Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 442 How to blame Tathagata and how to blame Qing (4)

The eyes of the purple-clothed woman in front of her were full of smug smiles, and the sly eyes fell deeply into Ji Fan's eyes.

Jifan's expression finally loosened a little, his thick eyebrows frowned, as if he had a headache from the woman's entanglement.

Seeing that he was looking at her without speaking, Xia Wanzhu smiled and took the broom made of willow branches from his hand, and walked forward cheerfully.

When we reached the courtyard where several monks from Jifan were in charge of cleaning, Xia Wanzhu said loudly: "All the little monks, let me get out of the way, let me come!"

When the young monks saw a woman approaching with a broom, and Senior Brother Jifan behind her did not stop her, they all backed away.

Xia Wanzhu walked to the middle of the courtyard, her breath sank to her dantian, and the clumsy broom in her hand danced freely in her hand as if it had life.

She danced in the courtyard like a butterfly, her soft waist could be grasped, and the cuffs fluttered all over her body, dancing lightly and nimbly.

Finally, all the leaves in the courtyard were piled up and put aside quietly.

Almost all the young monks seemed to be still immersed in the illusion of the flying fairy that day just now. When Xia Wanzhu stood in place, he still hadn't slowed down.

Ji Fan looked at the piles of leaves, then at Xia Wanzhu who had a smile in his eyes, his brows furrowed deeper.

He bowed slightly to Xia Wanzhu, and said: "Cleaning the temple is also a kind of practice for monks, and please don't clean the courtyard for them next time, Amitabha."

Xia Wanzhu's eyes froze, and the smile froze on his face.

As if he hadn't seen it, Ji Fan passed by Xia Wanzhu and said to the young monks: "We cultivators must rely on our own hands and feet to accumulate merit. Laziness is the most undesirable. Today's homework cannot be discarded. , the fallen leaves are piled up, and I will punish you to copy the scriptures three times.”

"Yes, brother."

Xia Wanzhu looked at those little monks, feeling wronged for them in her heart, it was all done by her, why did he punish these little monks!
"Handsome monk!" Xia Wanzhu stopped him, strode up, her beautiful eyes were full of anger, "I did everything, why did you punish these little monks!"

"The state owns the state law, the family has its family rules, and the temple naturally has its precepts. The eight precepts of Buddhism should not be touched lightly."

Xia Wanzhu's body froze.

"Female benefactor, the little monk has other things to do, so leave first, Amitabha."

Xia Wanzhu looked at his back, feeling sour in his heart, Jifan was too smart, he already knew what she meant when she pestered him like this, so did he come here to remind her specially today?

However, she came here for Jifan, if she doesn't complete the task, she will be obliterated, so she must work hard to make Jifan fall in love with her.

Burn it, little universe!
At this time, the sky has completely brightened, and it is time to hit the board and have breakfast.

A few days ago, Jifan delivered the vegetarian meal to her guest room, but she found it interesting to eat with these monks, and she has been with them since then.

At the dinner table, Xia Wanzhu was sitting next to Ji Fan, this was the first time she had put vegetables in Ji Fan's bowl.

The young monks next to each other were dumbfounded.

"Female benefactor, that's enough." Ji Fan said suddenly, Xia Wanzhu accidentally dropped the chopsticks on the table.

She looked at Jifan aggrievedly and muttered, "I just want to pick up some food for you."

Jifan ignored her, but kept his eyes on the table.

Xia Wanzhu looked over and found that the only dish on this table was almost all put into Jifan's bowl by her, and the other young monks were pitifully eating their rice but dared not say anything.

Xia Wanzhu's face turned red with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I saw all of you, and with a shake of hand, I put all of you into the handsome monk's bowl."

Monks: Female donor, there are so many of us sitting here, don’t we have a sense of presence that is not as strong as that of our senior fellow monks?
(End of this chapter)