Chapter 12 Pushing the Knees
To be honest, Xin Zhuo’s call didn’t make sense, just like what Hui Rulan said didn’t make sense either.
But the strength lies in preconceptions, substituting concepts, and adding in arguments and arguments, and even used Lu Xiucai's lines about the dead concubine without life.
In my previous life, my keyboard skills were only average. If the other party said "Read more" or "I'm so bad at choosing words and sentences, I probably didn't graduate from junior high school", I would be so angry that my teeth would itch. Then they exhaled the fragrance from their mouths and sprayed each other with the three-character sutra.
However, where has Hui Rulan seen such a battle? The people she usually met were either gentle, well-informed and polite men of letters, or women and children who worshiped Buddha and worshiped gods but were illiterate. Who had ever said such profound words to her?
Even the old nun in the nunnery who has profound Buddhist teachings only talks about Buddhism with allusions or Sanskrit sutras to persuade people to do good.
Although she felt that the other party might be lying, she had no way to refute it.
So, she froze in place, not knowing how to answer.
"It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in this world. What the little donor said makes sense!"
The enlightened nun Huixin behind her has a bulging chest that rises and falls. She really feels sad What Zhuo said makes sense.
No one responded.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves remain the same.
Han Qiniang and Huang Dagui, who were hiding in a hut in the village, clenched their fists.
The boss is so well-spoken and well-spoken.
Usually, the nuns from Shuiyue'an were defeated, but today they finally moved back into the first round.
"Studying is still useful, no! It's the master who is more powerful!"
Han Jiulang vowed, full of adoration and admiration for his master. Don't say what he just said, even if he memorizes it by rote, he is a The moon may not be able to do it either.
At this time, Xin Zhuo looked at the silent Hui Rulan, cupped his fists and saluted: "Even so, I still want to thank the little master, the ordinary but great little master, who made my soul seem to be washed by the Buddha. Even if Yu Even if the universe is destroyed, I will never forget the reminder you gave me today. If it weren’t for you, I would have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life!” The nuns come to attack in groups.
This is so damn insecure!
Hui Rulan opened her mouth, feeling confused. What did the other party mean by being so arrogant and respectful?
Fortunately, Xin Zhuo immediately answered her doubts: "Since there is no difference between you and me, and I thank you now, what do you have to say to me?"
This... Can we still reciprocate?
“Ah, of course we also want to thank the little benefactor for solving our doubts. Without the little benefactor, we would always be kept in the dark. We are also washed by the sacred light of Buddha. Even if...the universe is destroyed, We will not forget your reminder today.”
Hui Rulan still didn’t reply, but the eyes of Nun Huixin behind her were filled with the light of wisdom, and she responded politely.
"That's very good. Go back and don't come here next time!"
Xin Zhuo turned around and returned to the village, his linen clothes swaying in the wind, and he actually looked a little different.
Han Qiniang and others hurriedly went out to greet them, with excited expressions: "Well done to the boss! We won!"
"It's a joke, are you gone?"
Xin Zhuo did not turn around and winked at the thieves.
Han Qiniang and others looked outside the village with stunned expressions.
Xin Zhuo had a bad premonition. He turned around and saw that nun Huixin had gone back, but Hui Rulan walked straight into the village.
"What else does the young master want to do?" Han Qiniang came over, her face full of hostility.
Hui Rulan smiled lightly. She was obviously a monk, but she was full of charm. She looked past Han Qiniang and looked at Xin Zhuo: "What the little donor said makes sense. The poor nun seems to have a more advanced understanding of Buddhism, so , The poor nun will not leave tonight, and would like to have a long talk with the young benefactor.”
Xin Zhuo: “…”
Han Qiniang and the others looked at each other with question marks on their foreheads. Huang Dagui laughed loudly: "Little nun, don't you look where you are? You are not afraid that we will eat you."
"It is also a great achievement to give this skin to you to fill your belly!"< br>
The words were still the same, but very lethal. Hui Rulan walked straight to a room, which happened to be Xin Zhuo's room.
The door opens and closes.
No one knows what Hui Rulan was doing there, or was she just meditating? Are you planning to have a long chat in the evening?
"What should I do, the boss?"
