Chapter 1050 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (7)

The woman's steps were as light and silent as a cat's.

She slowly opened the last layer of covering gauze, and the rich scent of sandalwood immediately hit her face, seeming to completely wrap her up.

With the soft and gentle breath and the bright jade-like back, she blinked and her eyes fell on his smooth head, slightly stunned.

This is

And, monk?

Before she had time to think about it, she heard a rapid knock on the door.

"Sir, are you there? A divine servant came outside, saying that a thief broke into our place and wanted to search."

The person sitting in the bathhouse moved slightly.

He clasped his hands together and slowly opened his plain, dark, narrow phoenix eyes.

The undulating water surface reflected his deep and indifferent eyes, which were empty and without a trace of ups and downs of emotions.

The mist was lingering and the temperature in the bath was very high, but it was as if he couldn't feel the heat. His delicate and cold face was as pure white as snow, so white that it was as plain as day, without sadness or joy.

The peaceful breath on his body seemed to wash away all the darkness in the world, letting go of his inner demons and becoming a Buddha immediately.

The compassionate Buddha has red lips, wrist bones as beautiful as porcelain, and brows that are as indifferent as dust.

He opened his dark eyes and noticed someone behind him, so he was about to make a sound.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of water coming from behind him, and with a splash, a delicate body pressed up against him.

The indescribable fragrance is breathtaking and captivating.

The beauty weakly hugged the holy god and Buddha, and her red lips silently covered his Adam's apple.

Smelling the faint sandalwood on his body, she curled her lips silently and said in a soft voice, "No need to look for it, I'm right here."

She smiled half-heartedly, as if she was talking to someone outside the house.

But in fact, it was clear that only the man in front of him could hear the sound.

The aura of the Buddha was peaceful, warm and compassionate, without sadness or joy, as if nothing could stir up his emotions.

He slowly lowered his eyelids, his brows were peaceful and distant, his hands were clasped together, and his voice was calm and gentle.

"Donor, the Buddhist temple is such an important place, please don't do such frivolous things, it goes against the rules."

To be honest, he obviously didn't have much reaction to her frivolous behavior.

Even though her hand was caressing his chest vaguely, the indifferent and gentle aura on his body remained the same as before, without any fluctuation.

As cold as snow, as fresh as the moon, the compassionate Buddha should sit high on a pure and holy lotus platform, without a trace of defilement.

Now, although the beauty knows it, she is still a bit provocative.

She tugged on her shoulders, hugged his thin waist, and slowly walked around in front of him.

The beauty is wet, and her enchanting peach blossom eyes are dazzling.

She slowly moved closer to him, hooked her arms around his neck, and smiled.

"Little master, let me ask you, what is frivolous thing?"

Incomparably beautiful appearance, white and delicate skin.

She loosened her belt and took off her outer skirt, leaving only the thin inner gauze.

The graceful and charming figure, the soul-stirring body fragrance.

She was smiling but not smiling, and her delicate red lips were close to him vaguely, as if she wanted to kiss him.

And those thin white fingertips slowly went down, from the shoulders to the arms, and then down again, as if tracing his outline.

However, amid the sound of water, her delicate fingertips seemed to scratch his waist inadvertently.

Like a cunning cat, he directly guessed the fatal weakness.

In an instant, Buddha's cool and gentle hands held her down.