C1 Flower Monk Wang Xiao Sou

Nanshan Thousand Buddha Temple's Reverend Master Jack was famous for his high status as a monk, his buddhist skills were profound and his personality was indifferent. However, at this moment, Jack's face was filled with rage, the anger on his aged face was overflowing. However, at this moment, Jack's face was filled with rage, the anger on his aged face was overflowing.

"You shameless things, you actually dare to do such a vulgar thing. You are simply ruining my Thousand Buddha Temple's reputation and insulting my buddhist holy land!"

Seven of Thousand Buddha Temple's most outstanding third generation disciples knelt in front of Buddha, their heads lowered, not daring to speak. Their entire face was flushed red, wishing they could find a hole to hide in.

A small laptop was placed on a cushion in front of them. The screen on the laptop was a temporarily paused movie, with a man and a woman covered in white flowers, doing something that the monks could not understand. It was clearly a love movie about Japan.

A monk kneeling on the ground had shame and regret all over his face. Looking at the furious Zhi Tong, he was trembling with fear. He secretly lifted his eyelids and carefully explained.

"Reverend, this is Martial Uncle's …"

When he heard the name Martial Uncle, the corner of Zhi Tong's mouth unconsciously twitched. The near sixty year old Master Zhi Tong had already become the abbot of the Southern Mountains Thousand Buddha Temple before even reaching forty years of age.

However, since five years ago, when an eighteen year old youth was sent here, the atmosphere of the entire Thousand Buddha Temple had been disturbed in an instant. It was unknown how many times Zhi Tong had been angered, it was already a taboo for the buddhist faith. As the abbot, he had actually broken this rule countless times, precisely because of this special junior brother of his, Wang Xiaojian.

As for the things that happened today, Zhi Tong obviously knew it was Wang Xiaojian who caused it. He really didn't know why that old fellow sent a hoodlum like him to the Thousand Buddha Temple, wasn't this sincerely ruining their Thousand Buddha Temple's reputation!

Zhi Tong was furious. When he thought of Wang Xiaojian's face, he immediately felt helpless. He held his forehead and felt powerless. His tone was filled with melancholy and helplessness.

"You even caused trouble for me on the last day. Go and call Martial Uncle over!"

The monks that were kneeling on the ground all revealed troubled expressions, "Lord Fang, Martial Uncle's whereabouts have disappeared without a trace, we don't know where to go to find him …"

Zhi Tong snorted and gritted his teeth, "The entire South Mountain is such a big place, where else can that brat go?"

Zhi Tong was once again on the verge of burning up. He let out a long sigh, turned around, and looked up at Buddha with an expression of "I have nothing to live for".

"Let's go to the nunnery next door and have a look …"

The morning sun was bright and bright, and in this kind of weather, the nuns would usually come out to wash their clothes and dry their blankets. However, the nunnery's door was tightly shut; a five-pound lock was tightly locked, and the entire nunnery was completely silent, as if a great disaster was about to happen.

After a few hours, there was still no sound. Finally, with a creak, the door of the nunnery quietly opened a crack. A pretty girl peeked her head out and looked around.

The young nun hefted her feet as she carefully walked towards the river. As she walked, she nervously looked around, afraid that the fellow would jump out again.

However, the little nun was too naive. Just as she turned around and squatted down to wash her clothes, a figure flew out from a towering tree behind her!

She landed directly behind the nun. The nun was shocked by the voice behind her. She quickly turned her head and saw the face she was most afraid of. Her feet staggered and she fell backwards!

However, just as the nun was about to fall into the river, her body suddenly stopped in midair and was tightly hugged by the monk in front of her.

"After waiting for a few hours, I finally caught one! "Haha …"

The little nun's face was flushed red. Although she was only a family member and was not an expert, she was familiar with the rules and regulations in her heart. It was not proper for her to be carried by a monk so unscrupulously!

The nun could not help but struggle with all her might. Her face was flushed. "Wang Martial Uncle, let go …"

Wang Xiaojian gently released his hand. The nun wasn't able to stand stably and immediately fell back into the river.

"Ah!

As the nun screamed, Wang Xiaojian carried her back with a helpless look on his face.

"Look, Sister Eli, if I let go of you now, you'll be in the river!"

The pretty face of the nun called Yi Lin was as red as a ripe apple. The current situation was indeed as Wang Xiaojian said; if he let go now, he would definitely fall into the river.

"Then... "Then I'll have to trouble Wang Martial Uncle to carry me to shore …"

Wang Xiaojian carried Eli and walked two steps back. His face instantly became very serious and serious.

"Sister Yilin, how many times have I told you not to call me Martial Uncle or senior? Isn't this calling me a handsome young man? Can I be the same as that old man Zhi Tong?"

"Ah …" "No, I can't call her 'junior'. Also, Martial Uncle, let go of me now …"

Wang Xiaojian's arms were still tightly hugging Eli's waist. Their bodies were stuck together, but his handsome face didn't have the slightest hint of vulgarity. He was completely serious and his tone was very serious.

"Sister Eli, why do you think I should let go?"

Eli struggled with all her might, but Wang Xiaojian's arms were too strong. Hearing his words, Eli answered instinctively without thinking.

"Men and women shouldn't be too intimate with each other. We're all outlaws, and doing this would violate the law!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaojian slowly shook his head. His extremely sultry face seemed to have the bearing of a high monk, as if he hated the fact that he failed to meet Wang Xiaojian's expectations.

"Junior, what you said isn't right. If we were to put meat and wine into our mouths, we should remain calm. As the saying goes, we don't have hearts, but we don't have mouths either." This was also the case with men and women. Although the two of us were hugging each other like this, as long as there were no distractions in your heart, then the matters in the outside world would not disturb you, unless … Unless you have some presumptuous thoughts about this poor monk! "

Eli shivered. She was shocked by what Wang Xiaojian said. It seemed like it made some sense, especially when she heard his last sentence. She quickly shook her head.

"No, no, no …" "I definitely don't have any ill intentions towards Martial Uncle …"

Wang Xiaojian smiled with satisfaction. He hugged his arm even more tightly. Eli's soft body made him feel a little absent-minded. However, he still maintained a calm face and nodded with a smile.

"Since you don't have any presumptuous thoughts, then let's hug for a while longer. This will be beneficial to your cultivation, and since you don't have any feelings for me, why should I care about the outside world? As the saying goes, 'there is no such thing as a mirror' or 'there is no such thing as a tree'.