Chapter 2925： The holy monk's lotus essence (39)

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After that, he reached out and nodded her eyebrows.

"It's just too much distraction, don't do this. In the future, clear the clutter of your mind, put unnecessary senses, and come to me every day to read the scriptures."

Bai Weiwei stretched her hand to cover her forehead, her lips beeping at once, her cheeks immediately bulged, like an inflatable fish.

Grinding her teeth, she said coldly, "Monk, just talk, and you're welcome to attack yourself."

Ning Chen suddenly took a small wooden hammer from a side of the table and knocked her head.

"Clear your mind and listen to my chanting."

He decided to let her follow the path of cultivation, so as not to stray into evil ways and be killed by the big demon.

Cultivate yourself, keep pure, and finally become a fairy.

It is still expected to become one of the guardians of the temple.

By that time, she would be one of the relics. Can get temple protection.

For example, the ten thousand year old turtle in the large pond behind the temple.

Is one of the holy relics.

The old tortoise has learned human nature, can understand the human heart, and even divined something that did not happen.

It is well protected.

She can go that way too.

Cultivate some magical power, and then keep your own pure breath, do not touch any evil things, do not harm people, do not eat people.

The life of a fairy is longer than that of a human.

He died later, and she could be protected here.

Bai Weiwei immediately jumped up, raised her hands and covered her head, and glared at him: "Monk, aren't you human, is there no monk in the temple, and you start to pull others hard to be a monk?"

Ning Chen began turning the verse to the first page.

"Listen to me every day for two hours."

Bai Weiwei: It ’s too difficult for her to listen to four hours of hypnotic Mani Mani every day.

Immediately without any hesitation, she turned and rushed out the door.

The door was open, so she should go to bed first.

As a result, when she stepped beyond the threshold, her collar was pinched.

Fingertip, hold it, lift it.

She has become smaller again.

The body's light was absorbed by the beads, and she was not strong enough and turned into a small one.

And the jewel that sent her floated above her head again.

Buddha beads-under the command of Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's expression was faint. He put her on the table and said, "Go ahead."

Bai Weiwei immediately got up, just about to say something, but a shadow suddenly struck. She stared blankly at the top, and heard a gurgling sound.

Fine, she's stuck.

A large bowl for begging, buckled down.

Bai Weiwei was sitting in the darkness with a grimace.

Then he heard the quiet and clear voice of the teenager.

"After listening to the scriptures, let you out."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Ning Chen began to whisper some shallower verses.

Then explain slowly.

In the bowl, the sound of Bai Weiwei's hammer bowl and the words of her jumping up and down shouting.

"Monk, you are a crime, you are forcibly selling, you are a brainwasher, you have to let me out and I will kill you."

Marketing ... brainwashing ...

Although these words probably knew the meaning, no one had described him so.

Ning Chen was sitting at the table with one hand on his cheek and the other hand holding the scriptures, his tone still light and light.

Lonely night.

The leprechaun's voice was very lively.

He looked down at the bowl, his thin lips, and narrowed his lips.

Then he began to preach again.

Maybe not to her, but to herself.

The long night was long, and the young man looked down quietly, but did not find it difficult at all.

[Ding, the male lead favors 25. 】

Last one, good night.

New books should start pk, pk has a life and death effect on the book, mainly to read after reading. The more readers come in to read the more likely to be promoted, so the editor requires more new books to be updated.

I will try to keep the Wei Wei book updated.

Then write a new book.

If Weiwei updates too late, don't wait, don't stay up late with me. Stay up all night and really lose hair.

The bald writer silently crawled away.

(End of this chapter)