Chapter 99 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 4
"Xu Chen, are all other monks as good-looking as you?"
"The little monk doesn't know."
He never cared about looks.
"Besides watering this ginkgo tree, what do you do every day?"
"Practice the Buddha."
"Oh."
Xu Chen smiled slightly and looked at the girl aside, "Donor, do you have any questions to ask?"
Qing Wu changed his hand to support his chin, "As I said, my name is not the donor, my name is A Wu."
"Donor..."
"Awu!"
Seeing the expression on the girl's face that I will bite you if you call her wrong again, the monk paused for a moment, and then changed his words in a good-natured way: "Donor Awu."
Qingwu was speechless for a moment.
She waved her hands expressionlessly, "Forget it, it's up to you."
She stood up and patted the dust on her dress, "You are busy, I will stroll around."
This time, she did not disappear suddenly in front of him, but left Ginkgo Garden in a swaggering manner.
Xu Chen stopped what he was doing and watched the girl walk towards the door.
The ginkgo leaves above were still falling. He raised his hand and picked up a golden ginkgo leaf that fell on top of his head. After staring for a few seconds, he let go and let the leaves fall.
Looking at the tall ginkgo tree next to him, a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.
other side.
As soon as Qing Wu arrived at the temple gate, he felt a resistance.
She tried to take a step, but was quickly pulled back by a suction.
After repeating it many times, she found that she really couldn't get out!
In fact, in the memory of the original owner, she also knew that she had no way to get out of this temple. It's not that there's any external force blocking her, it's that she can't leave her body too far.
And the temple happened to be her scope of activities.
It's so annoying.
Qingwu squatted on the ground depressedly and grabbed a handful of grass.
Is it possible that she has to stay here until she becomes an immortal? Qingwu wandered around the temple wall for an hour without belief, clasping his hands thoughtfully.
Is there any way to avoid being restricted by the ontology?
It was getting dark, so she returned to the ginkgo tree, looked up and down, left and right, and searched through her memories.
Seeing her trying so hard to think of a way out, Bodhi was puzzled: "Master, what are you doing out of the temple?" 】
Qingwu touched his chin and said seriously: "I always feel that the Buddhist atmosphere in this temple is not very friendly to a demon like me."
【……】
But I see that you came and went quite smoothly in the temple just now.
Qingwu lowered his lips, leaned back on the tree trunk, and looked at the darkening sky, "Bodhi, don't you think this scene is very familiar?"
【It's a bit. 】
It's like being in a chaotic space, with the same tree, and the same feeling of being trapped in a space... This feeling is really not good.
At this time, there was a vague figure walking towards this side in the distance.
With Qingwu's current strength, he could clearly see the person coming.
That is virtual dust.
The slender monk, just wearing a simple monk's robe, already has an outstanding temperament.
Looking at his bald head without a single hair, Qing Wu had a sudden thought.
I don’t know what he looks like with his hair.
That look...it's really harmful just to think about it.
After getting closer, Xu Chen seemed to expect that she would be here, and he was not surprised at all when he saw her.
He nodded towards Qingwu as a greeting, "Female donor."
Qingwu no longer wanted to correct this awkward title, "Good evening."
He should have just returned from fasting.
Seeing him walking towards the stone table and bench under the tree, she took steps to follow him.
Xu Chen gently rolled up his sleeves and sat down with his back straight, looking at the nearby ginkgo tree.
Qing Wu sat down next to him and followed his line of sight.
(End of chapter)