C8

She was graceful and graceful, blooming one step at a time, blooming one lotus after another with each step. Her starry eyes sparkled like the wind, and she spat out orchids from her mouth while her delicate skirt fluttered in the wind …

"All the people die under the peony flower, and being a ghost is also very amorous. This little girl has been continuously dancing for four months, but little Monk Qing doesn't have any feelings for her?" Zhen Wan stopped walking and walked up to Monk Qing. She pinched his chin, forcing him to look her in the eye.

In his previous life, he was the one who begged her to dance … It was only after four months of painstaking pleading that she managed to dance a tune.

"You and your code name are the exact opposite," Zhen Wan released his chin and poked him in the heart. "You can't let it go so easily."

Monk Qing Qing's finger trembled slightly as the wooden fish in her hand slid off. She lifted her head to look at Zhen Wan and replied, "The lady's name is the opposite of her name. Her name is elegant and graceful, but her heart is burning with passion."

Zhen Wan was stunned for a moment. If she remembered correctly, what he had said in his previous life was a flirtation …

She was at a loss of what to do. She held onto her pink-pleated exquisite dress and jogged away.

Ever since the overnight absence of Monk Qing and Zhen Wan, rumors had been circulating around the Qing Shan Temple. No matter where one went, Monk Qing could still be heard.

"Eh? Did you hear? Junior Martial Brother Qing and the new female benefactor are having an argument … "

"I heard that, and I even heard that that female benefactor adored Junior Brother Qing and conceived a child for him!"

"I heard that the female benefactor has been doing Qingwu for our junior for four months. It can't be that she truly admires him …"

"It's normal for people to admire him. After all, it's rare for him to be so handsome."

A few young monks were sweeping the floor and gathered together to chat about random things. They did not notice that Reverend Pu Zhi was approaching them step by step, "Amitabha, quickly shut up. Why don't you clean the floor properly and chew your tongue? This is a peaceful and quiet buddhist land!"

The few young monks all dispersed, lowering their heads to sweep the ground. They did not dare to look at the Arch Lord Pu Zhi.

Inside the meditation room, the eldest disciple of Monk Pu Zhi, Xia Kong, explained the matter regarding Monk Qing to him. "Master, you can clearly stop this, but why did you allow this to develop for more than half a year?"

"Amitabha, he had a grudge against you. If you can't, how can you live up to his name?" "Don't worry, there is a definite conclusion to this. If he doesn't know the answer, then we will let him do as he pleases." Yu Zhi clasped his hands together and said with his eyes closed.

Zhen Wan eavesdropped on the few young monks. She had heard it in her previous life as well, but all those young monks were talking about how Monk Qing had fallen in love with her, and not that she had fallen in love with Monk Qing …

In her previous life, when she found out that Monk Qing had fallen in love with her, she was only anxious and angry. At that time, in her mind, there was only Cao Xian. Cao Xian's elegance, elegance, gentleness, and politeness … She missed the Monk Qing Qing, but she still regretted it in her previous life when she became a person who would rather die than live.

Zhen Wan counted the days. Today was the day that Monk Qing went down the mountain to fetch water. In her previous life, Qing monk and she were jostling by the stream, and she accidentally fell into the river. It was on this very day.

She carried the basin containing the several sweaty dancing dresses and followed the monk down the mountain.

Monk Qing carried a bucket in his hands as he recited the scripture. It seemed to be the scripture of the 'Great Perception Scripture', 'The sky is the sky, the sky is the air, the air is the air'.

Halfway up the mountain, beside the brook, Zhen Wan was playing with Little Fishy by herself. Monk Qing Qing kept chanting the scriptures until the two buckets of water were full, not even sparing her a glance.

Zhen Wan had no choice but to put down the dress in her hands and stand up. She pretended to trip over something and fell into the river. She shouted "Help!" and instead choked a few more times.

Seeing this, Monk Qing Qing also jumped down without hesitation …