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Chapter 445 The next child (5)
Qinglong Temple is located on the top of a mountain in the eastern suburbs. This mountain is not high and precipitous, but it is famous far and wide. Every spring, all kinds of bustling flowers are in full bloom. At the foot of the mountain in the eastern suburbs, you can smell the rich and elegant fragrance of flowers. And the view from the top of the mountain is even more amazing, it happens to be able to overlook the vast ocean in the distance, and it is just like this that this temple also prospered with the incense.

The two held hands and strolled on the gravel road. Zhan Beilie's eagle eyes turned into crescent moons, and he said comfortably, "Daughter-in-law, when the world is settled, we will find a place like this to live in seclusion."

Leng Xia smiled and tilted her head to look at him: "Well...you, me, and my son."

Jian Mei frowned, Zhan Beilie really didn't want to take that little bastard with him, he shook his head, and said solemnly: "A man needs to be independent, he can't always be with his parents, he won't grow up."

Leng Xia rolled her eyes, she didn't bother to pay attention to this man's small thoughts, so she just heard him say with a smile: "Just bring a girl!"

The eagle's eyes suddenly lit up, shining brightly, and he said in surprise: "My daughter, will you have it now?"

Daqin God of War rubbed his chin, thinking that he worked very hard during the month on the boat...

"Mu Er?" the woman beside him murmured.

Zhan Beilie squeezed her weak and boneless hands, gritted his teeth and said, "Why mention that idiot again!"

After saying this, Zhan Beilie also saw the blue figure in front of him, and the sound of grinding his teeth became louder. It was rare that there was a "creaking" echo in such an open place.

Dr. Mu Da stood alone in the middle of the alleyway, with a cool demeanor, causing the female pilgrims passing by to glance at him shyly, his cheeks were flushed, he just stood there blankly, his eyes were empty, as if he was...

fugue.

The stunned eyes turned to the two of them bit by bit, Mu Er frowned slightly, and said dully: "Hua Qian."

Well, compared to the three people in Qinglong Temple, this one-hearted doctor Mu Da is indeed the most conscientious. Remember the flower girl who brought him out and lost it again.

"The servant is here!" A soft and graceful call came.

Follow up, tap-tap-tat...

Jingle bells...

No need to look back, the girly voice, coupled with the noisy and piercing noise, must be the flower girl.

He twisted his waist and swayed his hips to run enchantingly, his long and narrow eyes flickered, staring brightly at the running figure in front of him, and laughed: "Little master, wait for my servant!"

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young monk, with red lips and white teeth, which was extremely delicate, but now this delicate face was full of fear, and huge question marks flew out of his bald head...

Like a gust of wind, the little monk "huh" blew past Leng Xia and Zhan Beilie, his robes fluttering, and then "huh" blew past Mu Er's side, his bewildered hair flying. Listening to his immature voice trembling, he exclaimed: "Amitabha...the benefactor, the poor monk is a man!"

"My family is chasing men!" Immediately afterwards, another burst of fragrant wind blew, Miss Hua grabbed Leng Xia and ran forward, her eyes were red and her heart was red, like a wolf like a tiger: "Quick, help my family catch up with him, what a water spirit!" little master."

Leng Xia was taken away, so Zhan Beilie naturally wouldn't stand still, so he chased after him with eagle eyes.

The three of them ran away, and Mu Er naturally wouldn't continue to be in a daze. After thinking about it, he puffed up his cheeks a little and followed.

Ever since, such a strange scene appeared in Qinglong Temple.

A handsome young monk with a bald head ran wildly in front of him, and four handsome men and women with different characteristics in the rear chased after him...

This scene continued until the young monk rushed into a meditation room and hid pitifully behind an old monk, almost crying: "Master, save me."

Hua Qian broke through the door, big red hearts flew out of her long and narrow eyes, and said with a smile: "Little master, why are you hiding from my slave?"

This time, the little monk really cried out...

The old monk in front of him, with white eyebrows and white beard, looked a bit like an old urchin, but he looked like an eminent monk, extremely solemn.

The master slowly opened his old eyes, and the vicissitudes in them were settled, allowing people to take a look and calm down.

He said slowly: "Amitabha...disciple, calm down."

The little monk glared at Miss Hua, who made him restless, put his palms together, and silently recited the scriptures.

This is a Zen room, and even the air is filled with a smell that makes people dare not make mistakes. Facing such an eminent monk, even an evildoer like a flower would stop in embarrassment.

Leng Xia coughed twice, nudged him with her elbow, raised her eyebrows and said, "Be careful, Master will take you away."

Hua Qian trembled, and hurriedly grabbed Leng Xia and retreated, when a vicissitudes of voice came from behind: "Female benefactor, it is fate to meet, why don't I ask the old monk to give you a word."

The steps of the four people stopped at the same time, Miss Hua turned her head away, blinked her eyes, and asked seriously: "Master, what do you give to the slave family?"

The master was obviously dumbfounded by the question, and he chanted "Amitabha" for a while, following the good advice: "The poor monk is going to give... the female benefactor... the female benefactor next to him."

Humiliated, Hua Qian glanced at Leng Xia, and stepped up with a bold smile, "The four of us came in together, why is she destined to be with you? Master, monks can't be treated differently, why don't you give me a few more words? "

The master directly ignored the shit-stirring stick, and looked at Leng Xia: "This old monk can deduce the fate of a benefactor."

Leng Xia raised her willow eyebrows, her phoenix eyes filled with arrogance, and said with a smile: "Thank you, master, for your kindness, but I have always believed that fate should be in my own hands. If everything is known in the future, as if following a predetermined route, then this What fun is there in life? Even if you listen to this remark, it’s just an attempt to add to your troubles.”

The master looked at her for a while, nodded and said: "Amitabha, since this is the case, I don't want to force others, but the female benefactor's previous life was too serious, I only hope that in this life, I can worry about the suffering of the world, stay in her position, and manage her affairs. "

Leng Xia smiled: "Naturally."

The four of them were about to go out when Zhan Beilie paused, turned his head, and coughed: "Master..."

(End of this chapter)