There's something wrong with my master.

This was something she had fought hard for, so she slept with peace of mind.

The carriage drove on the deserted mountain road and flew into the sky.

Infinitely high up, a pair of black and white eyes flashed, leaving behind a prophetic sentence: "One day, sooner or later, you will let go of everything."

The carriage was given to Rong Xiaoyu by his master. It was a magical weapon specially used for flying and traveling. It was much faster than Lin Duoduo's ship.

Yun Changsheng always felt something was wrong with this matter, as if his mother-in-law's family had given him a wedding car as a dowry...

After all, the nun with a sword on her back put the sword across his neck, although she asked: Do you like her?

But the attitude seemed to be asking: Are you going to marry her or not?

So it’s no wonder Yun Changsheng thought too much.

"Herodus~"

The horses neighed.

The white horse, made from various precious materials, was no different from a real horse. It neighed a few times in the sky, stepped on the clouds and caught up with the wind blowing in front.

Under the blue sky, the carriage sped past like an invisible phantom.

"Let's go to the Shuifu Temple first." Rong Xiaoyu changed his posture and got closer to Yun Changsheng.

She was still wearing a blue shirt, but this time it was not loose, but a slim fit.

The clothes flowed down along the curves of the body, with two black ropes tied on both sleeves.

The skin on the jade hand did not look as soft as Lin Duoduo's, but rather very firm, yet still fair and slender.

Her three thousand strands of black hair were casually tied behind her head into a neat ponytail.

There was an unsheathed sword on her right hand side, the blade flashing with cold light, which matched the heroic spirit in her eyes.

Her posture and demeanor are becoming more and more like that of a female knight.

She is not extremely beautiful, but people can't help but keep their eyes on her.

"Do not move."

As if sensing Yun Changsheng's resistance, Rong Xiaoyu used a little force and pulled Yun Changsheng towards him.

Yun Changsheng nodded, but he always felt uncomfortable being so flirtatious with a woman other than Lin Duoduo.

Lin Duoduo's physical training is inseparable from him.

The effect of force is mutual...

Of course, Yun Changsheng’s situation was not as serious as hers. He was just more obsessed with her body and had a slight resistance to other women.

"Yun Lang!" Rong Xiaoyu shouted, but in the end she did not sit her butt wrapped in a green shirt on Yun Changsheng's legs.

She glared at Yun Changsheng fiercely, sighed lightly, and did not insist any longer.

"Just think of this as the final indulgence of human nature. From now on, the Dao will really be the first, and everything else will give way to the Dao."

The woman's tone was gentle and persuasive. She was saying this to Yun Changsheng, but also to herself.

Because time was so short, she threw aside her previous reserve and wanted to speed up their relationship.

Yet the man remained unmoved.

"Brother Yun... Brother Lang, what kind of person do you like? I will try my best to work in that direction in the next few months."

His tone suddenly became gentle, and his heroic eyes tried to imitate Lin Duoduo's and blinked tenderly.

She wanted to leave a little more mark in his heart, a beautiful enough mark.

Even if the mark is only a little bit.

It's a pity that she only learned a bunch of weird things. She looked heroic but spoke in such a gentle tone, which was like a precursor to the explosion of the tigress at home...

"Do you like it..." She thought for a moment and used an onomatopeia: "Rip~"

Yun Changsheng: ...

What did Lin Duoduo show the girl in the first place? He didn't respect his personal privacy at all.

"I don't know how that kind of socks are made. I went to several stores but couldn't buy them." Rong Xiaoyu complained.

"That kind of socks doesn't suit you." Yun Changsheng said seriously.

A swordsman should look like a swordsman, and a set of tight clothes will be fine.

"Then what suits me?" Rong Xiaoyu was ready to cater to Yun Changsheng's aesthetic.

"That's fine now."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"That's good."

Rong Xiaoyu automatically translated this into praising her beauty.

She leaned forward again, not caring whether Yun Changsheng agreed or not. Just like God and Lu Yan, all she had to do was adapt.

"Let's go to Shuifu Temple first. The old monk there has a lot of experience in how to forget and let go. Let's see if he left any experience before he ascended to heaven."

"it is good."

The carriage turned around and sped away at lightning speed.

A tool used by those who have transcended tribulation to relax and enjoy the scenery. If accelerated to full speed, it is similar to a teleportation array.

In just a moment, the Lanzhu Kingdom appeared below.

The carriage landed in an empty place, carrying the two people on a somewhat rugged road.

Looking out through the car curtain, the Buddhist flowers that were everywhere at that time are now nowhere to be seen.

It seemed as if it was really burned to ashes by Hyun-ji.

"Do you think the old monk really forgot? If he really forgot, why did he burn everything down?" Rong Xiaoyu asked, pulling at the corner of Yun Changsheng's clothes.

"He is the only one who knows this. Maybe if we put the Buddha flower in front of him, he will remember it again, so he burned it clean."

Yun Changsheng closed the car curtain and shook his head.

"Out of sight, out of mind. The people there are no longer here." After he said that, the car had already arrived in front of the temple.

