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"I said, Monk, why are you following me all the time? Or are you saying that Monk is going to slay demons and subjugate demons and accept me as a monster?" Wandering around, whether strolling slowly or using magic to fly, from town to town, from From the mountains to the busy city, there is always a white figure quietly behind Cong Sheng, unhurried and graceful, like a nine-day immortal.
In the end, Cong Sheng stopped helplessly. He couldn't hide, hit, or scold him, but he knew there was no harm in his heart. He didn't do anything, he just followed you.
The fire in Cong Sheng's heart couldn't be expressed even if he wanted to, or maybe it was because he still had doubts in his heart, wondering why he felt the same when he met Mingxin and when he met Yushuo. This familiar feeling confused him, and that was why Cong Sheng didn't fight.
At the same time, Cong Sheng was also muttering to himself, did he admit the wrong person? If this is the case...
Whenever he thinks of this possibility, Cong Sheng's face is always a little dark, but he feels that he can't deceive others, so what is going on? Cong Sheng is still waiting and watching. It is for this reason that he has not completely escaped from Mingxin. to follow.
"The poor monk is a monk. Monks are most taboo about beating and killing. The donor misunderstood the poor monk." Mingxin clasped her hands and smiled, "The poor monk just wants to get to know the donor."
"Really?" Looking at the bright and beautiful Ming Xin, Cong Sheng rolled his eyes and suddenly came close to Ming Xin, almost touching her, so close that their breaths were intertwined.
Cong Sheng looked at Ming Xin, who was standing there and seemed unsurprised by his approach, and brought his lips close to Ming Xin's lips. Their lips were only less than a finger apart.
At such a close distance, Cong Sheng looked at Mingxin, whose pupils had not changed, smiled softly, stretched out his hand to hold Mingxin's finger that was constantly moving the beads, and held Mingxin's hand together with the beads in his hand. live. Then he looked at the pair of starry eyes so close and narrowed his eyes, then raised his lips and smiled.
"Are you... attracted to me? That's why you're chasing after me?~"
Cong Sheng lowered his voice and said in an ambiguous tone, while the fingertips that were holding Mingxin were also gently licking Mingxin's palm.
Ming Xin had lowered her eyes, unable to see clearly the expression in her eyes. Her face was still calm and gentle, and the smile at the corner of her mouth had not changed.
He just stood there silently and allowed Cong Sheng to tease him.
"Monk~ Do you want to commit sexual misconduct?~" With a slightly raised tone, Cong Sheng smiled happily and leaned against Mingxin. Mingxin's body was tense at that moment, and now she could no longer hide it.
"Why don't you look at me? You don't even say anything?" Cong Sheng stretched out his hands to hug Ming Xin's shoulders, pressed his forehead against the side of Ming Xin's neck, and whispered like the most gentle and affectionate lover.
From a distance, the two people standing close together looked like an inseparable twig, making others envious.
The two people in this beautiful picture were not as sweet and warm as they had seen. Mingxin remained silent and lowered her eyes. The prayer beads in her hands started spinning again, and she didn't know who was ringing the bell. heart of.
Cong Sheng was just joking at first, but looking at Ming Xin who was motionless, his competitive spirit began to boil.
He began to use all the temptations he could think of.
Cong Sheng opened Ming Xin's monk's robe and gently rubbed Ming Xin's body rhythmically. He raised his slender left leg and hooked it around Ming Xin's waist. His heels were lightly and sometimes heavily placed on Ming Xin's back. He rubbed it up and down, pressing Mingxin's buttocks hard from time to time, pressing it against his hipbone, and slowly rubbing his lower body in circles against a certain spot that he could feel through several layers of clothing.
At the same time, Cong Sheng's lips had no time to spare. He kept kissing Mingxin, from his forehead to his chin, a pair of soft lips tasted all of Mingxin's face, and finally stayed next to his lips that he had never touched. He lightly licked the corners of Mingxin's lips.
Observe the changes in the mind over and over again. If the body is not moving, does the mind not be moving either
Cong Sheng glanced at the Buddha beads that were turning faster and faster, narrowed his eyes, and smiled proudly.
As soon as a proud smile took shape, Cong Sheng's face froze.
Anyone who is showered with ice water from head to toe will turn blue.
"The donor needs to be pure and focused, but with a little effort, the donor does not need to thank the poor monk."
Cong Sheng still didn't know that this was Ming Xin's fault. Seeing Ming Xin with water droplets hanging on her eyelashes, gentle smile on her eyebrows, water stains all over her body, and no trace of embarrassment, Cong Sheng gritted her teeth.
With a basin of ice water in front of her, she lost all interest. Cong Sheng got off Ming Xin angrily and used her demon power to dry her soaked clothes.
"goodbye."
Cong Sheng looked at Ming Xin, who was still standing there silently turning the beads, and at the face of the monk in white, which looked like a celestial being, with anger in his heart.
Forget it, it's better to leave. Why is he having trouble with a monk
Cong Sheng, who consciously figured it out, took one last look at Ming Xin's strong chest and flew away.
After flying a few feet away, Cong Sheng turned his head unexpectedly and looked at Ming Xin, who was still standing there with the same expression and had not followed. He couldn't tell whether he breathed a sigh of relief or was choked with tears. Anyway, he just felt uncomfortable.
