I overturned the car after being scumbag

Chapter 67

No matter when, Jiang Yuanhan's way of getting close to his lover is still so simple.

He was dizzy in his head, and he didn't know what skills were not. He just dawdled like a small animal, and gently pecked against the other's lips. It was very light, and the touch was like a butterfly falling in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Yuanhan didn't quite understand the current situation, but what he thought, so he did what he did - the little fox's fingers clumsily tried to untie the clothes on Foxiu's body.

The red fox ears kept trembling slightly, and the fluffy tips of the ears touched the Zen master's hair.I don't know why, when he did these things, he didn't have any charm or evil spirit of a goblin, but was pure and straightforward, with a straightforward and natural feeling.

Let Wangsheng feel like an illusion: as if even stopping the other party is his own fault.

The little fox's technique was really bad. It took him a long time to pull off his shirt, and he stretched out his hand to embrace the Zen master through a thin layer of fabric. He whispered in a low voice, his voice was sporadic: "Can you... can you... kiss Me?"

Of course, the other party has room to refuse, even if he can push the vixen out of his arms now, he can already refuse the other party's hug.

But he didn't.His heart has long been disturbed, and every plucked string is trembling in a low voice.The precepts are clear and the four things are empty, as if they are all self-comforting lies-Jiang Yuanhan is his karma, which shattered the Buddha's years of pure practice.

Wang Sheng was silent for a moment, then his voice sank slightly: "You do this..."

Before he could finish his words of resistance, he met Shangjiang Yuanhan's eyes—it was so beautiful, moist and bright, it was clear that such a cunning and willful person could approach with a trace of ignorance of the world dearest love.

Wang Sheng couldn't believe that such a person was flirtatious, but the facts were in front of him, he closed his eyes and turned his head, not wanting to be caught and seduced by the other party's eyes.He pulled his fingers out of the opponent's palm, but he was caught by the wrist immediately.

"...You can't torture me like this just because I'm not good at cultivation."

The Zen master's usual soft and waveless voice seemed to be ground, hoarse and low-pitched.The smell of sandalwood and lotus was entangled and diffused, which not only failed to make people's minds clear, but gave birth to this extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

Wang Sheng attributed all these faults to his own incompetence in cultivation.

"I didn't torture you." The little fox could hear these words clearly, he blinked, hooked the Zen master's hand with his tail as if he couldn't shake it off, and dawdled sweetly, "...I just like you."

Jiang Yuanhan didn't think there was anything wrong with admitting his feelings.To this day, he has already learned to face everything more calmly and firmly. He is rarely embarrassed by what he wants to say, and usually tells the other party directly how much he loves him.

If there was still room for Wangsheng to resist just now, but the other party's words were more sharply aggressive than thousands of evil spirits and countless debts, and could directly cut open his heart.

The Zen master's calm and calm face could not be maintained anymore, his soft and deep obsession and love were all exposed, and the blood gurgled like a stream.But he can't be messed up in the slightest, he can only endure, this kind of patience that is suppressed to the extreme, is like a silk thread that is stretched to the top, if he is not careful, it will break.

Foxiu lowered his eyes, unwilling to answer.

Zen Master Wangsheng's eyes are very beautiful, with thin gold dotted between the eyelashes. When looking at it from Jiang Yuanhan's angle, this little light gold is still unique, and even the slight frown of his brows is enough to make people jump Heartbroken.

The more solemn and rigorous a person is, the more people want to tear off his gentle and calm appearance, drive him crazy, and make him different.

Jiang Yuanhan is such a naughty child, his taste often makes things difficult for the other party.The little fox has found his own fun, he keeps probing the past, his words are very soft, the breath between the two is lingering, and he slowly finds the joy of teasing each other from the jerky of long-term affairs.

Until Foxiu's hand was imperceptibly attached to the back of his neck.

Jiang Yuanhan bit his Adam's apple lightly, and could no longer think of "not defile the holy place of the Bodhisattva".He was like a little animal that couldn't be satisfied, his tail was rubbing back and forth fawningly, and his voice was soft and soft.

"Zen Master," the little fox asked, "do you think I just want to play?"

Isn't it.

The palms pressed against the back of his neck paused for a moment, Wang Sheng raised his eyes, his breath was a little unstable.But he still didn't show the slightest overstepping the rules. Just when he lifted the magic spell in his palm and was about to use the meditation spell to calm the opponent's restlessness slowly, he suddenly saw the punch and the sword cloth strips scattered on the side of the bed. The black resentment condensed into silk, and the silk spread over if it had substance.

Wang Sheng froze suddenly, then subconsciously turned around, protecting Jiang Yuanhan behind him.The meditation incantation he had prepared for a long time was introduced into the little fox's mind from the back of his neck, but because he didn't have time to do it step by step, while calming down the restlessness, it also made the other party faint.

At the same time, the golden light of the Buddha's cultivation suddenly collided with the dark silk of resentment. The dark silk hit the protective Buddha light, flowing down the semicircular Buddha light barrier as if being melted, while the Buddha light of forgetting life also Then it dimmed, as if the protective barrier had been shattered by this evil energy.

Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at the floating Chong He Jian, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his tone was cold and indifferent: "You lost control."

This evil sword showed nothing.

Once the resentment and evil spirit dominate, even the sword soul will lose the control of this sword.And the resentment and evil spirit are connected by the obsession and emotion of the sword soul, this point, Jiang Yuanhan is not clear, even Li Ningyuan may not fully understand it.

But the Bodhi Holy Realm, who has studied the seal of Duhua for so many years, has always known about it.It was also because of this that Chong and Jian were sent here.

