Chapter 125 Buddha, please protect your little fox (37)
The booklet was picked up by Jingchen.
He had read all the scriptures in the world, but had never seen a bamboo book like this.
Out of curiosity, Jingchen gently opened the booklet.
The next second, the pupils suddenly contracted.
The booklet was a sea of white.
Jingchen was so frightened that he stood there in a daze, and the bamboo book in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
What a book this is, it is totally immoral.
His face flushed with anger and he turned around to walk into the hall.
Wait, what if it falls outside the palace and is seen by the eunuchs and palace maids?
Affect his reputation.
Jingchen paused, hesitated for a few seconds, picked up the booklet, took it into the hall and burned it with candlelight.
The tips of his ears were flushed throughout the whole process.
Only after watching the flames devour the bamboo book did he breathe a sigh of relief.
But sometimes having a good memory is not necessarily a good thing.
Jingchen's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple tightened. He clutched the medicine jar and approached Chen Yuan.
Shen Yuan was determined not to give in.
"Anyway...I don't wear it."
Although she is not as good as the average vixen, she still has the blood of the Qingqiu fox flowing in her body, so she still has the most basic ability to heal wounds.
Jingchen said nothing, but kept moving.
"Don't come over here."
Chen Yuan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He wished he could cling to the wall and not get down. He looked at Jing Chen as if he were a beast.
Hearing this, Jingchen's eyelashes trembled, and then he lowered his head dejectedly.
"Little fox, do you dislike me?"
His delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a faint blush at the corners of his eyes, making him look pitiful and innocent.
Shen Yuan couldn't stand his expression the most. She swallowed her saliva, and her originally firm voice began to seem to crumble.
"I...I'm telling you, don't try this on me. I won't take any hardship."
She subconsciously straightened her chest, but her legs felt a little weak.
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The summer in Daliang is very short. As soon as July begins, an autumn rain comes.
The rain took away the remaining heat, and the air was filled with humidity.
The number of pilgrims to Putuo Temple has visibly decreased. The peak season has passed and half of the meditation rooms are empty.
Wet and cold weather is most likely to arouse people's laziness and fatigue.
Chen Yuan lazily nestled in the quilt, revealing only her smooth forehead and waterfall-like hair.
Jingchen went to the Buddhist temple as usual. Although he no longer considered himself a Buddhist, reciting the morning sutra had become a habit for him.
There was suddenly a rustling sound outside the window.
It's raining again,
The bamboo leaves were beaten to pieces by the autumn rain, and their originally emerald green color gradually began to turn yellow.
Even though he was dozing off again, Shen Yuan still forced himself to open his eyes.
A small white hand stretched out from under the quilt, took the plush cloak on the couch, and quickly got back in.
Only after putting on her clothes under the quilt did Shen Yuan muster the courage to get out of bed.
She stood up, closed the window, tidied up the desk, then took the bamboo umbrella from the wooden table and pushed open the door of the Zen room.
On the desk behind her were various rouges, bracelets, earrings, and yellowed scriptures.
Two things that should never appear in the same place are now in harmony.
It will take about a while before Jingchen finishes his sutra.
Chen Yuan held a bamboo umbrella and waited silently outside the Buddhist temple.
These days, she has been avoiding the abbot intentionally or unintentionally, not wanting to appear in front of him.
Moreover, there is a huge golden statue of Buddha standing in the temple.
She and Jingchen spent almost every night together in the Zen room, so she always felt a little guilty when facing the holy and elegant Buddha statue.
The bell rang, and several thin monks walked out of the Buddhist temple.
One of them, after seeing her, turned his head and whispered to the person next to him.
Everyone in the temple knew that Jingchen, the Buddhist disciple personally appointed by the emperor, kept a charming vixen in his meditation room.
And that vixen was Miss Shen Yuan who lived not far away.
The abbot said that vixen have a charming and seductive appearance, with a pair of narrow and long fox eyes, which are very attractive.
They like to seduce men, then dig out their hearts and suck their yang energy.
Miss Shen Yuan, with her charming and enchanting appearance and superb charm, bewitched the Buddhist's mind and destroyed his Buddhist faith.
Thinking of this, the monk couldn't help but glance sideways, his curious eyes falling on the face of the woman not far away.
She is petite and wears a plain and elegant white skirt.
Her long, dark hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, with a strand hanging down on the side of her shoulder, making her look gentle and soft.
If I didn't know the inside story, I would never have believed that the elegant woman in front of me was actually a seductive fox demon.
Sensing something unusual, Chen Yuan tilted his head slightly and met the monk's eyes.
At that moment, I felt my body stiffen.
He dropped his head in panic and walked away quickly.
Soon, an elegant and indifferent figure slowly walked out of the Buddhist hall.
Jingchen's expression was cold and his eyes were as calm as water, as if he had no desire for anything in the world.
The moment he saw Chen Yuan, a smile appeared in his narrow eyes.
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