"Look, monks are not allowed to get angry, but if you get angry here, you say..." Nie Sangrou raised her eyebrows and stared at Zhang Yunya with a half-smile.
Now Zhang Yunya can't hold back any longer. Just now she was able to pretend to be calm and indifferent, as if she didn't care about everyone's condition, but now?
She was always pretending, but how could she continue to pretend when something happened that made her angry?
"Nie Sangrou, you are so mean, you...how could you do this to me!" Zhang Yunya pointed at Nie Sangrou's face.
Mo Shichen saw that she was not polite when she spoke, and his face turned gloomy on the spot, as if he was about to get angry.
However, Nie Sanrou gently patted the back of his hand, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Don't worry about her."
After saying that, Nie Sangrou looked at Zhang Yunya calmly and continued: "This is a holy land of Buddhism, not a place for us to quarrel and cause trouble.
Miss Zhang, if you can still become a monk, we will wait for you here and accompany you to cut off the three thousand worries. But if you don’t want to become a monk...
Then please follow us out first, and don’t disturb the young masters’ cultivation.”
The little master who brought them here had a look of embarrassment on his face. It was obvious that what Zhang Yunya did was extremely bad.
But it’s not easy for a monk to complain to Zhang Yunya, as she is patient and good-tempered.
My little master is patient, but Nie Sanrou will not be patient.
In Nie Sangrou's words, no one owes Zhang Yunya anything, so why should they accompany her willfully?
Zhang Yunya understood what Nie Sangrou meant and gritted her teeth angrily, "What if I become a monk?"
"Okay, shave your head. Let the little master shave your head now. I think you will look good as a bald nun." Nie Sanrou said, looking at the little master over there.
The young master immediately showed a puzzled expression and pursed his lips, "Female donor, this..."
In fact, they have already seen that Zhang Yunya does not want to become a monk, so they still want her to shave her head. Is this really good?
Nie Sanrou smiled, nodded and said, "There's nothing wrong with it, just let her shave her head."
"You said I would shave if you asked me to? Nie Sangrou, who do you belong to me?" Zhang Yunya saw Nie Sangrou being so active and immediately got angry.
Nie Sanrou squinted her eyes and chuckled: "I just want to see how you look with a bald head. I guess... your face should look very good with a bald head."
When Zhang Yunya heard this, she raised her hand and touched her head. She didn't think her face would look better with a bald head.
She frowned slightly, looked at Nie Sanrou with a dissatisfied look on her face, and snorted: "You are not deliberately making me look embarrassed, are you?"
Nie Sangrou ignored her, but turned around and said to Tang Kexin: "Her hair only grows about two centimeters a month. She really shaved it off and wants to grow it to its current length..."
"It will take at least two years, which means she will have to wear a wig during these two years." Angel said first.
Zhang Yunya actually refused when she heard about wearing a wig. She frowned and said unhappily: "Why should I wear a wig?"
"You are going to shave your head, why don't you wear a wig?" Tang Kexin looked at her and blinked her big eyes, looking very innocent.
In fact, Tang Kexin's eyes are very beautiful, but also deceptive.
If she wants to quarrel with someone, she can completely deceive them with such a pair of clear and translucent eyes.
"I understand, you just want to bully me and see me make a fool of myself." Zhang Yunya gritted his teeth, "Huh, you guys are really hateful. I have never seen people like you!" (To be continued)