Suddenly, Leng Yumo's movements stopped.
Turning his gaze, he saw the little monk who hurried back.
"Jing Yuan, why are you back?"
The little monk's chest rose and fell slightly, and the eagerness on his face hadn't faded away.
But when he saw a man and a woman hugging each other intimately, it turned into alienation and coldness at full speed.
The hand holding the rosary tightened unconsciously, almost crushing the beads.
Something dark and ugly deep in my heart was bubbling and trying to get out.
Jing Yuan came back to his senses suddenly, realized what he was thinking, and his face turned pale in an instant.
He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I will definitely repay the kindness of the feather donor in the future."
After speaking, he turned around and left directly. This time, he really never looked back.
Leng Yumo let go of Luo Yu, and subconsciously opened her mouth to call out.
But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them abruptly.
So what if she stopped the little monk
Could the little monk still be with her all the time
Is it really possible to snatch the little monk back and become the husband of the village
Leng Yumo showed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and then let out a long breath.
The little monk just turned around, and her heart, which had just calmed down, became chaotic again.
Luo Yu looked at Leng Yumo's expression, and suddenly approached her and said, "Huh? Has Fourth Senior Sister's spring heart sprouted?"
"Get up!" Leng Yumo slapped the person away angrily, "So what if the old lady is sprouting? Can you still let the monk return to vulgarity?"
Luo Yu rubbed his nose, not daring to offend the broken-hearted and violent Fourth Senior Sister.
But Leng Yumo asked: "Where are the junior sisters and the others? Have you seen them?"
It was only then that Luo Yu remembered something: "Fourth Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother has an accident, and urgently needs water from the Soul Replenishing Pond to save lives."
Leng Yumo was startled, and quickly asked what happened.
At this moment, all the little monks, the extraordinary love, and the sadness and sorrow were all forgotten.
Luo Yu briefly described what happened recently, "Sixth senior sister said, if there is no water from the soul-nourishing pool to restore the soul, second senior brother may be completely useless in this life."
"Isn't it just the water from the soul nourishing pool?"
Leng Yumo pulled out a disdainful smile, "This is what I have the most now. Do you want the diluted inferior product or the purest core soul liquid? I can give as much as my junior sister wants!"
"After the second senior brother is cured, let's go and get everyone in that shitty Lingbo Palace to have their skin cramps!"
"It's just that my aunt is in a bad mood, and I need to vent!"
…
On the other side of the jungle, Jing Yuan, who had already walked a long way, stopped slowly on a mountain top.
He stood on the cliff, looking at the mountains, rivers, houses and fields below, with a hollow and dazed expression.
After a long time, the red rosary on his chest shone slightly.
Jing Yuan's expression changed, he clasped his hands together, and regained the appearance of an eminent monk.
With a light movement of consciousness, a solemn Buddha hall with precious appearance appeared in front of him, and a vague figure hidden in the darkness.
Seeing this person, Jing Yuan put his palms together quickly, "I've seen you senior brother."
"Junior brother, is your heart disturbed?" A deep voice came slowly and drifted into Jing Yuan's ears.
And his back stiffened suddenly, and his fingers clenched the beads, but he didn't speak.
A soft sigh sounded, "Have you got the water from the Soul Cultivation Pond?"
"It lived up to expectations."
After a moment of silence, the deep voice asked again: "Where is the whereabouts of the Kaguramen remnants? Have you found it?"