disguised holy monk

The man retracted his folding fan and walked leisurely.

The bully got angry and waved his hand to let the people around Xuanqing and Wuxin rush up.

There are two men in black behind the man today, who look like his guards.Those two were not like Xuan Yuan who just defended and didn't attack. They punched and kicked down, and the bullies felt as if their internal organs had shifted, and the screams kept coming.

The man was not affected, he walked up to Xuanqing with a smile in his eyes, "Being in Xiabeixuan, it seems that I really have a destiny with the master."

Xuanqing had already handed over the injured little beggar to Wu Xin, and now he stood up and bowed slightly, his long eyebrows and clear eyes were full of Buddha's light, "The benefactor has helped me many times, and the little monk is very grateful."

Beixuan shook his head, smiled and said nothing.

As Xuan Qing spoke, he secretly glanced at his character panel——

【Name:***

Age: 20

identity:***】

He sighed at the string of inexplicable asterisks on it, and he is not telling the truth again... How come the system doesn't know anything?

During the moment he talked with Beixuan, those people had already been beaten by two guards, spitting blood and begging for mercy.

In the end, the leading man was trampled on the soles of his feet, so Beixuan looked at Xuanqing, "How will Master deal with them?"

With long eyebrows and bright eyes, Xuan Qing twirled the Buddhist beads and pondered for a while, then he walked slowly to the man's side.

The man was trampled on the back of the neck, prostrated on the ground, his body was covered with injuries, and his face was pale from the pain.He could only reach out and grab the monk's robe at Xuanqing's feet, begging for mercy, "Master, Master, you are merciful, please forgive me! I will never dare again!"

Xuanqing squatted down slowly, and said softly: "Amitabha, tell me, have you sincerely repented?"

His clear voice was somewhat gentle, and the compassionate kindness in his eyes seemed to make the man see hope, and he nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I regretted it, and I promise to be a good person in the future..."

Xuan Qing didn't say anything, because even though the man nodded his head like a slap in the face, expressing that he wanted to be a new man, the system still didn't prompt him to obtain the merit points for successful probation.

Only when I saved the little beggar earlier, I got a thousand.

He was a little disappointed, it seemed that the way of subduing him by force would not work, he was afraid that he would commit crimes again within two days after releasing him.

But Xuanqing seemed to agree on his face, he nodded, "Well, since the benefactor is willing to turn around and start a new life, he also hopes to let those beggars go."

"Master, don't worry, I will release them when I get back! I will never embarrass them in the future..." The man almost cried bitterly when he said that.

Only then did Xuan Qing turn to Bei Xuan, who had been silent all this time, "Being benefactor of Bei Xuan..."

Bei Xuan didn't seem to be surprised by his decision, but he lamented that the monk was too kind and benevolent, and didn't know the dangers of people's hearts.

He smiled slightly, and signaled his subordinates to let them go, "If that's the case, then let them go."

The two guards let everyone go after hearing the words, and walked back to Beixuan.

After the men knelt down and thanked him, they hurriedly helped him away.

Beixuan casually pointed to the person behind him, looked sideways at him, his voice was gentle, but his eyes were cold, "Follow him, and go and finish what the master told you."

The other party received a faint look from him, and immediately followed him knowingly.

Xuanqing noticed this, and secretly guessed that Beixuan was probably asking that person to get rid of the harm.Although doing things ruthlessly, it is still a fundamental solution to the problem.

However, as a holy monk who is dedicated to goodness, it is better for him not to know anything.

After the matter was settled, Xuanqing turned to look at the little beggar.After using his medicine, his life was saved, and he was afraid that he would bring another little beggar up the mountain to recuperate.

"Wuxin, let's take him back to the temple first."

As he was speaking, he was about to bid farewell to Bei when he saw a [-]-year-old girl walking through the crowd and standing in front of him.Those yo-yo eyes rolled around, and he looked lively and clever at first glance.

"This..." Xuan Qing was a little inexplicable, and was interrupted by the other party just as he was about to say something.

Her ears were still a little red, but her tone was crisp, "Little master, our lady wants to ask you, do you have the will to return to vulgarity?"

She said this so boldly that Xuan Qing was stunned for a moment.

Beixuan was also stunned for a while, it was the first time he saw panic and bewilderment in the eyes of this indifferent monk.He couldn't help laughing secretly, no matter how calm he was, he was still just an innocent little monk.

"Isn't this the maid of Miss Li Yuan's family? Why don't you become a vulgar little master and follow her..." The people around also let out good-natured laughter. Maybe this little master is really good-looking, kind and noble. , but after a few days of giving Buddhist teachings here, many women have attracted many women to eat and drink for him.

Xuanqing had already calmed down at this time, and Chuchen's brows showed some indifferent helplessness, "This female benefactor, the little monk wholeheartedly takes refuge in my Buddha, and she has already given up the worldly attachment."

He is so calm, there is no desire to miss the world of mortals in his brows, only the dazzling Buddha light makes people feel that it is dirty to contaminate him with these worldly loves.

The little girl felt a little embarrassed when she came to ask, and she didn't know how to speak at this time, so she could only look back at the veiled figure on the attic, and seeing that the other party seemed to turn around and leave, she hurriedly turned around to catch up.

Xuanqing heaved a sigh of relief, and prepared to take Wuxin and the little beggar back to the temple.

He turned to Beixuan on one side, clasped his hands together, "Northern benefactor, thank you again for today's matter, and I will leave now."

Beixuan bowed back with a smile on his face, "Master, you're welcome. I'll see you someday."

Xuan Qing thought that they should see each other soon.

After he returned to Qingchan Temple and arranged a room for the little beggar to recuperate, Wuxin had already gone to report to Xuanyuan what happened today.

He was going to see another person.

In the past few days, the floating legs have been able to move around on their own in the courtyard, and he has morning classes with the little monks in the temple every day, and his mood has become more peaceful.

Xuanqing walked all the way, and the temple has been repaired, which is a bit brand new compared to before.

When they got to Fusheng's room, the door was half open, Xuanqing approached slowly, raised his hand and pushed the door open with a soft "squeak".

Before he could speak, Fusheng's indifferent voice came from inside the room, "I've already said, I don't want to go back to that place again, so just pretend I'm dead too."

Xuan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he just smiled and said, "Fu Sheng, who are you talking to?"

"Master?" Fu Sheng looked back at him, his expression changed slightly, and he hurried over, his voice softened instantly, and explained: "No, I just remembered some past things..."

Xuan Qing looked at him for a while, didn't ask any more questions, but said softly: "Your leg is fine, staying in the room all the time is not good for healing your leg injury, would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

Fu Sheng looked at his concerned black eyes, as if there were stars in them, and nodded involuntarily.

There is a flat grassland on the mountain behind Qingchan Temple. Xuanqing is wearing a white monk's robe, with a straight back, walking with a Buddhist bead in his hand.

Fu Sheng followed behind him, his old beggar clothes were long gone, now he was wearing the gray monk clothes of the little monks in the temple, his long black hair was washed and tied neatly behind his head, handsome and deep The facial features are still somewhat youthful and childish, probably due to the fact that he has had enough to eat in the past few days, but his cheeks have lost the sallow color of the past.The two walked slowly one after the other.

And in the woods not far away, a tall woman half covered her face with a delicate mask, only her tight thin lips and beautifully shaped chin were exposed, and a pair of sharp black eyes stared at the two of them.