Han Qiniang looked at Xin Zhuo, bandits were used to it, and there was really nothing they could do about this kind of nun who wouldn't take the bull by the horns. Xin Zhuo had no choice but to encounter a hob meat!
So, is the other party really attracted by my nonsense, or is he dissatisfied and ready to argue again?
“This nun is not serious!” Cui Ying’er said coldly: “Is the word “knee-jerk” used by monks? Are you having sex with a man at night?”
After Cui Ying'er woke her up, Han Qiniang and others all looked at their boss. Could it be that... the last guess was true?
Xin Zhuo felt that apart from leaving the nun to sleep at home, which was a bit weird, it didn’t matter and just let her do as she pleased.
Nothing happened during the day, because they had to guard against sudden attacks from the Tiger Village and the government, so the six of them took turns patrolling the foot of the mountain.
Insecure, Xin Zhuo ran down the mountain with Xiao Huang and stayed there all afternoon.
Occasionally, people can be seen moving at the foot of the mountain, but it is not clear whether they are police officers or passers-by.
...
As night fell, everyone ate something and stood side by side at the door of Xin Zhuo's room, looking inside.
The house was pitch dark. It had been a whole day, and Hui Rulan didn't make a sound. Who knows what she was doing inside.
This kind of dry look is boring.
After a while, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi went back to their rooms to sleep with gloating expressions on their faces. Cui Ying'er took Han Jiulang down the mountain for inspection, and they had to change shifts in the middle of the night.
Han Qiniang, on the other hand, had nothing to do. She stayed with the head master with bright eyes: "That... the head master."
"Say!"
"If she sees that you have martial arts, If you want Lingjin, will you give her saliva to eat at night?"
"This..."
This question was a bit beyond Xin Zhuo’s understanding. Looking at Qiniang’s eyes, he didn’t know whether he was expecting affirmation or denial, and said earnestly: “First of all, she will definitely not ask me for saliva, and secondly, she is a monk. , I won’t accept it, I am a clean person!”
"Then what should I do if I have sex tonight?" Han Qiniang blinked.
"If she insists on doing this, the most she can do is keep each other warm and not have any romantic feelings."
"Huh!" Han Qiniang rolled her eyes and turned back to the house.
The yard was quiet.
Xin Zhuo stood for a long time. In fact, he could just make do with Han Jiulang's room first, just to recognize the bed, but secondly, he had other thoughts.
This nun calls herself the nun of Shuiyuean Wutang. If she can develop into a spirit sacrificer, will she have a good harvest?
After thinking again and again, he went to the kitchen and took out two boiled potatoes, returned to the door, and gently opened the door.
No one answered.
Sleeping?
Pushing the door open, after getting used to the darkness for a while, I vaguely saw a figure sitting next to my desk. His body was motionless and he didn't know what he was doing.
He smiled, groped for the oil lamp, picked up the flint and lit the lamp, turned around with a smile on his face, and then froze in place, almost dropping the potato in his hand to the ground.
Hui Rulan was holding his copy of "The Strange Scholar in the Ancient Temple" and was looking at it with great concentration.
This... the righteous and awe-inspiring persona is gone today.
As if aware of his gaze, Hui Rulan put down the book and smiled lightly: "I have practiced the Canglan Pure Jade Skill, and my eyesight is very good, and I can read books at night!"
Xin Zhuo He put the potato in front of her and thought about it: "Awesome, but I'm curious, do you also read this kind of book?"
"If the donor can see it, why can't the poor nun see it? After all, there is no difference between a bandit and a nun!"
Hui Rulan applied what she learned and answered very appropriately.
Xin Zhuo sat on the bed and said teasingly: "Okay, then I would like to ask the little master, what are your thoughts after reading it?"
Hui Rulan stretched her waist lazily and smiled Qiaoyan. Xi: "The writing is acceptable, but the plot is not good. In order to highlight the affairs between men and women, the rigid explanations and slowed down the pace of the story are a bit far-fetched!
And at that time, the appearance of men and women was purely imaginary and inconsistent. The poor nun knows more about the study of the human body than the author. There are twenty-eight folk techniques and thirty-six tricks for the court, all of which are masterful!”
Xin Zhuo stared blankly at the dignified and beautiful nun Hui Rulan, and was astonished for a moment. This... attained eminent monk!
(End of this chapter)