After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

He leaned over to her ear and said in a dumb voice: "The original words of Jiang Suihan were that it is difficult to conceive an offspring, and it is not impossible to conceive...Or, Jiaojiao try with me?"

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

What to try, this guy is lustful!

She was displeased: "Buddha cleanly, you are very bad."

"This is the back mountain, it's no longer a pure Buddhist land."

Xiao Yi comforted, tilted his head and kissed her little mouth.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly pursed her lips and turned her head, not to kiss him.

Xiao Yi looked at her stubborn little appearance, and laughed: "If I don't let you go back tonight, do you plan to keep pursing your mouth like this?"

"Ok!"

The girl made a little noise from her throat, like a rabbit.

She resisted him like this...

Xiao Yi's eyes were dim.

He raised his hand and stroked the corner of her mouth: "I'm not kissing you, don't sip."

Nan Baoyi looked at him hesitantly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he quietly released his lips.

Howling wolves came from all around.

Nan Baoyi moved closer to Xiao Yi, always holding on to his wide sleeves tightly: "Shall we go back? There are no lights in the mountains and forests, I am afraid."

While talking about the lights, a little orange light in the distance emerged from the darkness.

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What is that?"

Xiao Yi scared her: "Wisp."

Nan Baoyi's eyes opened round and tweeted, a little nervous and a little rare.

The orange lights gradually approached.

Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's sleeve corner's hand and gradually used force.

As she approached, she could see clearly that the lantern was an old monk who was over sixty years old, with white beard and eyebrows, wearing a robe, and kind eyebrows.

Xiao Yi followed Buddhism etiquette: "Abbot."

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.

The monk who came out to scare people this night turned out to be the abbot of the Wanguo Temple.

Huimin smiled graciously and said in an old voice: "The mountains are sinister, and at night I'm always afraid of wild wolves going down the mountain and picking up somebody's babies, so Lao Na likes to patrol at night."

Nan Baoyi said crisply, "Then you are really conscientious."

Huimin glanced at her.

He smiled: "Lao Na sends the two back to the monastery?"

Three people go together.

A round of silver moon hung up in the sky, the mountains and forests were condensed with frost and snow. The dark ancient cypresses led all the way to the back door of the mountain temple. The crows squatted on the branches on both sides of the mountain road, rolled their eyes and watched them curiously towards the Wanguo Temple. Bean eyes are curious and deep.

Huimin said slowly: "The donor of Nanxiao seems to have a root of wisdom."

Nan Baoyi was not polite with him: "Yes, I have always been smart."

Huimin laughed twice: "The donor of Nanxiao has experienced life and death. He wants to have a deeper understanding of life and death than me and other ordinary people."

Nan Baoyi was shocked.

She stared at the back of the old monk, who led the way with a lantern, but his back was dark.

And what he said...

Is that what she thinks?

Xiao Yi held her little hand instead.

He stared at the old monk's back, and a bit of killing intent quietly appeared in the narrow and long Fengfeng eyes.

Huimin laughed again, as if eyes were growing behind her back: "Old Na has no intention of being an enemy of the two, so why should Lao Na have a murderous heart against the two? Only when he is comprehending the Buddhadharma, he always understands life and death, and just happens to meet Nan Xiao Donor, so I just want to ask her what she thinks."

Nan Baoyi said nothing.

The proposition of life and death has always been very heavy.

How can you make it clear in a few words?

In the cold night of the mountain temple, the moon was in the middle of the sky, but the fine snow fell quietly.

The beasts rushed across the mountains and forests, and flew the large group of crows inhabiting the valley, and swept towards the full moon against Ye Xue.

Xiao Yi took off his cloak and tied it around the neck of Nan Bao's clothes, carefully putting the hood on her.

Nan Baoyi looked up at him.

The man had Danfeng's eyes down, and no emotions could be seen on his handsome face.

But the action is very gentle.

She was very warm in her heart.

The Nuan Dang at this moment was deeply remembered by her. At this moment, what is life and death?

It has been nearly two more days since I returned to the temple.

The monastery was brightly lit, and the maidservants stood under the eaves, sternly waiting, ready to deal with Xiao Qingyang's nightmare.

The monks were sitting around in the courtyard, and everyone was holding red lacquered wooden fish. The sound of wooden fish and the sound of exorcism chanting were continuous and solemn.

The flower windows were closed tightly, and talisman papers painted with strange symbols were still plastered.

Nan Baoyi replied, "This is... where's ghost hunter?"

Xiao Yi lightly scoffed: "How can there be ghosts and gods in the world? How ignorant it is to place hope on these illusory things."

He does not believe in ghosts and gods.

Nan Baoyi whispered, "But I have used Anshen Soup and Anshen Fragrance, and various methods have been investigated. I can't find out the cause of the nightmare. Only when despair is extreme, will I ask for ghosts and gods?"

Xiao Yi sneered.

No matter how desperate he is, he will not ask ghosts and gods.

What's the use of asking for things that are not there in the world?

The two walked to the veranda, and ordered the maid to bring hot tea and snacks over, and they ate while waiting to see if Xiao Qingyang would have a nightmare tonight.

Buddhist temple.

Xiao Qingyang sat on the couch.

Three thousand green silks are scattered like a waterfall, and the exquisite and glamorous face is set off under the light golden candlelight with a different kind of tenderness and amorous feelings.

She stared at the young monk on the futon.

He half-closed his eyes, knocking on the wooden fish.

He was sent by the old abbot to protect her because of his excellent skill.

The crane-shaped lamp is quaint and quiet. He sits under the lamp, his appearance is as bright as the moon in the cloud, and his side is as cold as frost and snow.

He was orphaned in just half a year, and he became a famous monk because of his erudition accumulated over many years of study, as well as his proficiency in Sanskrit language and good translation of scripture.

She held the quilt and whispered softly: "Nan Chengyi, you and I used to be rangers, and your mission is to save the world. Now you are a monk and want to purify the world through Buddhism. But your six roots are not yet clean, how can you purify others? ?"

Nan Chengyi did not answer her.

There was a strong resentment in Xiao Qingyang's chest.

She walked up to him, condescending: "Nan Chengyi, you do not distinguish between good and evil, and you have wronged me to kill Xiuxiu. You are so confused, which Buddha do you want? You hate me the most, you can't let go of hatred and love, you There is no place to worship Buddha in my heart, what kind of monk are you?!"

At the end of the talk, the girl was hysterical.

Nan Chengyi still lowered his eyes, calmly knocking on the wooden fish.

Xiao Qingyang was furious, grabbed the wooden fish, and smashed to the ground fiercely.

Nan Chengyi opened his eyes, looked at the wooden fish rolling to the corner, and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness is piercing, and there is no pain of being tortured by the nightmare. If it is just a farce, the poor monk will leave."

"you--"

Xiao Qingyang couldn't bear to leave him.

She quickly grabbed the sleeves of his monk's robe, lowered her head, and whispered: "You, don't go...at least, at least stay with me for one night. When you traveled to school, you've slept on the cliffs, slept in the ice and snow. I am vigil, I, I am very practical."

The monk whose face was like a crown jade, faced Di Ji's low voice, his facial features were trapped in the light and shadow, and his expression was not visible.

He looked down.

The girl was dyed with Dankou's slender jade hands, resting on his jay-green monk robe.

Xiao Qingyang noticed his sight and quickly let go.

She took two steps back and returned to the bed sadly.

The noble Di Ji, lying in the quilt, is like a rabbit: "I'll fall asleep, Brother Nanjia, you must never leave..."

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