Chapter 98 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 3
In the meantime, Qingwu finally saw Xu Chen.
The other person, Mo Mo, was about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had a clear air of seeing through the world. I have to say, he was really good-looking.
Half of the pilgrims who come to the backyard every day come because of the rumors about the ginkgo tree, and the other half come to see the little monk.
As for the sick prince, she had not seen it yet.
At dusk, Qingwu sat cross-legged against the tree wall, looking at Xu Chen who came to water with a wooden bucket, and sighed softly.
How can such a handsome little brother be a monk?
Xu Chen was carrying a wooden bucket, and there was not a drop of sweat on his fair face. Even if he was bald, it did not detract from his appearance, and he looked more abstinent.
He was holding a wooden ladle in his hand, watering the roots of the ginkgo tree one ladle at a time. He wore a string of black Buddhist beads on his beautiful left wrist bone.
It is autumn, and the tall ginkgo trees are covered with golden leaves.
The leaves fell with the wind and had already fallen to the ground. The handsome monks and golden ginkgo trees form a unique scene under the setting sun.
Suddenly...
"Hey, little monk!"
A crisp and charming voice came from the tree, breaking the tranquility.
Xu Chen blinked his eyes lightly and slowly put down the wooden ladle.
He raised his head following the sound and looked upward.
Then he saw a beautiful woman in yellow sitting on a branch, her fair feet dangling in the air.
She was looking at herself with a smile, her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.
After being stunned for a moment, Xu Chen nodded to Qing Wu, smiled and asked: "Female donor, what's the matter?"
"I'm just bored and want to chat with you."
After observing him for so many days, she wanted to brush up on his presence.
Xu Chen's smile did not change, "The donor can get down from the tree first. This is the sacred tree of our temple. The donor cannot be so blasphemous."
Qingwu held the tree trunk with both hands and curled his lips with a smile, "It's too high and I can't get down. Why don't you catch me?"
"The young monk can find a ladder for the donor."
Qing Wu: "...That's not necessary, it's just a joke."
"Oh."
Xu Chen lowered his eyes and poured another spoonful of water at the root of the tree.
Qing Wu felt the soles of his feet were getting cold, he shook his feet, and with a flash of movement, his figure disappeared from where it was. Xu Chen, who was under the tree, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at the empty tree trunk, his eyes showing no emotion. However, his fingers unconsciously twisted the sandalwood beads on his wrist.
After that day, Qingwu would appear on the tree at dusk every day, waiting for the little monk to come and water it, but she never spoke to him again. Occasionally, he would throw down a handful of leaves on a whim, and then watch him diligently clean up the fallen leaves.
There were only one of them and one demon in this huge Ginkgo Garden, and he didn't even ask about her origins.
It's a little strange.
Finally, when she sprinkled the fallen leaves again, he stopped and looked at her, "The female donor."
Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and jumped down from the tree, his apricot-yellow clothes flying in the air.
"You called me?"
She landed lightly in front of the monk with an innocent expression.
Xu Chen handed the broom in his hand to her, "If you have nothing to do, you can sweep the leaves in front of the door by yourself."
"You want me to sweep the floor?" Qingwu blinked.
"Yeah."
"..."
She rebelled, "I won't sweep."
After a pause, she said: "Also, I don't call the female donor, I have a name. You can just call me Awu."
The handsome monk pursed his lips and stared at her for two seconds. In the end, he didn't say anything, but picked up the broom again and continued to sweep the floor. When he lowered his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes were clearly defined.
The green weeds were left to dry.
She found a clean place and sat down, supporting her chin with one hand, "Little monk, aren't you bored here alone?"
Xu Chen smiled and said nothing, his beautiful eyes filled with tranquility, "No."
"Then your heart is quite peaceful."
After a while, she spoke again: "What's your name?"
"A poor monk is dusty."
"Oh, this name really suits you. In the virtual world, it is not stained by dust."
The monk smiled and did not answer.
In fact, I didn’t know how to answer it. It was the first time someone complimented my name, and I felt a little confused.
(End of chapter)