He leaned over to her ear and said hoarsely: "Jiang Suihan's original words at the time were that it was difficult to get pregnant, and it was impossible to get pregnant... Otherwise, Jiaojiao and I would try it?"

Nan Baoyi gritted her teeth.

What to try? This guy is lustful!

She was unhappy: "You are very bad in Buddhism."

"This is the back mountain, and it is no longer considered a pure Buddhist land."

Xiao Yi comforted her and tilted her head to kiss her little mouth.

Nan Baoyi quickly pursed her lips and turned her head, not giving her a kiss.

Xiao Yi looked at her stubborn little look and laughed: "If I don't let you go back tonight, do you plan to keep pursing your lips like this?"

"Um!"

The girl made a little noise from her throat, like a rabbit.

She resisted him like this...

Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly dark.

He raised his hand and stroked the corner of her mouth: "I won't kiss you anymore, don't purses."

Nan Baoyi looked at him hesitantly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he quietly let go of his lips.

The howling of wolves came from all around.

Nan Baoyi approached Xiao Yi and kept holding his wide sleeves tightly: "Let's go back? There is no light at all in the mountains and forests, and I'm afraid."

As the lights were spoken, a little orange light appeared from the darkness in the distance.

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What is that?"

Xiao Yi scared her: "Ghost Fire."

Nan Baoyi's eyes were wide open, a little nervous and a little rare.

The orange lights are getting closer.

Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's hand and gradually exerted force.

When she got closer, she saw clearly that the person holding the lantern was an old monk over 60 years old. His beard and eyebrows were white, he was wearing a cassock and kind-hearted eyebrows.

Xiao Yi performed a Buddhist etiquette: "Abbot."

Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows.

The monk who came out to scare people this night turned out to be the abbot of Wanguo Temple.

Huimin smiled kindly and said, "The mountains are dangerous. At night, I am always afraid that wild wolves will go down the mountain and take away some babies. Therefore, I like to patrol at night."

Nan Baoyi's crisp voice: "Then you are really diligent."

Huimin glanced at her.

He smiled: "I'm sending you two back to the temple?"

Three people walked together.

A silver moon hangs high in the sky, frost and snow condensed in the mountains and forests, and dark ancient cypresses lead to the back door of the mountain temple. The crow squats on the branches on both sides of the mountain road, turning his eyes, and watching them curiously towards Wanguo Temple. The black bean eyes are strange and deep.

Huimin said slowly: "The donor of Nan Xiao looks quite smart."

Nan Baoyi didn't be polite to him: "Yes, I've always been very smart."

Huimin laughed twice: "The donor Nan has experienced life and death. I think his understanding of life and death is much more profound than that of ordinary people like us."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She stared at the old monk's back, and he led the way with a lantern in his hand, but his back was completely black.

And his words...

Is it what she meant?

Xiao Yi held her little hand back.

He stared at the old monk's back, and a little murderous intent suddenly emerged from his narrow phoenix's eyes.

Huimin laughed again, as if her eyes were growing on her back: "I didn't intend to be enemies with you, so why should you have a murderous intention to fight against you? But when I comprehend Buddhism, I always cannot understand life and death. I happened to meet the donor Nan Xiao, so I just wanted to ask her what she thinks."

Nan Baoyi didn't say anything.

The propositions of life and death have always been very heavy.

How can I say it clearly after a few words?

On the cold night of the mountain temple, the moon is in the middle of the sky, but fine snow falls quietly.

The beasts rushed by in the mountains and forests, flew away the large group of crows living in the valley, and rushed towards the full moon in the night snow.

Xiao Yi took off his cloak, tied it between Nan Bao's neck, and carefully put a hood on her.

Nan Baoyi looked up at him.

The man lowered his eyes and his handsome face was not visible.

But the movements are very gentle.

She felt very warm.

She remembered the warmth of this moment deeply. What is life and death at this moment?

It has been nearly two days since I returned to the Zen Temple.

The Zen temple was brightly lit, and the palace maids were waiting under the eaves, ready to deal with Xiao Qingyang's nightmare at any time.

The monks sat around the yard, everyone holding red painted wooden fish. The sound of wooden fish and the sound of exorcism chanting scriptures were continuous, and they were particularly solemn and dignified.

The inner flower window was closed and covered with talisman paper with strange symbols.

Nan Baoyi embarrassedly: "Where is this... catching a ghost?"

Xiao Yi sneered: "How can there be ghosts and gods in the world? How ignorant it is to hope for these illusory things."

He does not believe in ghosts and gods.

Nan Baoyi whispered: "But both Anshen Tang and Anshen Xiang have been used, and various ways have been investigated. The reason for the nightmare can't be found out. Only when you are desperate can you ask for ghosts and gods?"

Xiao Yi sneered.

No matter how desperate he is, he will never ask for ghosts and gods.

What is the use of something that is not in the world?

The two walked to the corridor and the palace maid brought hot tea and snacks over. While eating, she waited to see if Xiao Qingyang would have a nightmare tonight.

Buddhist temple.

Xiao Qingyang sat on the couch.

Three thousand black hairs are scattered like waterfalls, and the delicate and cool faces reflect a different kind of tenderness like water under the light golden candlelight, with all kinds of charms.

She stared at the young monk on the futon.

He half-closed his eyes and was pounding the wooden fish.

It was because of his excellent kung fu that the old abbot sent to her room to protect her.

The crane-shaped lamp is ancient and quiet. He sat under the lamp, his appearance is as bright as the moon among the clouds, and his side face is as cold as frost and snow that cannot be approached.

He was ordained for only half a year, and became a famous monk because of his erudition and knowledge accumulated over many years of study abroad, proficient in the words of the Sanskrit Kingdom, and good at translating scriptures.

She hugged the brocade quilt and whispered: "Nan Chengyi, you and I used to be a wanderer and took it as our mission to save the world. Now you have become a monk and want to save the world through Buddhism. But your six senses are not yet pure, how can you save others?"

Nan Chengyi did not answer her.

A strong resentment surged out of Xiao Qingyang's chest.

She walked to him and condescends: "Nan Chengyi, you do not distinguish between good and evil, and you are wrongly accused me of killing Xiuxiu. You are so confused. Which family of Buddha do you go to? You hate me so much. You can't let go of hatred or love. You have no place to worship Buddha in your heart. Which family of monks do you become?!"

At the end of the conversation, the girl was hysterical.

Nan Chengyi still lowered his eyes and slapped the wooden fish calmly.

Xiao Qingyang was angry, snatched the wooden fish and smashed it to the ground fiercely.

Nan Chengyi opened his eyes and looked at the wooden fish rolling to the corner, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness is bright and has not been tortured by nightmare. If it is just a farce, I will say goodbye."

"you--"

Xiao Qingyang couldn't bear to leave him.

She quickly grabbed his monk's sleeve, lowered her head, and whispered: "You, don't leave...at least, please stay at least for a night. When I was traveling to study, I slept on the cliff, and I slept in the snow and ice. You always keep watch over me, I am very at ease."

The monk with a jade-like face, facing the humble voice of the emperor, had no expression in his facial features in the light and shadow.

He lowered his eyes.

The girl dyed Danke's slender jade hands and put them on his crow-green monk's robe.

Xiao Qingyang noticed his gaze and quickly let go of his hand.

She took two steps back and returned to the bed sadly.

The rebellious and noble prince lie in the brocade quilt, as obedient as a rabbit: "I'll sleep, brother of the Nan family, don't leave..."

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Chapter completed!