Away from Ming Xin, Cong Sheng wandered around. In fact, he was checking out some wealthy businessmen and corrupt officials, and decided to start robbing the rich to give to the poor.
Anyway, those people's belongings are all ill-gotten gains or looted people's wealth and anointing, so it's good for him to plunder a little to help himself.
On a cold, full-moon night, Cong Sheng walked out of a wealthy family's house with satisfaction, only to be blocked by a monk wearing white clothes, his forehead shining in the moonlight.
"With such stars and such a night, why would the donor do something that is indifferent to elegance? Drinking tea, admiring the moon, or going boating, what would the donor like?"
Ming Xin looked at Cong Sheng and smiled. The hem of his clothes fluttering gently in the night wind made him look even more unearthly. There seemed to be a faint mist surrounding him, making him less like a mortal and unbearable. Say no to anything.
Cong Sheng was a little absent-minded, looking at Ming Xin blankly, forgetting to speak for a moment.
Ming Xin looked at Cong Sheng like this with a deep smile on her lips.
It's a pity that he didn't know that the reason for Cong Sheng's loss of consciousness was not because of him.
"System, are you sure you read it correctly? Is that really Bifang's essence and blood?"
System: "Yes, this bead does contain three drops of the blood essence of the ancient beast Bi Fang. The owner can sell it on the trading network, or you can make a deal with me. Of course, it is best for the owner to refine this thing himself. But I hope the owner can consider the risks carefully. After all, it is the essence and blood of ancient mythical beasts. If you are not careful, it will be swallowed up. The owner has to make his own decision. Of course, my suggestion is that the owner can take out a drop of Bifang's essence and blood and hang it on it. Trading network, the plane coins obtained can be used to purchase high-level spiritual strengthening potions and green fire pills. With these two aids, the master's success rate in refining Bifang's blood essence will be greatly increased."
After hearing what the system said, Cong Sheng was ecstatic, and he could not control the joy on his face. He did not expect that such a rare thing as Bi Fang's essence and blood could be obtained in the vault of a high-ranking official in the world. This is simply someone's It's an opportunity that only the male protagonist in Dian has.
Mingxin looked at Cong Sheng's eyebrows that were brighter due to pleasure, and she also laughed.
"The donor seems to like all three. Why don't we go swimming in the lake now?"
"Ah?" Cong Sheng didn't understand why the topic changed to visiting the lake. But he couldn't think about this much. He was now anxious to find a safe place to take out Bifang's essence and blood and take a good look at it.
"It's too late tonight, how about changing the time?" Because he was in a good mood, Cong Sheng also became more thoughtful.
"Then let's do it tomorrow." Mingxin looked at Cong Sheng and said gently.
"Okay, okay, okay." Cong Sheng responded without hesitation, and will talk about it tomorrow, "Are you okay? I'll leave first."
After saying that, Cong Sheng became calm and left unhurriedly.
Then…
"Didn't you make an appointment for tomorrow? Why are you still following me?"
The previous scene appeared again, and Mingxin turned into the white tail behind Cong Sheng again, following Cong Sheng step by step.
"I'm in a hurry right now, so it's not convenient for someone to follow me. Master, just go about your business. The important task of promoting Buddhism and saving the common people is waiting for you."
Cong Sheng looked at Ming Guang, who was wearing a holy smile and doing rogue behavior, and felt that the eyes of the world were all blind, and that the profound and compassionate Master Ming Xin of Buddhism must have just boasted about it.
If you hit, you can't beat; if you scold, you won't care; if you run, you can't escape; if you hide, you can't hide.
Cong Sheng could only look at Ming Guang in frustration.
"The donor is the poor monk's 'common people'."
Cong Sheng looked at the gentle light in Ming Guang's eyes, and the bulging depression in his heart was like a balloon punctured by a needle, all of which were suppressed at once.
"Master, you are an eminent monk, I am just a little demon."
So just let me go.
"All beings are equal."
Ming Xin's stubbornness gave Cong Sheng a headache. He didn't quite understand Ming Xin's purpose of following him, but he realized that Ming Xin had no ill intentions.
Could it be that this person really fell in love with him? Just kidding. Ming Xin is a monk, a monk with profound Buddhist teachings and profound magical power. The two of them can't get along. How long have they known each other
Cong Sheng had no choice but to find an inn, and Ming Xin also lived next door. Moreover, the faint sound of chanting sutras always lingered in Cong Sheng's ears, disturbing his sleep.
In the end, there was no other way. Cong Sheng took out a scroll, tore it open, and then disappeared from the inn room.
At the same time, Mingxin next door also stopped chanting sutras and looked at the other side of the wall with a faint bitter smile on her lips.
The heavenly man finally became a mortal, and the eminent monk was just an ordinary man at this time, and his Buddhist heart was already unstable.
He had calculated his fate, but he had not calculated that what he encountered was actually a love disaster. He should obviously stay away, but his curiosity finally made him fall into a love disaster, and it was difficult to extricate himself.
Buddhism tells him to follow his heart in everything, so should he follow his heart in this emotional tribulation
But it seemed that he couldn't help it. He didn't know where the feelings started, but they only deepened.