Wang Sheng has confirmed the danger of this sword.

The little fox shouldn't have gotten it from the very beginning. Immortal Chongyi couldn't control himself when the sword was full of resentment and evil. After all, it was a very threatening evil sword.

Wang Sheng took off the Bodhi lotus seed on his wrist, and there was a faint light and shadow of the lotus blooming on it - this was bestowed by the Bodhisattva.The bracelets revealed a lustrous light, and there was a half-step golden fairy's breath silently in the bodhi lotus seeds. The breath was aroused, and moistened things silently spread out a fine pale golden net.

The net slowly enveloped the past, those condensed black ribbons seemed to be purified and melted away, and the rage and loss of control on Chong Hejian's body were instantly smoothed by an extremely pure purification glow .

Wang Sheng is actually unwilling to use the Bodhi lotus seeds, as this will disturb the Bodhisattvas who have been practicing for many years.But in the current situation, this is the only way to appease Xie Jian without hurting the little fox and keeping the movement to a minimum.

The evil qi lingering around Chong and Jianjian turned into nothingness and was temporarily suppressed.

Wang Sheng took a few steps closer, and the bodhi lotus seeds flew back to his hand peacefully.Foxiu stretched out his hand and held the sharp weapon infused with the soul of sword repair.

Nothing happens.

It seems that except for the little fox, no one else's contact can awaken the sword soul in it. Whether it is the stimulation of spiritual energy or other touches, it is like sinking into the sea.

Wang Sheng remained silent, he put down Chong and the sword, and no longer had any intention of communicating with the sword soul.Instead, he turned around and carried the little fox back to the bed to settle down, and covered him with a quilt.

The meditation spell can last for a period of time, and can overwhelm the little demon's primitive instinct.

The Zen master stood on the edge of the bed. He watched Jiang Yuanhan's face silently. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, but his fingers hovered in mid-air. After a long time, he lowered his knuckles slightly and touched gently. Touch each other's cheeks.

He vaguely felt that this kind of behavior seemed to have been done before, as if he had lived with the little fox in a previous life.

Wang Sheng shook his head, calmly returning to his thoughts.He stood up and pushed open the door, wanting to breathe the clear and slightly cold night wind. As soon as he went out, he saw a figure standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

It's Master Mingwu.

Wang Sheng closed the door very lightly.Suddenly in his heart, he guessed the reason why the uncle came.

"I've already reminded you." The old monk Mingwu held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, he kept a kind smile all the time, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes overlapped, "But after observing for so long, you still haven't been able to get rid of your obsession. Karma."

Wang Sheng's hand rested on the door frame, he turned his back to his uncle, closed his eyes to clear out all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, and then turned around.

"Master Uncle." He said, "It's because I'm not good at cultivation and my heart is not quiet."

"Your heart is not quiet enough, and you don't even keep the precepts." The old monk Mingwu snorted a little, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, and finally he looked a little annoyed, "If I hadn't been looking at you , I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for a few days, and you will lose your Buddha's heart and fall into the devil's way."

The old monk discovered some clues from the day Jiang Yuanhan broke into the lotus pond. He knew that his nephew was a disciple of the Bodhisattva, with a temperament as pure as glass, and he would hardly have any evil thoughts about beauty and sorcery. Six unclean thoughts... Now that this happened, it can only be said that he hit the sky magic star and prevented him from achieving a positive result.

"It seems that it is reasonable not to shave you. If you have this test, even if you cut off the thread of trouble, what's the use." Mingwu old monk sighed, "What is the unfinished fate, this is the unfinished fate... ..."

He turned around and waved his hand towards Wang Sheng.The two walked in the night one after the other.

While walking, Master Mingwu put his hands behind his back, and said to him in a neutral tone: "The abbot and the precept elders are all reasonable people, and the style of the Bodhi Holy Land is not as strict as that of the mortal temple, but what you have experienced now If you are not careful, it will ruin your years of practice... and you will fall into the boundless sea of ​​​​suffering."

The footsteps behind him were steady, and after a breath, the old monk Mingwu heard the other party's whisper.

"...Love seems to be overwhelmed, how can I take it back easily?"

Old monk Mingwu stopped in his tracks.

In front of you is a quiet room with the words "Ask Zen Mind" hanging on it. It used to be a place for Bodhisattvas to sit and meditate in meditation.It's just that in this quiet room, there is no light, no wind, and no sound. It is pitch black, no less than the most terrifying punishment in the world.

It is so quiet that even the soul will keep asking itself.

Uncle Mingwu looked at the words "Ask Zen Heart" for a long time, and said slowly, "I don't want to bring you here, but I don't want you to make a mistake."

Wang Sheng was not afraid, nodded silently, but asked knowingly, "Then he..."

"With the Chonghe sword out of control tonight, this evil sword cannot remain in the hands of the fox demon." Uncle Ming Wu closed his eyes and said, "To purify or destroy, one depends on the fate and the other. This old monk will take good care of this little fox, whether it can be kept or released."

Wangsheng thought of the way the little fox defended that person—if Ruo Chong and the sword were destroyed, the other party would be very sad.

It was as if his heart had been clenched suddenly, and he clearly knew that he shouldn't have said those words.He even vaguely understood how much he wanted the sword soul to disappear, but when it came to the threshold of choice, the first thing he thought of was still not to make the one he loves cry.

It was hopeless.

Wang Sheng slid past this thought in a self-deprecating way—asking Zen Xin couldn’t save him, he wasn’t teetering on the edge of a cliff, but he was already in a bottomless abyss when he opened his eyes.

"Uncle." Wang Sheng said, "Don't destroy that sword."

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