The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

After a moment of knocking, the door opened a crack.

A round-faced little maid protruded from behind the crack of the door. She scanned Ji Ming up and down, and asked, "Who are you looking for, Great Monk?"

Ji Ming could tell at a glance that the little maid was a paper figurine, still put his palms together, saluted and said: "The poor monk is here to visit an old friend, please let the benefactor tell me something."

The little maid glanced at him, then stared back at a certain corner for a while, and then said: "Monk, you have gone to the wrong door. There is no old friend of yours here."

After speaking, she slammed the door shut.

Jiming shut the door, not angry, nor intending to leave.He just stood in front of the door, fiddled with the Buddhist beads with his left hand on his chest, half-closed his eyes, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

If it doesn't work today, then visit again tomorrow.

He has a lot of time and a lot of patience.

Ji Ming didn't even ask Chang Qing what kind of temperament Cheng Muyun is now, he only wanted to meet once, and after that, he would resolve the obsession in the other party's heart and send him back into reincarnation.

In any case, the way of ghosts is against the way of heaven. From ancient times to the present, there has never been any ghost who can cultivate to a true fruit. Even if he cultivates to the ghost king, he will only be wiped out under the thunder of heaven in the end, and will never be reborn.

***

Cheng Muyun didn't sleep all night, and ghosts don't need to sleep.

In the gazebo, he stared at the drunk Chang Qing in a daze, until Chang Qing saw that he was about to wake up, then he used a ghost technique and threw Chang Qing and the little Taoist Xu Fu out together.

Ji Changhuai is coming, it's safer to drive Chang Qing away first.

Even when he remembered that he had a close relationship with Ji Changhuai before slaughtering the Lushan faction, Cheng Muyun did not change his mind about pretending to have amnesia.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

If Ji Changhuai heard Chang Qing say that the current school is in such a state of desperation, and knew that Cheng Muyun still remembered the past, maybe it was because of the most important school in his heart that he was slashed with a sword.

Yangui had always taken the path of charming people's hearts, but in fact, his combat effectiveness was not too strong.Cheng Muyun's current cultivation level is compared to that of Ji Changhuai, who was the strongest in the Taoist school at the time, and he is cut into melons and given away vegetables every minute.

Unexpectedly, not long after sending Chang Qing out, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shocked, Cheng Muyun had no choice but to ask the little maidservant of the paper figurine to go out to see the situation. By the way, she gave Zhang Ji Changhuai's portrait for the little maidservant to check out.

At this moment, the paper figurine on the table was jumping up, gesticulating with limp hands and feet, "My lord, the person outside is not the handsome Taoist priest in your painting, I closed the door and didn't let him in."

Cheng Muyun felt relieved, it seemed that he was a traveler who strayed here.He is not in the mood to inhale people's energy today, so he will close the business and let it go.

The paper figurine twisted a bit, and said again: "But, young master, that great monk didn't leave. It's strange that he stood motionless at the door. Do you want my broom to drive him away? It's unlucky."

Cheng Muyun's hand that was about to draw stopped, "Wait, what are you talking about, a great monk?"

"It's at the door. It's not a handsome Taoist priest, but a handsome monk. He is dressed in shabby clothes, but he looks better than all the people who came here before combined."

Cheng Muyun: "..., system, I have a bad feeling."

System: "Ah, this has nothing to do with me, it's none of my business."

Cheng Muyun couldn't sit still anymore, when the paper figurine asked again, she flickered and arrived at the gate of the house.

The little girl who was poking her head around was anxious. When she turned her head and saw Cheng Muyun coming, she blessed her body and ran to the back with her skirt in her hands.

The young master is here, and other things have nothing to do with her, a little paper girl.

Cheng Muyun put her hand on the latch, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, pulled the latch, and opened the door suddenly.

Like being struck by lightning.

