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Chapter 557 The Three Worlds of Buddha: Red Lotus Tribulation ([-])

The white mist surrounds the mountain peak, the pale golden light falls on the ethereal mountain peak, the sunlight passes through the bushes, and through the morning mist, it slantly fills the earth.

There was the sound of birds chirping in the mountains, and the little monk opened his eyes. He slept sitting up all night, and he practiced like this in the past. He was not very tired, but his legs were a little stiff when Wan Wan slept on his pillow. numb.

"Wanwan...wake up...the morning sun has come out..." he called out softly, she hoped to see the sunrise of the morning sun, and she definitely didn't want to miss the next visit.

Wanwan moved her body and buried her face in his belly, and murmured, "Don't make noise, let me sleep again."

The little monk smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand after a moment of hesitation, and brushed away her messy hair, revealing her fair cheeks.

"Little Honglian, if you don't get up again, you won't be able to see the morning sun..."

Wanwan put her arms around his thin waist and rubbed against him, her voice just woke up with a hint of cowardice, "I'll squint for a while, just for a while..."

The little monk's Adam's apple twitched, feeling that his throat was a little thirsty, and he recited a few words of pure heart mantra in his heart.

"Little Honglian...wake up..." he called out in a soft voice, like the sound of a clear spring in front of a mountain, it was very pleasant to hear, and one couldn't afford to be bored.

Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at his handsome face, "Little monk...you are so noisy..."

The little monk laughed, it was she who wanted to see Chuyang, he didn't want her to miss him so he took the trouble to wake her up, she hated him for making noise.

The little monk wrote it down in his heart, Xiao Honglian didn't like others to disturb her sleep.

Wanwan was already awake, sitting up and leaning against the little monk's arms.

The little monk didn't push her away, a slight blush flashed across his fair face. According to Buddhist precepts, monks are not allowed to get close to women, and even regard women as tigers.

Xiao Honglian is different, she is his most important thing.

Wanwan looked into the distance, the red sun was rising in the sky, shining on the sea of ​​clouds like a beautiful one, a gust of mountain wind blew slowly, the clouds and smoke scattered, peaks, valleys, pines and rocks appeared and disappeared in the colorful sea of ​​clouds, such a magnificent scenery It is hard to see between heaven and earth.

"Isn't the sunrise beautiful?" Wanwan turned to ask the little monk.

The little monk lowered his head slightly and said with a smile, "It's pretty."

It's just that she is the prettiest in her arms, with cheeks as white as jade, a little cinnabar between her brows, and watery eyes that are sparkling and moving.

Wanwan leaned on his shoulder, and the two of them quietly watched the rising sun. Occasionally, birds flew by on the mountain peaks, and there were deer running through the forest in the early morning.

"Zhi—" a high-pitched cry, Wanwan quickly looked towards the sky.

A huge bird hovered in the sky, its fiery red feathers were exceptionally beautiful, but its whole body carried a fierce aura.

"What a shameless monk——" Chongmingniao landed not far from the mountain peak, with a wicked smile on his face, and sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "The monk from the Bodhi Temple actually had a tryst with a woman on the back mountain..."

The person is not good!
The little monk stood up together with Wanwan, and he protected Wanwan behind him.

"Who is the benefactor?" He didn't see a trace of panic.

Feng Lin stared at the little monk coldly, and said arrogantly: "I am here today to take the Buddha's relic in your body. If you hand it over obediently, I will spare your life and the life of the woman behind you..."

The young monk's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "It's not easy for a benefactor to practice for a thousand years, so don't do anything that will cause trouble."

Feng Lin sneered: "It seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine!" After speaking, he raised his hands, and the violent gust of wind blew towards the young monk.

(End of this chapter)