The young monk has returned to secular life

When Yi Zhen heard her words, his heart suddenly trembled.

This woman is so unsure of herself, just because of her eyes, but they are not obscene at all.

He hurriedly closed his eyes tightly, trying to hide the truth, but he didn't know that this exposed his existence even more.

"Who is hiding there? Come out quickly!" The little maid's scolding came immediately.

Yi Zhen remained silent and kept thinking silently in his heart: Can't see me...can't see me...can't see me...

"A monk?!"

This time the sound was very close to me, just above the white marble rockery.

Yi Zhenqing knew that she couldn't hide, so she had to raise her head and look at the maid. Not to mention, although this little maid had a green face, her appearance was very dashing.

"Sister, the young monk has returned to secular life."

The maid didn't care whether he had returned to secular life or not, she reached out and grabbed him out.

This girl's hands are not that strong.

"Sister, please don't do this. You will cause people to see the misunderstanding..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Qingmei's face turned red, but she still didn't let go of the collar of his neck and directly carried him to the woman in white, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Yi Zhen said with a bitter face: "You two ladies, you have misunderstood. I had no choice but to hide here to avoid being chased. I originally wanted to leave when the count reached '1', but I didn't expect you to find me." .”

"Counting to '1'?" Qingmei's face hardened, and she said sternly: "What code word is this?"

Yi Zhen hesitated: "It's just... a timing method, which means the time of two sticks of incense."

"Which temple are you a monk from?" Qingmei asked again.

"Amitabha, the young monk has returned to secular life."

Yizhen still wanted to hide it, but Qingmei was not the one with the winter melon face. A dagger appeared in her hand and was placed on Yizhen's neck: "If you don't tell me, I will kill you!"

Fortunately, the woman in white was not as impatient as Qingmei. She waved her hand gently and said softly: "Where did you become a monk before you returned to secular life?"

"Uh..." Yi Zhen didn't want to say it and hurt the old monk Zhizun, but when he looked at the woman in white with a sincere look, he felt that he couldn't bear to deceive her.

"Bodhi Temple."

"Who is your master?" the woman in white asked again.

"Zhizun."

"The master monk of the Zhizi generation is not something that ordinary people can worship as his disciples. Why did you return to secular life?" The woman in white continued to ask.

This question is a bit embarrassing, and Yi Zhen is reluctant to answer it.

"Because... after learning, I came down the mountain and experienced the world of mortals."

Qingmei sneered: "Then you went to the brothel to gain experience?"

She had already guessed that Yi Zhen was the young monk who appeared in Liefang Pavilion.

Yi Zhen coughed softly: "Miss, don't get me wrong. I heard that there are monsters in Liefang Pavilion, so I wanted to catch them in exchange for steamed bun money."

"I didn't expect that I was kind enough to catch the demon for them. Not only did they not thank me, but they also wanted to hunt me down. It's really unreasonable."

When the woman in white heard what he said, she covered her mouth and turned to the side.

Qingmei was not as reserved as she was. She almost laughed and said: "You are really a fool. Fortunately, you didn't say which temple you were a monk at that time. Otherwise, the people in Liefang Pavilion would not only thank you, but also thank you." I will thank all the monks at Bodhi Temple."

Thank my whole family? This doesn't seem like a good word.

"Miss, can you tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Qingmei was about to answer, but was stopped by the woman in white.

She said: "You didn't do anything wrong, it was Liefang Pavilion that was wrong."

Qingmei had a sad face and glared at Yizhen.

"Miss, it's not a matter of who is right or wrong now. He came to our house. The people in Liefang Pavilion will definitely think that he was sent by us. Even if we jump into Tianchi, we won't be able to clean him up."

Yi Zhen was afraid that they would hand him over to prove his innocence, so he hurriedly said: "You two ladies, don't worry, they didn't even see me when I came in over the wall."

Qingmei smiled coldly and pointed to the outside of the wall: "If you climb over the wall from here, it will be either the General's Mansion or the Duke's Mansion. Is there any difference whether you can see it or not?"

The woman in white said softly: "It's okay. Even if they know it was me, what can they do? I have the final say in the thirty cities of Xinzhou."

So domineering, I like it.

Qingmei nodded slightly and said coldly: "Then what should we do next? Kill him or beat him half to death and throw him out?"

Yi Zhen was frightened to death by the multiple-choice question she asked.

"Miss, can you add another option? I want to go out on my own."

The woman in white glanced at him, stood up and walked out of the wooden pavilion.

"Arrange a room for him and send him back to Bodhi Temple tomorrow."

The next day.

Yizhen was forced to put on a wig and put on the clothes of a servant of the Duke's mansion, and accompanied fifteen guards to escort Mu Yunqing, who was disguised as a man, back to Bodhi Temple.

In the Zen room of Monk Zhizun, Mu Yunqing sat cross-legged.

"Master Zhizun, I met a young monk at home last night who was being hunted by Liefang Pavilion. Originally, I wanted to hand him over to Liefang Pavilion, but unexpectedly when I asked him, he said he was your disciple."

"I brought him to your temple specifically today just to ask you to identify the authenticity."

Only then did Yi Zhen realize that this beautiful and shameless eldest lady from the Duke's Mansion was so thoughtful.

There are eight hundred hidden thoughts in her words.

First: She needs to confirm whether she has lied to her.

Second: She is selling favors to Bodhi Temple.

Third: She blatantly went to Bodhi Temple to offer incense in order to divert trouble to the east and draw the attention of Liefang Pavilion to Bodhi Temple.

Fourth: She wanted to deal with Liefang Pavilion. She sent herself to Bodhi Temple even though she knew that she had returned to secular life, just to force Bodhi Temple to stand on the same front as her.

Bodhi Temple is the largest temple in Xinzhou City and one of the best Buddhist holy places in the entire Dakang Dynasty. She made a good calculation.

Monk Zhizun didn't even look at Yizhen, who had resumed his monk's attire. He pointed to his ear and asked loudly: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Mu Yunqing and Yizhen were stunned on the spot at the same time.

None of them thought that the old monk would pretend to be deaf in broad daylight.

Mu Yunqing blinked and asked softly: "Master Zhizun, as a monk, I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate, right?"

Monk Zhizun pointed to his ears again and shook his head to indicate that he still couldn't hear.

Yizhen felt that his brain was a little insufficient. When the little fox met the old hunter, Mu Yunqing made a miscalculation.

But how could Mu Yunqing be willing to admit defeat?

She took a deep breath, signaled Qingmei with her left hand to push Yizhen's head in front of Zhizun, grabbed his arm with her right hand, and slowly pointed it to Yizhen's nose.

"do you know it?"

Zhizun did not answer him, but waved his withered palm in reverse with lightning speed.

Snapped!

"Bastard! You, you pervert, have you soiled Miss Mu's innocence?"