Campus belle's cultivation master

In the main hall, it's cold and quiet. The golden body Buddha stands tall, with a kind face, no sorrow, no joy, no anger.

Luo Xiaoxiao quietly knelt down on the ground below, burning incense and chanting scriptures. The blue gray monk's clothes are loose, but they outline the graceful posture of the young girl, which is as fresh and gorgeous as lotus.

Maybe it's because of the inconvenience of a girl's home. The place is quiet and comfortable, and few people come to it on weekdays.

She didn't see her parents three times. Even though she was in Buddhism, she didn't want to drag down her family.

My best friend Ning xinrou often goes to the mountain to talk with her and tell her about the news outside. However, she hasn't been here for several days recently. I don't know what she's busy with

From the day she went up the mountain, Luo Xiaoxiao spent nearly a whole year in Baohua temple. To be exact, it was 327 days.

She received unprecedented preferential treatment in Baohua temple. Her master was kind to her, and her brothers were modest and polite to her, which made her feel warm.

But in any case, after all, there is something missing. Life is boring

Luo Xiaoxiao knows what he's missing. It's not something that can be found here. Her soul, with the disappearance of that guy, was lost in the luochahai.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open slowly, and a bright beam of sunlight came into the hall.

Little monk Huijing stood at the door and said solemnly, "younger martial sister, someone wants to see you."

"I see. Thank you very much, elder martial brother Huijing." Luo Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, and his voice was so calm that he could not bear the slightest waves. "Is xinrou coming?"

In addition to her good friend Ning xinrou, she did not expect anyone else to visit her in the mountains. There are many old friends in the past, but few people know that she is in Baohua temple.

Huijing was full of resentment: "no, benefactor Ning has come, but..."

"It's me." Lin Yu took the words and said, "I'll take my wife home."

He was leaning against the door, looking at the round, bare back of his head in the temple, full of weakness, even a little bit of sadness.

My God, it's really bald

Lin Yu had known for a long time that Luo Xiaoxiao was a natural cultivator, but the time was not ripe, and he did not lead him to the path of cultivation.

But Rao is so. In Lin Yu's imagination, if Luo Xiaoxiao gets involved in martial arts, he has to be an ethereal immortal like Zhang Biyao. How can he become a bald monk?

The style of painting is a little strange, even a little want to laugh, but we must hold back, no matter how funny we are, or Xiaoxiao will hate for a lifetime.

Zhonghai Jiang's family, Yanjing Wang's family, these bastard bastards, actually let my wife become bald, you! You wait for me!

Luo Xiaoxiao stupidly froze in place, staring at the big black and white eyes, expression dull. She didn't even dare to look back. She was afraid that it would be a dream and disappear in a moment.

Are you really back? Are you really here to pick yourself up?

Around the beginning of trance, whirling, everything seems so unreal.

Huijing said sarcastically, "benefactor Lin, younger martial sister Huizhen doesn't seem to want to see you."

"No, she just thinks you're a little redundant." Lin Yu returned the goods, and then walked over step by step, holding Luo Xiaoxiao's slender waist with open arms and holding the girl in his arms, "what? Angry with me? "

Luo Xiaoxiao's body shudder, tears like a broken line of beads, sliding white pretty face, crackling to the whereabouts.

When Huijing saw that Lin Yu held her beloved younger martial sister in her arms, she felt sad and trembled with anger: "benefactor Lin, Buddhism is pure, please respect yourself!"

Lin Yu turned his head and glared at him

Ling Ran's authority diffused in the air, which made Huijing tremble and stagger out of the door.

Lin Yu then backhand move, the door "pa" sound closed, empty hall, left two people.

Luo Xiaoxiao curled up in Lin Yu's arms, his soft body trembled, and choked out a sentence: "is my appearance now ugly?"

Lin Yu came around to the front, gently pinched her snow-white jaw, and looked at it carefully.

Until now, Luo Xiaoxiao's long eyelashes trembled and looked at him. Eyes flicker, there was a moment of absence.

Her lips are red, her teeth are white, her nose is high, her eyebrows are crooked, her skin is white, and she is more beautiful than the fairy in the picture.

As for no hair? Compared with such a beautiful and beautiful face, what is it?

Lin Yu stroked Luo Xiaoxiao's round little bald head and grinned: "beautiful, beautiful."

Luo Xiaoxiao's small face is full of seriously examining him: "you this words, is sincere?"

"Really." Lin Yu took Luo Xiaoxiao's weak and boneless cold hand and said, "wife, let's go home. This broken place will never come again."

Luo Xiaoxiao didn't have a good temper. His smart eyes showed a little coquettish: "stinky, who is your wife?"

Lin Yu stares at the girl's elastic lips and gets close.

"Don't... Don't make trouble, what are you doing... Buddha is watching..."

"What are you afraid of? If there is a Buddha in the world, it's time to envy us... "

"Well... Asshole..."

......

In the Zen room.

"Benefactor Ning, there is a big misunderstanding." The old monk said solemnly, "I don't mean to let you see Huizhen. It's Huiming's own opinion. I've taught you a lesson."

Huiming, with a black nose and a swollen face, respectfully served tea next to him, but he didn't even dare to say a word.

Ning xinrou glances askance. Her long and narrow eyes twinkle slightly. Just as she wants to speak, she sees Huijing rushing in

"Abbot! Abbot! Big things are not good! "

The old monk's eyes narrowed slightly and frowned: "what's the matter?"

"I saw with my own eyes that younger martial sister Huizhen was hugging her royal highness in the Buddha's arms with her surname Lin, insulting my pure land. It's disgusting!"

Lao he is still relieved.

The child is also pretty skinny. Although he is not a disciple of his own, he still needs to clean up

"Huiming." The old monk put down his tea bowl and waved, "I've just passed on some of your Kung Fu moves. Let's teach you younger martial brother."

Huijing was very happy when she heard that. Is there such a good thing? The abbot is the first master of Baohua temple. He is a famous demigod. How could he let elder martial brother pass on my kung fu?

He quickly bowed: "thank you, abbot!"

Huiming black face, toward him hook hook fingers: "come with me."

"Thank you, elder martial brother." Huijing went with her.

Not long after that, there was a pig like howl in the backyard.

Ning xinrou and Zhang Hao look at each other with strange expressions.

"Two benefactors, please have tea." The old monk pretended not to hear him. He laughed more cunningly than the wolf with big tail