A bald man in a khaki cotton robe stood under the tree, looking at the two of them with unfriendly eyes.
Han Zeyu also looked at the other party without giving in.
Judging from his hairstyle, he should be a monk, but in terms of temperament, he looks more like a bandit.
Instead of putting your hands together, say "Amitabha".
This person is more suitable to shout: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, if you want to pass through here, you have to leave money for passage!"
Han Zeyu not only looked at the other person, he also had a no-prize guessing contest with Su Shien.
"Do you think he's a fake monk or a real bandit?"
This question is tricky, so Su Shien chose to remain silent.
Han Zeyu never needs any support when he speaks. He says whatever he wants to say and no one can stop him.
"Are you saying he's a bandit disguised as a monk, or a monk disguised as a bandit?"
Su Shien smacked his lips and thought to himself, you don't even give me a choice!
You describe him as a bandit with a shaved head. What else is there to ask?
However, Su Shien prefers the third possibility.
"Do you think he could be a senior monk from Dingyun Temple? Judging from his age, he must be of a high rank."
Han Zeyu said categorically: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Shouldn't Buddhist monks be kind, amiable and approachable?
If you say he is a furious King Kong, it would be somewhat believable.
"In my mind, the master should be someone who holds a red sandalwood alms bowl, beats a huanghuali wooden fish, leans on a pure gold Zen staff, and wears a dazzling cassock with gold and silver threads."
Su Shien frowned and thought, why doesn't this sound like a serious master?
These two people relied on the distance and low noise to openly catch crickets.
The old monk narrowed his eyes, feeling that these two people were not saying anything nice.
He strode forward and spoke first: "What are you looking at?"
Han Zeyu replied subconsciously: "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"
The old monk flicked his rosary beads and snorted coldly, "That's just specious talk."
What big rosary beads! He really looks like a monk.
Su Shien tugged at Yuger's sleeve, signaling him to be more low-key.
The two men bowed as an apology.
Han Zeyu muttered, "I'm doing this for your own good. I've seen too much sweet romance. What if I want to return to secular life?"
Su Shien smiled awkwardly, feeling extremely lucky that the hat and scarf were strong enough.
After having a good argument, Han Zeyu grabbed her husband and ran away decisively.
As a result, I had just walked ten meters away when I felt a cold wind blowing from behind.
OK!
He said he was a fake monk, right? How could a real master do such a sneak attack from behind?
Abbot Deyun did not launch a sneak attack. He just realized what Han Zeyu said.
In the blink of an eye, they had walked more than ten meters. If they didn't take action, the person would disappear.
Han Zeyu fought back. As a northerner for two lifetimes, he was never afraid of anyone when it came to snowball fights.
Abbot Deyun showed no sign of weakness: "I have eaten more salt than you have seen snow, so don't be so arrogant, you little brat!"
Han Zeyu immediately seized the loophole in the words and used his own spear to attack his shield.
"I told you you were bored and had nothing to do, so you spied on young people having sex. Turns out you've eaten too much salt, it's too salty."
Abbot Deyun was choked. What a sharp-tongued brat.
"Hiding one's head and showing one's tail is the behavior of a mean person."
"Are you okay? It's so cold. If you don't wrap yourself up tightly, what if your ears get frozen? What if your hands and feet get frozen? What if your hair gets frozen off?"
Abbot Deyun was furious. He had no hair because he became a monk, and it had nothing to do with being cold.
The two of them fought back and forth, not giving anyone else a chance to intervene.
Su Shien squatted under a tree to protect himself. This level of snowball fight was not suitable for a weak scholar like him.
The old monk seemed to be really angry, and the snowball left an afterimage.
Han Zeyu was not strong enough and had to fight and retreat.
When he retreated to Su Shien's side, he grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
Su Shien wanted to say, "Can't you wait for me to stand up? Do you have to be so impatient?"
But the reality didn't allow him to speak, because Han Zeyu was running too fast, and if he opened his mouth, he would surely be filled with wind and snow.
Just now, when Han Zeyu saw that the situation was not good, he decisively activated his supernatural powers.
Abbot Deyun was covered in snow and dirt and could not help but stand there in a daze.
What kind of trick is this? I've never heard of this!
When he came to his senses and looked carefully, he saw a long drag mark on the ground. The two brats had already run away.
Han Zeyu just ran down the mountain, ignoring the roar behind him.
Saying he's rude?
Nonsense, he is the eldest son of the second branch of the Han family in Yunshan Village. His name and surname are both Han Zeyu.
You didn't even hesitate to talk back even when you were running away. You are worthy of being me.
Su Shien was very touched. He finally took responsibility for once and did not call himself Su Han.
He wisely closed his eyes just now, and when he stopped, he found that he had reached the foot of the mountain.
Han Zeyu felt guilty and hurriedly brushed off the snow on her husband's body.
Su Shien said nothing. He was angry, the kind that was hard to appease.
Han Zeyu's eyes lit up. Does she need him to coax her?
That's great, he's the best at coaxing people.
They all say that there is a seven-year itch and a five-year glass marriage, which is fragile and vulnerable.
The emotional life of an old couple also needs some extra adjustments.
Let's see how the innocent little husband uses his gentle and affectionate offensive to win over the dark, sensitive and arrogant man.
Bald donkey, scholar, and little goblin.
Fahai, Xu Xian, and White Snake.
Lord Qingbai has another inspiration, this configuration is invincible.
Su Shien unknowingly enjoyed the treatment like an emperor and was served comfortably.
Her husband is the best man in the world, and the library pales in comparison to him.
Han Zeyu not only provided spiritual and physical comfort.
He also generously made financial compensation.
Su Shien happily placed the purse containing the silver bills under her pillow, and her dreams were filled with the intoxicating smell of copper all night long.
Han Zeyu tiptoed out of bed and looked at himself in the unclear bronze mirror.
After being hit on the back several times, the old monk had some skills. He must have used his internal force to hit him.
Never mind, he also used earth-based abilities, so let's just call it even.
She climbed back onto the bed, nestled in Su Shien's arms, and whimpered coquettishly, "Husband~ Your dear baby is injured~"
Su Shien was half asleep, and out of reflex, he hugged the person tightly and gave him a soothing kiss.
Han Zeyu immediately laughed like a pig.
The couple is very sweet and loving to each other.
Abbot Deyun was so angry that he didn't eat his vegetarian meal.
It was not until the evening when I couldn't bear it anymore that I drank a big bowl of lotus seed soup in anger to calm my anger.
What was even more tragic was that the next morning, Abbot Deyun found that his arms were numb and he could not lift them.
The young disciple was frightened and went to find Master Yuanjue in tears.
Abbot Deyun wanted to punch the wall, but unfortunately his arms were too weak.
He was so angry that he yelled, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"
After a while, Abbot Yuanjue personally applied medicine and bandaged the wound.
"Uncle Master, why are you doing this?"
This hot temper...
The master is right. My uncle’s Dharma name should not be Deyun, but Jiechen.
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