back, and her movements didn't look like she had injured her foot and couldn't walk...
Wujiang's figure is not tall, but he is not as thin as Long Qianyue. Under the snow-white cassock, his body is full of strength, and it is easy to carry little Hua Xi on his back.
Of course, Hua Xi couldn't let him be so relaxed. He secretly laughed, touched a piece of talisman paper in his sleeve, and silently recited a spell.
Aggravating, aggravating, aggravating...
As he walked, Wujiang felt that the girl on his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was carrying an iron hill on his back, so heavy.
Every time he took a step, the ground would sink a little, leaving a deep footprint.
Just walking in the bamboo forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Wujiang gradually began to sweat on his forehead, and his breath began to become confused.
"Are you unable to walk?" Hua Xi asked deliberately, "If I think I'm too heavy, just rest for a while."
"No, it's not heavy." Wujiang shook his head, the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks and dripped from his chin.
If I delay any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time for dinner.
Hua Xi was very happy. She was not a petty person, but it wouldn't be too much to discipline him a little.
No matter how they are grouped tomorrow, Xuanyun Sect and Fanyin Temple will definitely be opposed. If she meets his team, she doesn't know what will happen.
This is called weakening the enemy's strength in advance. How clever!
There is a long way from the bamboo forest in the back mountain back to the guest house on the west side, passing through a wide bamboo forest, hundreds of stairs, and a long path.
Carrying such a heavy 'injury', I can't fly anymore, I can only keep my feet on the ground and walk step by step...
Hua Xi hummed "Zhu Bajie carries his wife on his back" and talked to him here and there.
"Am I beautiful?"
"pretty."
"Compared with Shenyue Qianhe of Huanxi Palace, who is more beautiful?"
