[Sword Three + Cultivation] What about the poisonous sister!

stop for me! !

Mingjing's last consciousness was Chen Beibei's cry in his ear.

It is what the monks seek to cultivate the Buddha secretly, to prove the fruit position, and to overcome thousands of sufferings.How can I stop.

The teacher said that when he was born, he was accompanied by the Buddha's light, and everyone within a radius of ten miles had heard it, and the Sanskrit sound was in his ears.

In this way, he is a born Buddha, who entered the temple at the age of ten, and has never stopped since the beginning of his practice. Where is Wuxiang Temple?It is a holy place for Buddhist practice, and there are not a few Buddhist practitioners who have achieved positive results.There is almost no need to think about Mingjing's practice here, the examples of predecessors, the path that predecessors have made, and the path that has been walked!All he has to do is keep moving forward.

With great perseverance and great compassion, even if the road ahead is bumpy, he can't stop. This is his way.

You stop for me! ! !

You can't see anything, you can't hear anything, you don't feel anything. If you are a true witness, then where is your body and how do you feel.

With a slight movement of mind, Ming Jing only felt that the spiritual power in his body was soaring—a breakthrough was imminent.

Then the weight hits...and there is no more.

Anyway, when he woke up, he was in a bad mood.I feel dizzy, my neck seems to be twisted, and my body hurts even more.There is no place in the whole body that is not uncomfortable.It's like being crushed by something, even the bones are sore and sore.

And half of the face is still numb, sore TAT

Mingjing was paralyzed on the ground, and after a long delay, she slowly supported her body.Then I saw Chen Beibei kneeling beside her, her head slightly lowered, her loose hair blocking her view, she could be seen flushed and shy, even touching her lips with her fingers.Chen Beibei has always taken the route of being happy and free, but the sudden style of painting, Ming Jing, is a little uncomfortable.

Mingjing thought about Chen Beibei's position for a while, and after a while, she vaguely remembered that she was out of breath just now, seeing Chen Beibei's shy look now, could it be that she helped herself out?

At the same time, Chen Beibei's heart swiped: The little monk woke up!I'm so good! !But how to explain that slap?Little monk, your face is so beautiful, I touched it QAQ... yes!Just say it!

Chen Beibei pondered for a while, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that Ming Jing's face was slightly red.It's like a thin layer of rouge has been applied, slowly smudged away.

——Of course that slap print is still there!

"Little monk? Are you okay?" Chen Beibei swiped [Withering Remnant Gu] on Mingjing, and then poked [Holy Hand Weaving Heaven], probably because the slap mark was too obvious, so she was a little guilty, causing her to repeatedly The voices are all low.

I think it's a big deal, but I don't know what's going on.

——by Ming Jing whose IQ is no longer online.

"Little monk, are you hungry or thirsty? Do you want something sweet or salty? Hard or soft? Dry or wet?"

Chen Beibei blinked and asked with concern.

Mingjing only felt a tightness in his chest, and slowly let out a breath and said, "It's okay, I don't want to eat anything. It's just, what happened just now?"

Chen Beibei continued to blink a few times, her round pupils were full of innocence: "I don't know what's wrong. You stopped talking all of a sudden, and didn't answer me no matter what I told you, and then suddenly fell down! "Speaking, Chen Beibei patted his chest, "I was scared to death, you just fell down all of a sudden."

Seeing Chen Beibei's terrified face, Mingjing was also a little embarrassed, clasped his hands together and said, "I have a benefactor."

It's just that the corner of the mouth hurts when I speak, what's the matter!

"Little monk, it's so boring here, let's not follow the mountain road, let's go to the forest to see if it's okay." Chen Beibei pursed her mouth a little bit aggrieved, "Guatai is exhausted!"

It was only then that Mingjing realized that the giant jade toad had disappeared. Before he got up from the ground, little Loli lay on the ground halfway to talk to him. She was always very lively, and she was often off-key when doing things, but she was kind in nature. And the worry in his eyes was never fake.

Mingjing was still a little dizzy, and before she had time to think about it, she blurted out: "Okay."

