Chapter 2938 The Lotus Essence of the Holy Monk (34)

At this moment, the Wanwan Temple, regardless of the drought in the middle of the winter, will be full of flowers and flying cranes.

All things with spirituality will instinctively get close to Ning Chen.

The floating beads were wrapped around his wrists, the golden tassels fell on the sides of his legs, and the fingertips were pale and pure as snow.

Suddenly the golden tassels were pulled.

Ning Chen lightly opened his thin lips and was explaining the scriptures.

His tone suddenly stopped, and when no one noticed anything strange, he resumed the explanation just now.

The boy's voice was sweet and cold, pouring into his ears, washing his mind from distracting thoughts.

The little man grabbed his tassels and climbed up, kicking his legs.

This made Ning Chen's eyelashes tremble slightly, but he still did not bow his head, maintaining a calm appearance.

And Bai Weiwei, who smashed the blood again, bought another damn sticker, trying to win the favor of this broken monk.

Otherwise, you will stay in the Lingchi every day.

When the lotus flowers wither, it is not necessarily the case that the monk's favorability will come.

Bai Weiwei grabbed the tassels and hugged a floating Buddha bead. Like swinging, she swayed, and then released her hands with force.

The whole person instantly slammed into Ning Chen's arms.

The boy who was still explaining calmly at first finally turned his eyes to one side, but saw Bai Weiwei covering her face and smashing towards him.

She shouted, "Monk, I'm going to fall to my death, you have to pick me up."

Under the lotus platform, there are very high steps.

If she falls, she will be injured even if she is light.

The originally holy and cold boy finally showed a hint of helplessness on his face. He sighed lightly, stretched out his beautiful fingertips, and spread it out.

The little man just fell into his palm.

The sudden touch is soft, and her lotus skirt is also very pink and glutinous, giving people the feeling of glutinous rice dumplings.

This sudden scene interrupted the rhythm of the explanation.

The young man pursed his thin red lips and lowered his eyes, his eyes reflecting her rolling body on his fingers.

She finally sat up and immediately gave him a cute smile and a wink.

"Monk, I missed you, so I came to you."

Ning Chen watched her silently for a while, then he casually put her on his knees, and then he raised his head again.

All the monks who were stunned on the stage.

The voice remained calm; "Go on."

The old monk next to him immediately lowered his head and knocked on the wooden fish obediently.

And Bai Weiwei also sat curiously in his palm, looking left and right.

"Monk, don't worry if you are boring yourself, and you have trained a bunch of monks who are even more boring. Can't you do something fun?"

Ning Chen ignored her.

It seemed to him that there was nothing more important than the exposition of the scriptures.

Bai Weiwei snorted coldly, suddenly raised her hand, and sighed at her pointed nails.

Then he scratched his palm.

Ning Chen's face was calm.

Bai Weiwei snorted coldly, scratching her fingertips, his skin was really thick.

It can't be broken.

She frowned, lowered her head, lit up her ten fingernails, and scratched as fast as she could.

Finally, Ning Chen's eyes trembled slightly, his fingertips trembled, and his voice explaining the scriptures was also low.

Bai Weiwei: Scratching to death, you are a stingy bald donkey.

Under the warning of the wooden fish, everyone bowed their heads again and began to listen to the scriptures carefully.

As a result, it was not heard.

Because the young man on stage did not speak.

They raised their heads again, but saw the young man on the lotus platform, squinting lightly, quietly looking at their palms.