"Flower Monk!"
Hua Qingcheng waved and shouted towards Wu Chen, but unfortunately the other party could not hear the voice of her wandering soul.
"My dear sister, where are you?"
"I can't believe you're here, can you?"
"You thief God!"
"Did I dig up all your ancestral graves in my previous life? Why are you treating me like this in this life?" Wu Chen, who was extremely sad, pointed to the sky and cursed again.
"I was born a prince, yet I was despised by my own father. I have a mother who is so high and mighty, but she doesn't have much motherly affection for me. Having parents is like having no parents at all. They might as well have thrown me into the mountains to feed the wolves. Why would they let me become a monk?"
"I don't care about being a prince! I don't care about being a Wuchen Master! Whoever wants to be one can be one!"
Wu Chen simply raised his hand to wipe away his tears, erasing the sadness of the past eighteen years.
"The bald monks at Tianlong Temple either urged me to chant sutras or forced me to practice martial arts every day. The old monk Ku Mu, who was known as Laozi's master, could only chant 'Amitabha' and beat the wooden fish in front of me."
"Screw Amitabha! Screw Amitayus! If I ever get upset, I'll open the largest brothel in Zhaoyang Country across from Tianlong Temple! It'll be open non-stop from dawn to dusk, twelve hours a day, so you can listen to all the lewd music!"
"hehe……"
Wu Chen laughed out of anger.
"God damn it! I only want my 'good sister', and I don't want anything else, is that okay?"
"I have humbled myself to the dust for her, why is she still so hard-hearted towards me?"
"Why?"
"Just because I'm Su Mutianjun's son?"
"If being Su Mutianjun's son is a sin, and it's the reason why my 'good sister' hates me, then I'm willing to 'cut off my bones to repay my father, and cut off my flesh to repay my mother', to wash away all my sins..."
Wuchen, dressed in white monk's robes, sat slumped on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, blinking away the endless tears of pain. Then, he took out a dagger from his bosom and unsheathed it with a "swish".
"Boom~"
Before the thunder struck the ground, another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the dagger in Wu Chen's hand that was shining with a cold light.
"Flower Monk!"
"don't want!"
Hua Qingcheng felt a little sour in her nose. She covered her aching heart and slowly floated to Wu Chen's side.
"Hua Heshang, I don't hate you, never. I just don't want you to have a hard time in the future, and I don't want to see both Brother Li and you suffer!"
"You...don't do anything stupid!"
The ghost Hua Qingcheng reached out to pull the dagger out of Wu Chen's hand, but she missed.
(The dormant Yaoqin spirit, Su Mutiansheng: I only wanted to lure him to rescue someone, but I used too much force, not only exhausting my own spirit power, but also provoking his inner demons.
Goddess: The weapon spirit Su Mutiansheng's merit value is reduced by one!)
"Boss, there's another stranger over there. Shall we go and absorb his yang energy?"
The white-faced imp looked at Wu Chen, who was overflowing with masculinity, swallowed his saliva, bared his fangs, and looked extremely greedy.
"I told you that you died of stupidity in your lifetime, but you still don't admit it?" The big ghost with green face and fangs patted the head of the little white-faced ghost in annoyance.
"That man has a lot of yang energy, but don't you see the murderous aura emanating from him? You're provoking someone who's even ruthless enough to kill you. Do you think you've been around too long?"
"Shut up, both of you!"
Hua Qingcheng looked up at the two ghosts chattering above her head.
"If you dare to touch a hair on his head, I will kill you!" Hua Qingcheng waved her fist at the two ghosts.
"Hehehe~"
"He is a bald man and he has no hair!" The white-faced ghost covered his mouth with his hands and laughed heartily.
"What do you know?"
"He's not a bald man, he's a highly accomplished monk with twelve scars from his ordination. Be careful, he'll chant sutras and send you to hell, so you can experience what it's like to be fried in oil!"
Hua Qingcheng glanced at the white-faced ghost and said in a cold tone. Seeing the other party's face suddenly turn even paler and drag the big ghost away, Hua Qingcheng knew that she had been right in "scaring the child", no, "scaring the ghost".
"Good sister, see you in the next life!"
The light in the charity cemetery was dim and gloomy, and the atmosphere was eerie and scary. The white candlelight in the corners of the walls on both sides added a bit of eerie atmosphere to the place.
Wu Chen, trapped in his inner demons, raised the cold dagger in his hand, took off his pants, and prepared to swing it at the flesh on his thigh. (There's the most flesh here, so I'll cut there first!)
"No, Flower Monk!"
Hua Qingcheng pounced directly towards Wuchen.
With a clang, a bloody dagger fell to the ground...
Hua Qingcheng woke up in severe pain, but when she woke up, the monk who had cut her with a dagger was gone.
"Flower Monk!"
"Flower Monk!"
"Where are you?"
Hua Qingcheng looked around, but in the charity cemetery, there were only the coffins with destroyed lids, the disgusting corpses inside the coffins, the stench in the air, and a few ghosts shivering in the corners. Where was the shadow of Monk Hua?
"Hiss~"
"Why does it hurt so much?"
Hua Qingcheng touched her thigh, but unexpectedly felt something sticky.
Is it blood?
But wasn’t it the Flower Monk who just cut his own thigh with a dagger?
Hua Qingcheng looked at herself in astonishment. She was actually wearing Monk Hua's white robes. Huh? These hands and legs didn't seem to be her own either.
Touching his face again, those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose, those lips, and the sharp, angular features… no matter how you touch it, it looks like a man? And a very handsome man, at that?
Looking at his strong arms, Hua Qingcheng touched his chest. "Huh? How did it become an airport? And a spacious one at that?"
After a brief thought, Hua Qingcheng closed her eyes and slid her hand into her underwear to feel...
However, this touch shocked Hua Qingcheng so much that the hairs on her body stood on end! This figure (185cm+18.5cm) was simply too perfect! The feel, the size, it was simply amazing... (No! Ahem... Her original intention was just to check whether she was a man or a woman.)
What is going on?
How did she suddenly become a man? And if she guessed correctly, this man was a flower monk.
Where did the Flower Monk go?
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