Cheng Muyun stayed where he was, looking at the moonlight-like soft eyes of the gray-clothed monk outside the door, but his heart was surging, "System, what should I do? Is this really Ji Changhuai? monk? I don’t accept or believe it, it’s impossible!”

The system sneered, "I'm sorry to tell you that from the perspective of the world setting, unless there is a special setting or blood relationship, it is impossible for someone who looks exactly like the protagonist to exist."

The last ray of hope was dashed.

Ji Changhuai had no father and no mother. He was an orphan picked up by his master. Like Cheng Muyun's family, his whole family died in the mouth of a demon.

Cheng Muyun spoke with a voice like a soul flying out of the sky, "Monk, what are you doing in front of my house?"

Ji Ming saluted, and his rhetoric was the same as before, "Visiting an old friend."

Cheng Muyun frowned, "There is no old friend of yours here, I only welcome handsome young people here, not monks, bad luck."

No matter why Ji Changhuai became a monk, Cheng Muyun had to act according to the previous plan for the time being, pretending not to know each other and forgetting the past, taking one step at a time.

He wasn't worried that Ji Changhuai would be provoked to leave. He was patient and had a good temper. He would never get angry unless he touched a matter of principle.

Sure enough, the monk in front of him said calmly, "You are an old friend, benefactor."

Monks don't tell lies, and this person didn't even find a reason to be fooled, and he bluntly stated his purpose for coming here.

Cheng Muyun frowned, "I don't know you."

He made a gesture to close the door, but seeing the monk not moving, he asked again, "Hey, Great Monk, what's your name?"

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Ji Ming." Ji Ming didn't make a move from the beginning to the end, and he didn't make any moves when he was rejected.

Cheng Muyun stopped closing the door, leaned half on the door, raised her eyebrows and said, "Master Ji Ming, do you want to come in and settle down?"

"Yes."

"But my place only accepts guests who enter the curtain, and you look handsome, great monk." Cheng Muyun laughed softly, "It's also fresh."

Ji Ming didn't answer, but just picked up the speed of the beads slightly faster.

Cheng Muyun also lost her amusing nature, he turned around and let the door be ajar, and when he turned to leave, he said something.

"come in."

Ji Ming didn't move until Cheng Muyun's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He stepped over the threshold, turned around, closed the door, and followed in the direction where Cheng Muyun disappeared.

***

night.

Cheng Muyun was very honest today, staying in the room and reading.

There is a pot of tea warming in front of the window.He was wearing pajamas, with only a cloud-like red robe wrapped around him.His clothes were slightly loose, revealing his perfectly shaped collarbone, and his hair was untied, tied casually behind his head with a hair tie.

He flipped through the Buddhist scriptures absently, feeling sleepy.

The content in the Buddhist scriptures is exactly what Ji Changhuai, no, Ji Ming recited during the day.

Cheng Muyun tossed and turned and didn't see anything famous, closed the book, got up and said, "No, I'd better go meet Ji Changhuai and see what he's up to."

System: "Calm down, don't you pretend you don't know each other? It's midnight now, and you will be suspicious if you run over."

Cheng Muyun said in a loving and foolish tone: "Have you forgotten what my current career path is?"

System: "Huh?"

"Yangui." Cheng Muyun went to the ground, without socks, and went to open the door wearing wooden clogs.

"In the middle of the night, isn't it a reasonable move for the beautiful ghost to seduce the handsome monk?"

The system was speechless, and only thought of Ji Ming who he saw during the day today, so serious, so desireless, he would definitely be able to reject Cheng Muyun, a little goblin.

That's right.

Ji Ming was arranged by the little maid in the East Wing, where all outsiders lived.

Cheng Muyun was wearing wooden clogs, but still walked silently. He raised his hand, and his sleeve fell down to his elbow, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Duk duk duk - there was still candlelight inside, and a lonely voice came, "Who is it?"

Cheng Muyun smiled a little, in a rather unscrupulous way, "Master, why bother to ask knowingly, who else is there at this moment?"

