Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Fen Lian opened his eyes suddenly, he didn't do anything, just opened his eyes and took a look, Yan Wujiu's eyes were a little stiff.

But Yan Wujiu's smile only froze for a moment, and the next second, he smiled brightly and harmlessly, and blinked lightly, as if he didn't understand.

"It's so fierce. Don't monks pay attention to avoiding anger and ignorance? Why are you so angry when I call you a bald donkey?" He called the bald donkey again.

"I'm not angry." Fen Lian closed her eyes again, and said calmly and indifferently, "But if you talk nonsense like this again, I will let you know how it makes people angry when monks are not angry. "

Yan Wujiu's smile unknowingly restrained a little, there was a little curiosity in his eyes, and a cold and stern fear was added to the little notebook that meant holding grudges.But there was a smile on his face, and he didn't care much: "How are you going to make me angry?"

This time, he didn't call Bald Donkey anymore.

It is obvious that Yan Wujiu, after holding grudges insidiously, killing with a poisonous tongue, and hiding a knife in a smile, has revealed another nature.

Fen Lian opened her eyes and looked at him quietly: "You made mistakes when you were young, how did your parents punish you?"

Yan Wujiu looked at him with amber-colored eyes, shook his head, and said loosely and frivolously, "I have never been punished."

This is the truth.In the two lives, no one hit Yan Wujiu once.Not even a mildly symbolic threat.

No one who knew Yan Wujiu would be surprised by this answer, even if he grew up to be as arrogant and domineering as he is now, no one would be willing to punish him.

Even at this moment, when he looks at people like this, shakes his head heartlessly, and obviously has malicious thoughts in his eyes, it only makes people feel crazy and innocent.No matter how angry his teeth were itching, he just wanted to take a bite, and he had to be careful not to let him really hurt.

Fen Lian's face was calm, without any real thoughts, and said calmly: "Even if the little novice in the monastery does something wrong, he will be spanked. Which one do you choose?"

"You dare!" The smile in Yan Wujiu's eyes, which was used to hide the knife, also turned fierce, and he stared at him fiercely.

Fen Lian's Adam's apple twitched slightly, her eyes were slightly absent-minded, she immediately closed her eyes calmly, and silently recited a scripture.

His voice was still cold and ruthless: "Amitabha. I was entrusted by your grandfather to protect you for three years. If you don't want to make trouble, I won't bother you. If you cause trouble, I am entrusted with the responsibility Where, it is necessary to discipline you."

Yan Wujiu was furious, but he clearly knew that this matter cannot be changed, so he stared at the bald donkey coldly.There was nothing to say for a moment, his chest heaved deeply, but he smiled instead.The slightly slanted eyes were obviously fierce and arrogant, but the smile that was used to bear it was as frivolous and disdainful as a knife, but on that face, it showed a color that almost made people fascinated.

Fen Lian only took one look, then turned sideways, her voice was calm and indifferent, and announced: "My Dharma name is Fen Lian. You can call me if you like, and it doesn't matter if you don't like it. If you want to lose your temper with others from now on, you can only do so in I posted it when I was there. There are many people in this world who are capable and have worse tempers than you. If something happens to you, what can your loved ones and loved ones do?"

When he said these words, his voice was as calm as reciting scriptures in sandalwood, and his heart was like a dry well.

After saying these words, he didn't look at Yan Wujiu again.I found a corner of the courtyard with a wide view, and meditated by myself.

However, no matter what Yan Wujiu does, no matter where he tentatively goes, as soon as he turns around, he can see that bald donkey named Fenlian sitting somewhere not too far away.

The moon-white monk's robe didn't move at all, as if it was really a protective Buddha that Mrs. Yan had invited from the temple.

Yan Wujiu sneered meaninglessly.

"Monk, as long as you are a person, you will always die. If you sit at home properly, you will be smashed to death because the roof collapsed. If there is a gust of wind at night, you may die of illness, and if you walk on the road without causing trouble, you may be hacked to death. Even If I accidentally ate something, I might choke to death from poison. Since I'm going to die, why don't I follow my heart and live a more free and easy life."

What's more, Yan Wujiu had already died once.Apart from being a little lonely, there is no other feeling.

He turned around to leave, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Fenlian, who was supposed to be on the roof in the distance behind, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, half a step away from him.It was just a short shot away.

The monk's face was as cold and indifferent as ever, his eyes were extremely black, as ominous as the night sky reflected by the raging fire in the sky, but his voice was very soft: "There is nothing to do about natural disasters, but as long as you are willing to avoid them, you can do it. If you don't care about it , died at the hands of others casually, why don't you tell me, and I will finish it myself."

