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She placed her hand on Monk Qing's shoulder, lightly scratched the back of the Monk's neck and pretended to cough twice.

Monk Qing Qing felt an itch. When she heard Zhen Wan coughing, she looked down at her and asked with concern, "That water is dirty. I'm afraid little benefactor might have choked on a few mouthfuls. Are you able to take it?"

Upon hearing that, Zhen Wan pretended to be weak with her eyes half closed, and replied, "It's alright, but …" Cough cough, my body feels extremely uncomfortable. Isn't it inappropriate to trouble young master to send me back like this? "

Hearing this, Monk Qing Qing's face gradually turned red. She did not continue speaking and did not bring her back to the temple.

Zhen Wan's entire body was drenched. Her light blue embroidered dress was sticking tightly to her body, and her two red beans were faintly discernible. When the Monk Qing Qing lowered her head, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of it.

The sky was getting dark, so Monk Qing brought Zhen Wan to a cave and started a fire. Not for warmth, not to dry clothes quickly.

Zhen Wan sat in front of the firewood and twisted her body slightly, stretching out her arms to let her body dry as fast as possible. After all, it was summer and his clothes dried up quickly. With the help of the burning firewood, he naturally dried up very quickly. The monk's cassock also dried up soon after.

Zhen Wan stood up and walked around Monk Qing. Then, she fell into Monk Qing's arms as if she tripped over something. Her face had a blushing red hue as she lightly gasped for breath.

She moved closer to Monk Qing, her hand moving restlessly on his cassock …

Monk Qing Qing's breathing started to quicken as she suppressed the waves in her heart. She asked calmly, "Little Benefactor, what are you doing?"

Zhen Wan quickly stood up, her face red, and replied with embarrassment, "Nothing …" It's just that I wanted to check out little master's dry clothes. "

In her previous life, she was also in this cave. Thus, she fell into Monk Qing's arms. However, she did not recklessly test him, and it was him who separated from her not long after she entered her heart.

Thinking of her previous life … However, the place they touched him was a place that was as hard as a rock.

Monk Qing let out a sigh of relief, but there was a suspicious red glow on his face. He lowered his head to look at the area under the cassock. His avatar had already become restless. It seems like he had fallen for the mortal world.

It was early morning before they returned to the temple. Monk Qing Qing carried a bottle of water while Zhen Wan carried the washed clothes in her arms.

After that, from time to time, Zhen Wan would gather around Monk Qing. In her previous life, she did this because she missed Cao Xian too much. She wanted to go to his side to listen to him recite scriptures and talk, so her mood would be a lot better. However, in this life, what she did was to cultivate feelings for him and repay him.

However, Zhen Wan didn't know if she should do this or not. If she was too proactive in this life, would it change the outcome …?

"Young master, I wonder what your magic name is?" Zhen Wan looked at the Buddhist monk reading a scripture on the stone steps, then asked.

Without raising his head, he replied, "This humble monk's name is Qing Qing, which means the three thousand matters of the world. This old monk clearly understands the many emotions in this world."

"I think it's Duan Wuchen, a pure and pure relationship, haha —" Zhen Wan patted Monk Qing's back without restraint, teasing him.

"Little Benefactor, please don't spout nonsense." Monk Qing placed the scripture down, raised his head and glanced at Zhen Wan, and then lowered his head and began to read.

"Don't call me young benefactor, call me Lady Wan." Zhen Wan pouted and said.

"En." It was unknown whether the monk agreed or not, but he kept his head bowed and did not move.

In her previous life, Monk Qing was very proactive. She saw that Monk Qing was reading a scripture book and went over to ask for the monastic name while Monk Qing gave an explanation. She mocked him saying that it was exactly the same as in her previous life, but that 'Little Benefactor, please don't speak carelessly' was the same as' Little Benefactor, please understand and be happy '.

Furthermore, Monk Qing took the initiative to ask for her name. He even asked if he could call her Miss Wan … How could all of this change her appearance when she took the initiative?

Zhen Wan was not discouraged. Instead, she intensified her attacks.

Time flew by like an arrow, and she had been in a trance for several months. When the morning bell rang, she would wake up. When the sun rose, she would light the candles in the buddhist hall, and when the monk recited, she would kneel down to listen. Sometimes he would listen to the sound of him falling to the side and sleeping soundly. When he woke up, there was always a blanket on him.

Day after day, when the pear blossoms blossomed in the spring, Zhen Wan held back her skirt and helped Monk Qing water the flowers in the temple. When the lotus blossoms came out of the summer flowers, Zhen Wan, wearing a pomegranate dress, played a song to show the Monk Qing by candlelight at night.

"Miss Wan, how can this world be blessed without compromising on Tathagata and not being dishonorable?"

One night, Monk Qing once seriously watched her perform a flamboyant dance. After she finished, he seriously looked at her and asked.

Zhen Wan was a little disappointed. In her previous life, he had always seriously watched her perform every dance. Moreover, in his previous life, he had always said this: "Miss Wan, you would rather lose Tathagata than be dishonored …"