Chapter 2951 The Lotus Essence of the Holy Monk (47)

I don’t want to part with my hair and I don’t want to be a nun anymore.

Although the strategy still needs to be continued, the monk's chanting is really terrifying.

Even if Bai Weiwei was determined, she couldn't stop him from chanting sutras like this.

If she listened to it for a few more days, she might really want to become a holy object along with the old turtle behind her.

By the way, that old turtle is also bald.

Bai Weiwei thought it would be better to go out for a walk.

Every day, when I’m not playing, I’d like to calm down and clear my mind.

Don’t get carried away by scripture.

So she left a piece of paper for the monk, and ran out of the temple secretly carrying a baggage wrapped in lotus leaves.

The system gave her a lot of cover, allowing her to escape smoothly.

"Is this also one of the goals of the strategy?"

Bai Weiwei thought deeply for a while and then said, "I want to buy a mirror."

Damn it, she hasn't seen her own face in so long.

The water in the spiritual pool is hazy, and the reflection of human faces in it is too distorted.

She couldn't see clearly and her heart was itching.

System: "Then your body can only last for three days. Remember to come back early."

The prayer beads were detained again.

Ning Chen was afraid that she would tempt him as she grew older.

Give her some strength every day, and even if she is so small, she can't jump out of his hand.

He said that when she changed her mind about practicing cultivation, she would give her the beads.

Bai Weiwei touched her hair and refused.

As she continues to practice, she will truly become a nun.

When Ning Chen saw the note, he came back from morning class.

The paper contained only one simple sentence.

"Monk, I don't want to play with you anymore, I'm leaving."

The little goblin... ran away.

He stared blankly for a while, then the paper suddenly shattered into golden light and disappeared.

Then he sat down with an indifferent expression and continued to read Buddhist scriptures.

The house is empty, and the spiritual pond not far from the door is hazy and quiet.

It was as if all the sounds in the world had passed away.

Ning Chen lowered his eyes indifferently, his delicate face was like a solid sculpture, without any emotion.

I don’t know how long it took.

He just raised his eyes, looked around, and then walked to the door to take a look.

After reading it, he stood still for a while.

Then he came back calmly and continued to meditate on the futon.

Meditated for a while.

He got up again and went to copy the scriptures.

Halfway through writing, he turned to knocking on wooden fish.

Knock on the wooden fish...knock and knock.

But I found that in addition to the sound of wooden fish, it also brought out the tranquility here.

Ning Chen stopped knocking on the wooden fish and sat quietly with his eyes lowered.

The sunlight spreads in, like gold scattered all over the ground.

The shadow appeared from him again.

Pale fingers gently touched his face, and the beautiful fairy who brought disaster to the country and people silently leaned over.

She is so beautiful.

The illusions created by the dark hell are becoming clearer and more beautiful.

Because the longer he spends time with her, the better he understands her

The illusion created by hell becomes more real.

Everything is built on him.

The pale fairy smiled softly, and suddenly she whispered: "Monk, I'm greedy for you and want to eat you."

Ning Chen looked at her indifferently for a while, then stretched out his fingertips to lightly crush her.

Watch her turn into a dark point of light and dissipate into the sunlight.

He stood up slowly and walked out step by step, stepping on the sunshine and carrying the darkness.

She became so small.

Where can I go?

It was probably picked up by a bird after leaving the temple.

Moreover, her foundation is in the spiritual pool. If she doesn't drink water for a few days, she will wither. The water outside cannot save her.

Ning Chen walked to the edge of the pool, filled a bottle with some water, then threw away the beads and turned them into floating robes.