The candlelight reflected on the paper window flickered for a while, and soon became quiet again.

"Cheng Benefactor, it is already midnight, and the poor monk has already fallen asleep, so it is inconvenient to see guests, please go back."

Cheng Muyun certainly wouldn't give up so easily, "Great monk, did you forget? I let you in at the time, but I agreed on the conditions. What's the matter, now you go back on your word? You monks, are you going back on your promises like this?"

A series of words, said in a somewhat forceful way, but very effective.

After a while, the door opened.

Ji Ming appeared behind the door, wearing a white tunic and the gray monk robe on his shoulders, it seemed that he had indeed fallen asleep and got up in a hurry.

Cheng Muyun was not guilty at all, and without waiting for Jiming to say a word, she squeezed in from the side gap.

The door was not wide, and Jiming was tall and broad-shouldered. When Cheng Muyun squeezed in, the red gauze wrapped outside was temporarily entangled with the gray monk's robe.

Ji Ming bowed his head, neither sad nor happy, just turned sideways calmly, and left the wooden door open.

The room here is also luxuriously furnished, not much worse than Cheng Muyun's bedroom.

It's just that all the furniture in the house has no traces of use, and the quilt is still neatly folded aside and not opened, there are only slight dents on the bed.

Cheng Muyun calmly walked to the window as if she had entered a land of no one, and leaned against it as if she had no bones, and took out a jug of wine from the collapsed storage compartment.

"Master, the long night is long, how can you relieve your worries..."

Ji Ming took a seat beside him, with his back straight and his sitting posture upright, "A monk, don't drink alcohol."

"Tsk." Cheng Muyun said in distaste, "Just now you said you were going to meet old friends. If you don't drink, what kind of old friends are you?"

At this time, he took the word "old friend" brazenly, with many changes and moods, provoking the monk in front of him every word.

Ji Ming looked at him without avoiding his gaze, and said calmly, "You can replace wine with tea."

"What's the point of drinking tea?" Cheng Muyun rolled his eyes, "Why don't we do something more interesting?"

Ji Ming remained silent.

Cheng Muyun, on the other hand, pushed forward and refused to accept the silent rejection at all. She sat up, skipped over the tables on the table, and picked Ji Ming's chin.

"It feels good, smooth and warm." His fingers followed his chin all the way to the pinnae.

Ji Ming didn't dodge, and didn't even change his expression, he just said: "Benefactor, please respect yourself."

Cheng Muyun laughed more and more frivolously, and kicked the collapsed table to the ground.

The jug shattered, and the aroma of the wine filled the air, quickly occupying every space in the house, making people salivate.

There was no obstacle between the two of them, and Cheng Muyun became more aggressive, hugging Ji Ming directly from behind, and leaning his face on the other's shoulder.

He raised his eyes, like hooks, but complained in his mouth: "The texture of this clothes is too rough, why not keep it as one of my husbands? Silk and satin, you can wear anything you want."

Ji Ming just lowered his eyes, raised his left hand, stood in front of his chest, and began to fiddle with the Buddha beads.

"Master Ji Ming, I can see that you are just prudish."

Cheng Muyun's lips fell on Jiming's ear, and he blew like blue, and uttered a sentence, "Your Yuanyang is long gone, isn't it?"

Ji Ming stopped fiddling with the Buddha beads, just when Cheng Muyun thought that he had gained the upper hand in this fight and finally shook the opponent's mood, and was ready to bewitch.

Jiming raised his left hand, and suddenly squeezed Cheng Muyun's hand that was dishonestly reaching for his dantian, and the glazed Buddha beads shone with dazzling golden light.

There was a stabbing pain in front of Cheng Muyun's eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the yard outside the East Wing.

There was only one calm voice in the room.

"Cheng Benefactor, it's late, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

The author has something to say: clogs are ancient slippers in my country, and the cultural output has been passed on.