Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 173 Am I Not as Good as Ji Bumeng?

"Fu Ling, this is for you." Song Minmin was the first to take care of her little sister, and was the first to hold the flower swab in front of Fu Ling.

Fu Ling took the flower stick, just as she held it firmly, a hand stretched out in front of her, and took the flower stick out of her hand.

"I happen to have a wish that I want to make, so I accept this flower lotus." Ji Bumeng snatched the flower lotus and waved it in front of Fu Ling, as if he was very happy to be able to take her flower lotus .

Fu Ling looked at her empty hand, but she didn't particularly care about it. She had a wish, but she didn't particularly want to write it on the flower lottery.

"Why are you snatching Fuling? There's something wrong." Song Minmin gave Ji Bumeng a glare, and then stuffed Fuling with a flower swab.

"What kind of flower lottery do you write, can your wish come true by writing it down? If you have any wish, you have to work hard on your own." Lin Zhixing swept away the flower lotus in Fu Ling's hand, and he took the flower lotus He tossed it in his hand, disdainfully speaking.

Fu Ling opened her mouth, wanting to say that if she wants a flower lottery, she won't go get it by herself!

But forget it, she doesn't want flower lottery that much...

"Whoever grabs Fuling's flower lot again, I'll scold him to death!" Song Minmin was more angry than Fuling, but Lin Zhixing was angry not once or twice, and he might not understand why you were angry even if he lost his temper with him. I can only swallow this breath.

"Fu Ling, hold it, don't keep being snatched away." Song Minmin put the flower swab into Fu Ling's palm again, and closed her fingers together.

Fu Ling's right hand was clenched into a fist, tightly holding her flower stick.

Mo Ran and Hong Zhinu also took flower sticks, and everyone carved their wishes on the flower sticks.

Fu Ling hadn't carved yet, she looked up and looked around, and found that everyone had flower sticks, only Ji Zhi stood there silently, dressed in cassock, he was out of place with this flower temple, as if he was excluded by them, Taoist cultivators .

"Jizhi may not have a wish, but you can write your favorite Zen words. This flower lotus is for you." Fuling smiled at Jizhi, and took the initiative to send out her flower lotus.

When Ji Zhi met Fu Ling's smile, his calm expression became vivid, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"The poor monk has a wish." Ji Zhi said while taking the flower lotus Fu Ling gave him.

Does Jizhi have a wish?Fu Ling was stunned, with an expression of surprise on her face.

Buddhist practice is supposed to have no desires and no pursuits, and the state of tranquility is extremely high, so you should have already looked down on the facts.

"Didn't Fu Ling know about it? The poor monk said it." Seeing Fu Ling's dazed look, Ji Zhi said helplessly.

"Ascension as soon as possible?" If the Buddhist cultivator had something to ask for, that's all he could do.

A circle of golden light appeared in the palm of Ji Zhi's hand, and these golden lights gathered on the flower stick, leaving two lines of words.

"Travel the magnificent scenery of the world with Fu Ling, and chat with Fu Ling about interesting things in life."

Fu Ling, who saw these two lines clearly, pursed her lips in embarrassment, it turned out that this is what Ji Zhi said.

She also wanted to travel through the Three Thousand Realms with Ji Zhi, but she didn't take this as a wish, so she didn't expect it.

"Don't Fu Ling write flower lottery?" Ji Zhi asked.

"I have too many wishes, I can't write them on the flower lottery." Fu Ling shook her head.

"We all have a lot of wishes. Fuling, if you really have so many wishes, you can also write a few more flower sticks." Song Minmin said, and grabbed a handful of flower sticks to give to Fuling.

Seeing this, Fu Ling had no choice but to take one from it, and this time finally no one robbed her.

After thinking about it, she held the flower stick in her hand, and a line of words was quietly engraved on the back of the flower stick.

"May my brother be safe."

"I want to pick the best peach blossom tree to hang!" Song Minmin said as he walked out of the Temple of Flowers and headed towards the peach blossom forest behind the Temple of Flowers.

Hong Zhinu and Mo Ran walked out behind Song Minmin, and they wanted to peek at each other's flower lottery.

"Little medical doctor, who do you want to marry?" Hong Zhinv teased Mo Ran. Like her, Mo Ran had fallen into Ji Bumeng's trap before, and she could see it.

Mo Ran didn't answer, but instead taunted: "You probably want to become a Taoist couple with Lin Zhixing. Lin Zhixing is worse than Ji Bumeng. You really don't have a good eye for men."

"What's wrong with me, you say I'm not as good as Ji Bumeng? Can he beat me, or is he more handsome than me? Can I not be as good as him?" Lin Zhixing heard the two women in front of him mention his name, but it was nothing. Good words, immediately opened his mouth to refute.

Ji Bumeng fell behind, although he also heard Hongzhinv and Moran comparing himself with Lin Zhixing, but he didn't seem to care much.

He walked side by side with Fu Ling and Ji Zhi, but Fu Ling and Ji Zhi talked harmoniously with each other, and no one paid attention to him.

"Ji Zhi, you showed me your wish, and I don't know if it will fail." Fu Ling said.

"If the Goddess of Flower doesn't bless the poor monk to realize this wish, then the poor monk can fulfill it by himself." Ji Zhi smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"What is Poria's wish?" he asked.

Fu Ling didn't tell him, "Keep it secret."

"Buddha's wish is to be with Fuling, but Fuling's wish has to be kept secret. It seems that Fuling's wish is completely different from that of Buddha's son." Ji Bumeng laughed at the side.

The difference means that Ji Zhi is wishful thinking, and Fu Ling doesn't think so at all.

Fu Ling didn't mean that, and was about to explain, but Ji Zhi had already spoken before her.

"The poor monk is a Buddhist practitioner, and he has very little concern. He had no wish at first, but after getting acquainted with Fuling, he only had a wish. Fuling is a Taoist practitioner, so he naturally wants to pursue more than the poor monk."

"If Fuling has other wishes, the poor monk hopes that all her wishes will come true."

Fu Ling was listening to him from the side, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ji Bumeng still wanted to sow discord, but Jizhi could see it clearly, and there was no need for her to explain anything.

"Since you know that you should not be concerned about Buddhism, why do you have such a greedy wish and regard Fuling as so important. The Buddha's cultivation should be a state of forgetting the seven emotions and six desires, and as a Buddhist disciple, your status should be far higher than ordinary Buddhism is noble, let alone that." Ji Bumeng questioned.

Compared with Lin Zhixing, this Buddhist disciple who always seemed to be calm and steady made him hostile instead.

If he hadn't appeared by Fu Ling's side, it is unlikely that he would hate this Buddhist monk who is perfect in every way.

"The poor monk is only a Buddhist monk, not a Buddha. The Buddha loves all living beings equally, but the poor monk can have friends. The poor monk is a Buddhist monk and is only a person at the same time. Donor Ji doesn't have to think of the poor monk as great." He was not shaken by Ji Bumeng's words, and he clearly had firm and clear thoughts.

He was not at all confused about his friendship with Fu Ling.

(End of this chapter)