Kuaiwen's pretentious daily life of female accessories

Haitang looked at him with soft eyes, as if everything in the world was peaceful.

There was a hint of hesitation in Shui Xunhuan's eyes, "It seems that the Venerable can cure me of the pain of the demon's backlash."

"Ah."

"condition."

"Conditions? Why does the donor want to negotiate terms with me?"

"Or tell me your purpose."

"Amitabha, I am a compassionate Buddha. To me, everything in this world is just a pink skull. I have nothing to ask for, it's just a coincidence."

Shui Xunhuan smiled in front of Haitang for the first time, "So this is how Buddhists practice, then I'll help you, Lord Lao."

Haitang clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute. He said nothing and just followed him silently.

Shui Xunhuan felt that the woman in front of him was really interesting. She seemed to understand nothing and was so clear that it was unbelievable...

He raised his hand and summoned his magic weapon, which turned out to be a flute.

Haitang: "..."

The water is happy and you step on it lightly.

He glanced back at Haitang.

Haitang lowered his eyes to collect his thoughts and followed.

In fact, the return to Ling Yue Palace was very fast, but Haitang was a little distracted and swayed slightly when he was almost there.

Shui Xunhuan's eyes flashed with confusion, but he still put his arms around her.

A faint sweetness burst into his nose, causing him to purse his thin lips and said, "Be careful, young master."

He actually didn't ask any unnecessary questions, such as... How come you, a monk who is close to Nascent Soul Dzogchen, can't even stand on a magic weapon? ? ?

Haitang did feel a little confused.

The master's natal magic weapon is also a flute, and Haitang's is a harp...

Desolate and humming.

I sighed inwardly and returned to my thoughts.

"I am distracted."

"It turns out that Buddhists also have thoughts."

"I haven't become a Buddha yet, so I haven't practiced enough."

...

Shui Xunhuan brought Haitang to his dormitory.

The two sat cross-legged.

Shui Xunhuan's inner demon has already taken a solid form. The difference between him and Shui Xunhuan is that his Taoism is not as high as his, but it is much higher than Haitang's.

Extradition is not easy! !

"I need to enter your sea of ​​consciousness."

Shui Xunhuan looked at her deeply and finally nodded in agreement.

*

Shui Xunhuan's sea of ​​consciousness is extremely wide. He has lived for nearly a thousand years, and his memory stretches far and wide.

His consciousness just followed her quietly, with his eyebrows lowered. This kind of intimate behavior actually made him very uncomfortable.

What Haitang didn't expect was that this guy turned out to be an ascetic type with no charming thoughts.

Regarding the matter of sexual intercourse between men and women...

Not to mention whether there was any, he hadn't even thought about it.

He can only be the leader of Hehuan Sect and receive favor from others.

Haitang and him looked at each other, and their minds sat face to face on the ground.

The Buddha's light swayed in his consciousness.

"Om Siparamanishaha..."

Shui Xunhuan's expression gradually turned extremely painful as the angry and infatuated curse came out.

But his inner demons didn't come out.

The two of them sat together for seven days.

The black aura surrounding Shui Xunhuan's consciousness has faded a lot, but it is only a drop in the bucket.

"Your Majesty, please rest."

Haitang thinks this person is very interesting. When he is polite, he treats him like a gentleman, when he dislikes him, he acts like a little master...

"If I want to save you, I need to save your inner demons first. This is really inappropriate. Let me think about it."

The consciousness of the two people retreated.

"cough cough..."

He looked even more miserable.

This time he coughed so hard that even his eyelashes were stained with moisture.

Haitang subconsciously raised her hand and stroked the end of his eyes gently.

Both of them were stunned...

He quickly retracted his hand, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Amitabha, I will leave now and come back tomorrow."

"it is good."

As soon as Haitang left the palace, Shui Xunhuan frowned and touched the end of his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity...

"Cough, cough, cough."

The cough interrupted all his feelings other than pain.

...

After Haitang returned to Bingyan Palace, she did some serious research.

How to get rid of this solid inner demon?

Liquor also helped look up information.

99: "Host, look at this."

"Ah."

99: "Host, why are you so concerned about that sick young boy? He's so cold that he's not lovable at all, and he won't jump up. He's not as good as Little Yanyan~"

"I will save you if you like. The fruits obtained through your own labor are more delicious. You, Xiao Ketong, understand this very well."

99: "Ha~"

Haitang frowned deeply after reading the information brought by the wine barrel...

Is this solid inner demon not able to become a clone because it has its own thinking and cultivation?

If one day he is more powerful than Shui Xunhuan, Shui Xunhuan will most likely be taken away from him...

Does that mean that Shui Xunhuan's consciousness contains another self, a self that may destroy him at any time? ?

Haitang was originally a talented monk. Once he entered Buddhism, he had mastered many practices.

She studied it for a long time and already had a good idea.

...

This inner demon can no longer be cured.

Haitang opened the storage ring and looked at it. In addition to spiritual stones and elixirs, various magical weapons and spiritual weapons...

Don’t have any normal women’s clothing? ?

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a red suit in his consciousness space.

He turned around, the Buddha's robe fell to the ground, he was wearing a fiery red cloud skirt, and his bun had also changed.

How can he still look like a Buddhist?

The barrel is a bit speechless...

They were obviously two completely different faces, but it seemed like it was seeing the flaming-red Begonia Immortal Lord.

*

It was in this appearance that Haitang entered Lingyue Palace.

Shui Xunhuan was meditating, but when he opened his eyes, his pupils shrank, "You..."

Her eyes were still clear, and the golden light on her body was obvious, but the charm came from nowhere.

媚？

It's charming.

A bit more charming than the women from the Hehuan Sect! !

"Xun Huan, you have to listen to me later."

Haitang approached him gently and sat down in front of him with a smile.

Shui Xunhuan still didn't react. She stretched out her hand, but this time she didn't touch his heart. Instead, she alternated her fingers and gently clasped his hand.

"Xun Huan, I want your four emotions, are you willing to give them to me?"

"Little master??"

"Ah."

"Why?"

"To save you."

Shui Xunhuan tried to pull away her restrained hand, but she used her strength to pull it towards her.

"What four emotions do you want from me?"

"Happiness, worry, thoughts, fear."

Shui Xunhuan's long eyelashes trembled fiercely, "Why?"

"I said, to save you. If you are asking why you want these four emotions? Then listen carefully.

I want you to be happy when you see me.

I worry about whether I like you or not.

Missing you for not being able to see me.

What’s more, I want you to never leave me, for fear of losing me. "

Shui Xunhuan chuckled softly, "Happiness, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and surprise. Why don't you want the other three?"

"Angry because I don't want to have fun..."

Haitang leaned forward a little and looked at him with serious eyes, "I don't want to have fun and be surprised because my heart pleases me, and I don't want to have fun and be sad because of losing me."

Shui Xunhuan felt that all his words were stuck in his throat.