Sansheng Tea Huaxi Chapter

Chapter 826 Privately Touching All Hearts [2]

Tea mixed with blood flowed all over the table.

Wujiang grabbed her hand all of a sudden, "Your body is hairy and skinny, and you've got your parents, why bother to hurt yourself?"

"Little monk, what is true and what is false?" Hua Xi raised her head and asked for no reason.

Wujiang was startled, why did she suddenly ask such a question?

"True is also false, false is also true, true and false, it just depends on you, what kind of heart you use to face the world."

Eye sockets were slightly red, Hua Xi pursed her lips and said nothing.

Sometimes people think they are living in reality, but in fact, it is because they are blinded by illusions.

Wujiang spread her hands and carefully picked out the broken teacup dregs, trying to bandage her wound.

Hua Xi retracted her hand if she felt something, and smiled at her: "I'll do it myself, I have good healing medicine there, you can take a rest."

"You should rest too." Wujiang said peacefully, watching her go out and close the door.

There was a little bit of her blood on his finger.

He took out the veil from his arms and was about to wipe it, but he accidentally saw the small word 'Xi' embroidered on the snow-white silk veil.

He was stunned suddenly, and his fingers slowly tightened.

"Hehehe, the little monk moved Fanxin, what should I do?"

A slightly coquettish, but vaguely soft and affectionate voice sounded from outside the window.

Wujiang's pure eyebrows frowned slightly, and he put the handkerchief back into his sleeve calmly, but he didn't want a light wind to blow past his eyes.

A corner of the handkerchief in his hand was pinched by a small white hand.

A charming and bright little face appeared in front of my eyes, accompanied by a light bell sound, it appeared out of thin air.

The hair is still combed with a delicate butterfly bun, with two chic little butterflies on each side, and the fine colored diamonds on them are fluttering, really like the wings of butterflies.

The tube top skirt, without lining, boldly exposed the snow-white neck and shoulders. The skirt broke when it reached the thigh, revealing the slender legs.

A pair of deerskin boots stepped on Wujiang's legs very delicately.

"You..." Being so boldly approached, Wujiang panicked for a moment, and quickly pushed her away, saying righteously, "Please respect yourself, the benefactor."

"Hehe..." The girl laughed like a silver bell, "Little monk Sifan, do you dare to tell me about self-respect?"

Wujiang looked away, turned around, and turned his back to her.

The white silk handkerchief in his hand was slowly retracted into his sleeve and put away.

"That silk handkerchief, is that woman's?" The girl stood behind him with a smile, her hands behind her back, and her buckskin boots stomping on the ground.

Wujiang was silent, as if he didn't want to pay attention to her.

He lowered his head and began to recite scriptures silently to purify his mind and heart.

"Are you chanting sutras again? It's always Amitabha, Amitabha, are you tired?" The girl took out a wooden fish from the Wu Na Talisman, and smiled lightly, "Why don't you chant sutras and let me knock the wooden fish for you?"

As he said that, he started knocking on the wooden fish.

After knocking twice, Wujiang turned around and snatched the wooden fish from her hand.

"Princess Fenglan, please don't desecrate Buddhism." He said solemnly, carefully putting the wooden fish away, his movements and demeanor were simply one word - pious!
This girl is none other than Feng Lan, the princess of the Demon Race Fengyu. .

(End of this chapter)