Chapter 105 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 10
Qingwu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then put down the bamboo stick in his hand.
"No need."
Xu Chen pursed his lips slightly, took a step forward, looked down at her black and white eyes, and asked warmly: "Why don't you try?"
She came here today to seek marriage and a future, right?
Qing Wu chuckled, his eyes slightly curved: "What's the reason? Just ask for a fortune on a whim, and then stop asking if you're not interested. It's as simple as that."
She smiled and turned around, "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore, Xu Chen. I'll see you again when I have time."
Seeing the girl waving away coolly, the young monk behind him pursed his lips tighter.
But he didn't see the girl's eyes suddenly turn cold when she turned around.
Four blank signs, how could it be such a coincidence.
God's will...
Oh, it’s really God’s will.
Really, after doing the task for so long, I almost forgot that there is a nasty Heavenly Dao above my head.
Was it warning her?
Qing Wu walked out expressionlessly, his whole person exuding a dangerous aura.
Then, they will have a fight to see who wins in the end.
Sensing her mood swings, Bodhi asked worriedly: [Master... have you noticed something? 】
"It's okay", she suppressed her exposed breath.
[Well, Master, now I have news to tell you. 】
"What?"
[The prince of Qinglong Kingdom, also known as Qiyunzi, is back. 】
Qingwu said "oh" lightly, indicating that he understood.
But after a pause, she asked casually, "Did you come back intact?"
[...He suffered some internal injuries. 】
Qingwu curled his lips in disappointment.
Just some internal injuries? She thought she would be missing arms and legs.
Qingwu thought as he slowly returned to Ginkgo Garden. After the lottery incident, she still went to see Xu Chen every day, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
In the clean and elegant Zen room, the young monk sat on the futon, gently twirling a Buddhist bead bracelet in one hand and looking at the heavy rain outside indifferently.
Thinking of A Wu's occasional absent-mindedness in the past few days, he looked away and closed his eyes in thought.
After sitting quietly like this for a while, he casually put the beads back on his hand, then stood up and walked out.
When I walked out of the Zen room, I met two senior brothers.
A slightly fat monk saw him coming out and greeted him with a smile: "Junior Brother Xuchen, do you want to go out?"
Xu Chen glanced at him lightly, "Yeah."
The senior brother shrank his neck slightly.
Looking at his slender and handsome back, the senior brother looked at the monk beside him doubtfully.
"Have you ever felt that Junior Brother Xuchen has been a little strange lately?"
"Strange? What's strange?"
"I can't tell..."
It just feels like... there's a little more mundane atmosphere.
If I read it correctly, he just...wasn't he a little unhappy?
My former junior brother seemed too close to a perfect god and Buddha, looking ruthless and desireless.
Outside the house, Xu Chen held an oil-paper umbrella and walked through the corridor. The corners of his cassock were wet by the raindrops that drifted in.
He returned all the way to Ginkgo Garden.
It is already winter, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree have long fallen off. Now only the lonely branches are left, like an old man in his twilight years, declining and lonely.
Looking at the bleak ginkgo tree, Xu Chen's eyes were slightly filled with excitement.
"Void dust."
Qing Wu leaned against the pillar and looked at him with a half-smile, "How long do you plan to watch? Why don't you come in to take shelter from the rain?"
The heavy rain was still heavy, and the dripping water from the eaves formed a curtain.
Xu Chen raised his eyes and found that the rain curtain was hazy, and the slender figure was a little blurry.
This time, she wore a cyan Liuxian skirt.
(End of chapter)