Quick Transmigration:He's Affected Again

More than ten years later, there were demons in some places. I heard that a monk, who was called Kong Ming and practiced hard on foot, took his only disciple all over China to remove hidden dangers for the common people, and even publicized Buddhism. For a while, Buddhism prevailed all over the world.

The spring banquet building is still in full swing. When the people from the rivers and lakes talk about their swords and swords, they also talk about their love for children and daughters. When the boss hears something interesting in the daytime, he will talk to the second boss. When it comes to emotionality, the body is entangled and entangled. It seems that it can't be separated from each other

The fat monk in the temple is still greedy. He has to add a few vegetarian buns every three to five dinners. The Sophora tree planted in the backyard of the temple still bears flowers all the year round. Others all ask, how can this sophora flower bloom? Some of the monks with good memory remembered it and said, "this locust tree was planted by a Abbot named Wu Yin before us. What kind of rare species should it be.

Some people said, "Why are there swings in the temple?"?

The man pointed to the swing hanging in the middle of the locust tree.

The monk said: there was a noble guest in the fog that year. When he was free, he would sleep on the tree for half a day. This swing should also be built for him.

The backyard has not been neglected. Visitors to the temple who bring children will go to play on the backyard swing. The swing swings high and high, but the children are not afraid. They giggle and say: higher, higher

When swing high, the child reached out to reach the locust flower, clattered to catch a large number, his mother went to hit his hand: who allowed you to grab at random.

Anxiously looked at the monk on the side of the eye, but saw that the monk laughed and said it was ok, and in the twinkling of an eye he was busy with other things.

It's not allowed to do this in the future. My mother poked the child's forehead.

Mother, it's so fragrant. The child put his hand in the nose of a woman.

Yes, it's very fragrant. The woman kisses her little white hand.

Another spring day, Li Muyan wanted to go back to the temple to see the old scenery. The sachet Chen Yan had sent him had long since fallen into the flood and could not be found. He still read it from time to time. Chen Yan said that I would get you another one, but he could not say that. What I think is not the purse, but the recollection of the days when I met you.

But who knows, the locust tree in the backyard is almost half bald. Li Muyan happened to see a child rolling flowers. He was so angry that he yelled: who's the child! Parents don't care.

Side monk humanitarian: Oh, benefactor, the child is naive, so let him go.

Chen Yan grabbed him and whispered to him: when I go back, I will plant you a few more trees at the back of the spring banquet building, which will not fail all the year round.

Seriously?

Seriously.

How many trees can you plant?

Don't plant the cottage.

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After that, the first spring banquet building is full of fragrance all the year round. I heard that the boss planted it specially for the beauty of Bo. Some people say that they have seen this kind of locust tree which is invincible all the year round in Anguo temple. It's really rare. Since the big boss has flower seeds, you may as well ask for some.

The big boss, who has always been generous, laughs and refuses. The big boss says: I am stupid. There are few ways to please my sweetheart. How can I disclose it to others casually.

The second boss heard this when he went downstairs. He could not help bending those amber peach blossom eyes. He was holding his chin on the handrail of the stairs. Some of them didn't want to come down. He wanted to look at the big boss until the end of time.

But the boss saw him and waved to him with a smile: today we made salt baked shrimp. You can bring it upstairs. Business is good today, and the waiter is too busy to deliver it to you.

What about you?

I'm busy, too.

The second boss snorted.

The boss immediately changed his mouth: you come, I'm not busy.

The wind is rising, and the locust flowers in the backyard are blown down by the wind. The smell is sweet and greasy. It is like the rose cake in the spring banquet building. It is soft and fragrant. Also like the big boss and the second boss rolling in the bed said intimate words, charming and soft. It's more like a few whispers from the lips and teeth of the second boss when they are in love. They are full of affection and tenderness