"Who told you to ignore me?" Feng Lan said willfully, "Besides, you secretly hid that handkerchief. You are obviously an impure monk, and you are still pretending to be a fool in front of me!"
"It was just something I picked up accidentally, and I will return it to her." Wujiang said calmly.
"Then why didn't you return it just now? And you took it out to peek?" Feng Lan said sarcastically.
"There was something more important just now, I forgot about it for the moment."
"A monk who lies cannot become a Buddha!" Feng Lan said sharply, "Although I am a demon, I still know that there is a tongue-pulling hell in Buddhism!"
Wujiang glanced at her, but still didn't get angry. He just said calmly: "The little monk's matter has nothing to do with the donor."
"Who said it's irrelevant? If I say it's relevant, it's relevant!" Feng Lan sat lightly on the table, her two slender legs swaying, "Since you like her, why didn't you take the opportunity to make things with her when you were under Mei Die?
What’s the good thing?”
"Please don't talk nonsense!" Wujiang said seriously, but his handsome face felt unnaturally hot.
"You obviously want it so much, why do you have to disguise your inner feelings?" Feng Lan said matter-of-factly, "You guys accomplished good things back then, and now she must be yours!"
Wujiang simply closed his eyes and chanted sutras silently, not listening to her nonsense.
As long as his mind is calm, nothing can shake him.
The prehistoric dream had already been changed by him.
He would never do anything to hurt her.
Even if he... was almost swallowed by his inner demon...
In his heart, he still looked towards the Buddha.
However, occasionally when I pray devoutly to the Buddha, I will see the beautiful shadow behind the Buddha that cannot be erased...
Can he still become a Buddha?
Feng Lan looked at him and started chanting sutras again, pouted, and then suddenly jumped forward, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist.
"Don't ignore me." She actually changed her arrogant attitude and started acting coquettishly towards him.
Wujiang's body stiffened, and he reflexively wanted to push her away.
But Feng Lan wrapped her arms and legs around him, hugging him tightly and not letting go.
"I saved your life! And because of you, I chased you here from the Demon Realm and almost died in Huangquan Falls, do you know?"
Feng Lan hugged him tightly and told her the grievances she had felt over the past few days.
Wujiang still didn't open his eyes, knowing that if he didn't use violence, it would be impossible to break away from her.
He couldn't use violence, so he simply closed his five senses, sat down cross-legged, and recited the scriptures wholeheartedly.
He has Buddha in his heart...
Buddha, please lead your disciples out of the sea of suffering...
"Why are you just ignoring me? Am I not beautiful? I am more coquettish than that immature little girl! You stinky monk has such no sense!"
Feng Lan became anxious, hugged him, and began to deliberately rub and move in his arms, then held his face and kissed him carefully, little by little, and slowly kissed his lips that were chanting silently.
Her little hand reached through his clothes and slowly downwards...
"Wujiang, I don't believe that your six senses are really pure. You, a bad monk who thinks about the world, should return to secular life as soon as possible and follow me back to the devil world."
Wujiang remained indifferent and did not respond to any of her teasing.
Feng Lan snorted softly, "Smelly monk, I don't believe you are really so determined!"
You haven't seen the methods of this princess before, I must get you!
