Chapter 1082 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (39)

Eighteen years later.

Mortal world.

When a light green light flashed across the sky like a shooting star, the birds perching in the dense forest were frightened and flapped their wings.

The sound of flapping wings, the rustling of leaves, and the tireless chirping of cicadas are intertwined in this silent valley, converging into a leisurely and pleasant afternoon forest symphony, extremely quiet.

The green grass on the ground grew randomly, and the squirrels jumped from one end of the treetops to the other, pulling down the pine cones on the trees.

The light green light fell silently, landing behind a big tree.

A light cyan brocade corsage skirt appeared, swirling and drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air.

The slender white fingers rested on the tree trunk. The dark brown tree trunk made the slender fingers as white as jade and the roots as white as green onions.

When the beautiful girl appeared behind the tree trunk, she was silent and unnoticed.

He stuck his head out, and his bright and lively eyes looked outside quietly, as if waiting for something.

She waited for a while and saw someone coming, so she quickly retracted her head.

Standing behind the tree trunk, he opened his small satchel and took out a slender green bamboo leaf.

Bamboo Leaf Green shivered and did not dare to move at all.

The pretty girl, on the other hand, glared at it and motioned for it to bite her.

"." Bamboo-leaf green dare not bite, not even to death.

Shut your mouth tightly and stiffen your body.

She glared at it.

Do you bite or not?

No bite!

No, bite me!

No bite! ! !

Poor little Zhuyeqing and she will fight to the end.

"." She threw it away angrily and threw it on the grass.

Zhu Yeqing ran away in a hurry without looking back.

The beautiful beauty folded her arms, looked down at her feet, and was thinking about whether to twist her feet.

result,

A gentle and gentle voice came from behind, unexpectedly, breaking the silence of the valley.

"Girl, what are you doing here?"

The beauty was frightened and turned back suddenly.

But she saw a monk in simple cloth, carrying a backpack, standing behind her, looking at her quietly.

The eyebrows are delicate and peaceful, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised.

He has a gentle face, is elegant and polite.

The sparse sunlight fell on his shoulders, seeming to cast a layer of soft light and shadow on his body, like the clear and moist Buddha light on the lotus platform, holy and out of the dust.

"." The beauty blinked and looked at him.

Her eyes fell on the herbs in his backpack. She suddenly bent over, covered her ankles, and hissed.

Her snow-white face wrinkled, and she looked at him cautiously.

"I was just walking and accidentally twisted my foot."

"It hurts so much that I can't walk."

"Little master, can you help me?"

The monk looked at her gently.

Qingrou's eyes fell on the ankle she was holding, and then looked at her face, quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"." The beauty was weak, leaning against the tree trunk, her face slightly pale, looking at him eagerly, her red lips biting slightly.

The pure-minded monk slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes were dark, he clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes and saluted.

"Girl, this young monk has some knowledge of medical skills, and he also knows a little bit about bruises and injuries."

"There is no doctor nearby in this barren mountain. If the girl doesn't dislike it, the young monk is willing to take a look at it."

The frail beauty was slightly tearful and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. I wish the little master could help me. Thank you, little master."

She held onto the tree trunk and looked at him.