Yan Wujiu looked into those dark eyes, didn't move, didn't blink, until a pair of warm hands covered his forehead, slowly covering his eyes, he realized that his heartbeat was almost frozen.

He heard a sigh, lonely and calm, distant and faint, but warm: "No fault... If I can't save you, I will kill you with my own hands."

Those hands were taken away, and the person in front of him was still holding the Buddhist ceremony with one hand, and closed his eyes indifferently.The treasure is solemn, and the four elements are all empty.

The road ahead was moved away by him, so Yan Wujiu lifted his feet and continued walking.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped suddenly, as if he had just reacted from the deterrent delusion that made his body feel cold.

Yan Wujiu's face was dark and cold, but this time he showed more forbearance and restraint than ever before.

This neuropathy!What do you mean if you can't save him, you have to kill him yourself?This monk is indeed mentally ill, and the illness is not serious.

But even if the monk is really mentally ill, Yan Wujiu is already in trouble.

It's one thing for him to ignore his own way, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know the pros and cons of the situation.

This matter can no longer be resolved by him acting coquettishly with his mother, or throwing a temper tantrum as in the past.What's more, he had a feud with this monk, so it can't be said that someone came to him on purpose to torment him.

The more mentally ill the other party is, the more Yan Wujiu can't act rashly.He can ignore it, but the rest of Yan Ji's family can't.

However, jealousy is jealousy, with Yan Wujiu's lawless personality, even if he is the king of heaven, I can't control him.

It is true that this monk has a mysterious origin in martial arts and is still mentally ill, but that doesn't mean there is nothing he can do about it.

Yan Wujiu sneered, his eyes rolled slightly, he went straight out the door and walked towards Hualou.

"Master, where are you going? You forgot to bring me, my servant."

Yan Wujiu kept on stepping, with a loose and cold voice, he said: "No need, I have a master to protect me, you will make him useless if you follow, then how can he make a living at my mother's place."

Hearing this, Ah Si stood there in shock.

The personal servant, A Si, has the most perfunctory and intuitive name in the world.He is Yan Wujiu's book boy, and the only follower Yan Wujiu is willing to take with him.Because he is the smartest, understands the young master's mind best, and listens to the young master's words the most.

Ah Si has always regarded himself as the best dog leg of the young master. He never expected that one day a monk would come to compete with him for the position.

He said blankly: "He can earn a living, but Sis, I am unemployed."

Fen Lian didn't say a word, still following Yan Wujiu not too far away, when passing by A Si, she suddenly turned her head to look at him.

That look was cold and indifferent, but made the person being looked at like a prey being stared at by a falcon, Ah Si subconsciously felt weak.It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared on the long street that Ah Si suddenly remembered something.

Why does this monk look so familiar? If I remember correctly, it seems that when he went to rescue soldiers by the Sishui River, it was because of a crazy monk.It's just that Ah Si just came back from shopping, so he ran back to report the letter without seeing the monk's appearance clearly.

However, if it was the same person, how could he let the other party follow with the young master's vengeful personality?

Ah Si was extremely confused, thinking about this question, for the time being he forgot that he might face a career crisis of being unemployed and changing jobs.

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Yan Wujiu turned his head and glanced at the moon-white monk's robe in the crowd, he slightly raised his eyebrows and hooked his lips, but there was no obvious smile on his proud face.

As soon as he walked out of the intersection, he almost ran into someone head-on.

Yan Wujiu stretched out his hand to help without a trace, preventing the glamorous woman from crashing into his arms.

Looking up, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Yan Wujiu's acquaintances, except for his cronies and friends, the rest are either enemies or those who have been molested by him... enemies.

"Bah, it's you again." The girl didn't hide or be afraid at all, first helped the hairpin, and gave Yan Wujiu a delicate look with her delicate face up.Then, acting like a young lady, she stretched out her hand to Yan Wujiu.

"Why?" Yan Wujiu blinked, this time he was not in a hurry to avoid her.

The girl raised her chin and said as a matter of course: "Didn't you see that I sprained my ankle, I bumped into someone and helped him to sit in a teahouse and apologize?"

Yan Wujiu looked behind her.

The servant girl beside the girl and two big men immediately raised their heads to look at the sky and the ground, but they didn't meet Yan Wujiu's eyes.There was no intention of helping their girls.

"Do you want to kiss each other, Missy?"

These words came from Mr. Wu Jiu who is known for being frivolous and debauched. The girl immediately couldn't help but covered her mouth and smiled, and in the next second she gave him a beautiful white eye, her face sullenly cold as ice.