"Huahua, the man in the white monk's robe is the male protagonist of this world, Nan Huaijin." Pangpang reminded in his sea of consciousness.
"Okay, I understand." Jiang Taohua curled the corners of her lips and looked at Nan Huaijin with bright eyes.
In this world, she wants to be a witch and pull Nan Huaijin down from the altar and bring him into the worldly realm.
Seeing Nan Huaijin and his group coming over here, Jiang Taohua started to make tea.
When Nan Huaijin and his group walked over, they smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, which made them feel refreshed and relaxed both physically and mentally.
"It smells so good." A young monk took a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.
The other young monks also looked intoxicated.
When Nan Huaijin started, he was amazed by the fragrance of the tea.
But he quickly came to his senses and regained his composure.
When Jiang Taohua saw Nan Huaijin and his group passing by her inn, she went out and warmly invited them in for tea. "Masters, you must be tired from walking. Come in and have some tea and rest."
Several young monks really wanted to go in to have some tea and rest, but they had no say in the matter.
So they turned their eyes to Nan Huaijin, waiting for his answer.
"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you any more."
Nan Huaijin clasped his hands together, bowed and refused, his voice distant and emotionless, his eyes dull and heartless.
After saying this, he left without waiting for Jiang Taohua to answer.
The little monks behind him followed him regretfully, alas, they wanted to drink tea.
Jiang Taohua looked at his sacred and inviolable appearance, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. She wondered what would happen if this high and mighty Buddhist who was not tainted by the worldly affairs was pulled down from the altar by her and was tainted by the worldly atmosphere.
She is looking forward to it.
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