Chapter 2920： The Holy Monk's Lotus Essence (34)

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At this moment, the Wanyuan Temple will bloom with flowers and fly to the ground regardless of the drought in the middle of winter.

All spiritual things instinctively approach Ning Chen.

The floating buddha was wrapped around his wrist, and the golden spikes fell on the side of his leg, his fingertips were pale, as pure as snow.

Suddenly, the golden spike was pulled.

Ning Chen lightly opened her thin lips and was explaining the scriptures.

He had a sudden tone of speech, and when no one found anything different, he resumed the explanation just now.

The teenager's voice is sweet and cold, pours into his ears, washing his mind.

The little man, holding his ears, climbed up and kicked his legs.

This made Ning Chen's eyelashes tremble, but still did not lower his head, maintaining a calm look.

Bai Weiwei, who smashed the blood again, bought another **** humanoid sticker, and wanted to win the favor of this broken monk.

Otherwise stay in the pond every day.

When the lotus has faded, you don't necessarily have to wait for a monk's favor.

Bai Weiwei clutched the ear, and hugged a floating buddha, just like swinging on a swing, shaking it, and then released it with force.

The whole person smashed into Ning Chen's arms instantly.

The teenager, who was still calmly explaining, finally looked at the side of the light, but saw Bai Weiwei covering her face and smashing at him.

She shouted, "Monk, I'm going to fall to death. You have to follow me."

Under the lotus platform, it is a very high and high step.

When she fell, she would be injured even if she was light.

The young man who was originally holy and cold finally had a helpless expression on his face. He sighed slightly and stretched out his pretty fingertips.

The little one fell into his palm.

The sudden touch is soft, and her lotus skirt is also extremely glutinous, giving the feeling of glutinous rice dumplings.

This sudden scene interrupted the rhythm of the explanation.

Young youth pursed her thin red lips and lowered her eyes, her eyes reflecting her rolling body on his fingers.

She finally got up and finally gave him a cute smile and winked.

"Monk, I miss you, so come to you."

Ning Chen looked at her silently for a while before casually resting her on her lap, and then he looked up again.

To all the monks stunned on and off the stage.

The voice remained calm; "Continue."

The old monk next to him immediately bowed his head and obediently knocked on the wooden fish.

And Bai Weiwei sat curiously in his palm, looking around.

"Monk, even if you are not fun, you have cultivated a bunch of more uninteresting monks. Can't you do something fun?

Ning Chen ignored her.

It seemed to him that there was nothing more important than explaining the scriptures.

Bai Weiwei sighed coldly, suddenly raised her hand, and sighed at her pointed nails.

Then he scratched his palm.

Ning Chen's face was quiet.

Bai Weiwei snorted, scratching his fingertips, his skin was really thick.

It won't break.

She frowned, lowered her head, lit her ten-finger nails, and then scratched as quickly as she did.

Finally Ning Chen's eyes trembled, his fingertips trembled, and the voice of his interpretation of the scriptures was low.

Bai Weiwei: Scratching and scratching your dead bald donkey.

Everyone was warned by the sound of Muyu, and they bowed their heads again and began to listen carefully to the scriptures.

The result was inaudible.

Because the teenager on the stage did not speak.

They looked up again, but saw the young man on the lotus platform, squinting, looking at their palms quietly.

(End of this chapter)