Chapter 103: A peaceful place for Buddhists, but the rooms are not soundproofed

Although the Shuifu Temple lost their Buddha, the incense is still popular.

But this is normal. The old monk has been meditating for tens of thousands of years. I guess no one in the temple knows whether he is dead or alive.

He has become a symbol, a clay sculpture, worshipped in the homes of believers and in temples.

On that day, all the Buddhist flowers in Lanzhu Kingdom were burned. This miracle-like event made the people of Lanzhu Kingdom believe in the Shuifu Temple even more.

"go in."

Yun Changsheng was in front and Rong Xiaoyu followed behind.

The Buddhist temple built on the river was filled with steam, and once inside, all the waves were suppressed by the Buddha's light.

The monk in charge of reception was still the same monk in charge of reception. After seeing Yun Changsheng, he recognized him.

Seeing that Yun Changsheng was not carrying the black coffin, the monk in charge of reception clasped his hands together and said, "Congratulations, the donor has finally let go."

"Thank you for your help that day, Master." Yun Changsheng also returned the greeting.

The monk in charge of reception smiled, then turned his gaze to Rong Xiaoyu. After looking at him for a while, he looked as if he had been deceived.

“… Turns out she’s a female donor.”

He said he was a man that day and stayed here for several days.

The monk in charge of reception looked at Yun Changsheng, then at Rong Xiaoyu, and seeing the two of them behaving intimately, he immediately thought of something bad.

This man and this woman lived together for many days... Amitabha, what a sin.

In this peaceful Buddhist place, Donor Yun doesn't look like the type who would do anything outrageous and seek excitement...

It probably didn’t happen... The monk in charge of receiving guests didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Rong Xiaoyu was slightly embarrassed when he was recognized. It is always bad to lie to people, especially to lie to an honest monk.

As they were staring at each other, a quarrel broke out at the door.

"Didn't they charge as much as they could in the past? Why aren't they charging this year?"

"My lady donor, this flower is no longer a Buddhist flower. We no longer need it in Shuifu Temple."

"I've spent all my money on this Buddha flower all year round, and now you're telling me you don't want to accept it anymore?"

The noise continued, and several monks in charge of reception rushed over.

Yun Changsheng and Rong Xiaoyu also went over to watch the fun.

After the monk who received Yun Changsheng walked over, the group of monks seemed to have found their leader.

"Brother Puye." A young monk called out. He was the one who had been confronting a woman selling flowers.

"What's the matter?" Puye asked, clasping his hands together.

Several monks who were in charge of receiving guests spoke one by one and gave a general idea of ​​what had happened.

It turns out that there is a small village near the Shuifu Temple, and the villagers make a living by growing Buddhist flowers. No matter how much they grow every year, the Shuifu Temple will purchase them all.

Until a few days ago, all the Buddhist flowers in Lanzhu Kingdom were burned to ashes, and the Buddhist flowers in that small village were not spared.

The Shuifu Temple could not bear to see the villagers suffer such an unexpected disaster, so, like in previous years, it estimated how many Buddha flowers could be planted per acre of land and then gave silver.

Afterwards I was reminded that I don’t need to plant Buddha flowers anymore, but I can plant some green vegetables and vegetarian food. Shuifu Temple will still come here to purchase every year.

The matter should have ended there, but there was one exception.

One family's Buddha flowers did not burn in the fire, but grew more and more beautiful.

The monk who went to purchase was also in a dilemma. The temple no longer needed the Buddha flowers, and the silver should be used to replenish the villagers who planted the Buddha flowers, but the Buddha flowers burned out overnight.

This matter has been delayed until now.

The purchasing monk suggested to the woman that she should sell the flowers somewhere else.

After all, the Buddha flower has been burned to ashes overnight and is now a rare item. Someone might pay a high price for it.

But the woman just wanted to sell the flowers to the Shuifu Temple.

"Amitabha." After Puye understood what had happened, he chanted the Buddha's name.

Yun Changsheng and Rong Xiaoyu looked at each other and roughly knew who this woman was.

And being able to do such a disgusting thing...

Yun Changsheng subconsciously looked up at the sky.

If the old monk really planned to devour the World Heart in the end, he would definitely encounter this woman blocking his way.

After all, the moral integrity of the Heavenly Dao in this world... should be the style of the Heavenly Dao in this world, which is very pure and unique.

We can get a glimpse of something from that inexplicable love disaster.

"Do you think the old monk saw this girl when he ascended to heaven?" Rong Xiaoyu glanced at the woman selling flowers and nudged Yun Changsheng's arm with his elbow.

"He can't see."

"When he sees it, he will remember it, and when he remembers it, he will be afraid. When he is afraid, he will never dare to face the killer again."

The two didn't want to watch anymore, so they turned around and went to the guest room.

Puye was handling things here, and when he saw the two people walking in, he reminded them in a very subtle way.

"Donor Yun, the soundproofing of the guest rooms here is not very good."

"..."

Yun Changsheng paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

He asked why he felt Puye’s eyes were weird before, but he didn’t know what was weird.