It was noon, and it was the hottest time of the day. Chen Beibei grabbed her clear sleeves and stepped on the weeds step by step. If she didn't follow the right path, the mountain road would actually be even more difficult. There is no way here. , It was overgrown with weeds and trees.

Chen Beibei only came up with this idea because he was tired of the endless mountain road and wanted to divert Ming Jing's attention.Now I am impatient to walk by myself.

The most important thing is that these grasses are too bullying. They grow high and low, intersecting with each other, just blocking Chen Beibei's sight.

QAQ, motherfucker is bullying loli body again.

Chen Beibei pulled Mingjing's sleeve aggrievedly and said, "Little monk, my legs are so sore that I can't walk."

Mingjing looked at the little Lolita who was a head and a half lower than him. The little Lolita's light-colored Taoist robe was a little dirty and had straw tied on it, she was more than pitiful.

Mingjing raised the corners of her lips slightly. Mingjing had a pretty face. She usually smiled like soft moonlight, but the paw print on one side of her face today was too damaging to the beauty, and there was a subtle sense of joy. Chen Beibei looked at Mingjing The scratched paw prints on his face endured for a while.

"Pfft" After all, I still couldn't hold back.

"What's wrong?"

"Little monk, you look so good-looking!" Chen Beibei's answer was quick and loud this time.

Mingjing lowered her head slightly with the crisp voice in her ears, and suddenly felt a little hot on her face.

Chen Beibei had already happily ran behind Mingjing, Mingjing bent down, Chen Beibei wrapped her hands and feet swiftly, and for the rest of the way, Mingjing walked with Chen Beibei on her back.

After walking for about an hour this time, Chen Beibei had already dozed off on Mingjing's back, and Mingjing finally walked out of the woods with Chen Beibei on her back.

It is said to be walking out of the woods, but it is more accurate to walk down the mountain.

It's just that the mountain and the mountain are not the same world. The sun is scorching on the mountain, but it is severe winter below the mountain.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain. After heavy snowfall, the roofs of every house, in front of the yard, and even the road are all white.The weather is so cold that the work in the fields has naturally stopped long ago. Now the villagers spend the winter in their own homes. There is only a small teahouse at the entrance of the village, which is still welcoming guests.

The pipeline in front of this village is relatively close, and people often come here to drink tea and eat to warm up their bodies.Even though there are not many people, it is not without business.There are six tables in the teahouse, which looks clean and tidy.

The proprietress greeted the guests in the teahouse. She looked about forty years old. Although she was dressed in common clothes, she was clean and tidy. She was always smiling, and it was easy to attract people. I don't know how to greet each other.

On such a cold day, this young man in thin clothes pushed the door and entered with a girl on his back. Although the snow outside was much lighter, it didn't stop. There was thin snow on the hair and clothes of the two, but they didn't look so It looks like it's cold, and the clothes on its body are all thin, which makes people feel cold when they look at it.

What's even more strange is that the young man has a bald head. The bald head should be a monk, but how can a monk wear clothes like this? The girl on the back is like white jade, and the red mouth is like the ripe cherry fruit on the branch, really cute and tight.

Such a combination appears here, which has to be surprising.

But when the guests came in, it was impossible for the proprietress not to greet her. She came to her senses, wiped the table quickly, poured two cups of tea again and said, "What do you want to drink and eat?"

After finally leaving the woods, Chen Beibei sat on the chair and drank the big bowl of tea in one gulp of satisfaction. When she heard the question from the proprietress of the teahouse, she blinked and asked, "Is there anything delicious here?"

Mingjing just felt that this time was not very normal. When he was on the mountain, he only felt that the spiritual energy was sufficient, so even after walking for so long, his body was continuously replenished with spiritual energy, so he could persist.But at the bottom of the mountain, there is a little bit of spiritual power, which is a bit like the Xiaofan class mentioned in the book.

The proprietress of the teahouse said with a smile: "We are a small farmyard here, and we don't have any good things, but the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and corn steamed buns made by ourselves are good. It can warm your body. Do you want to try it?"

Mingjing was about to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Beibei, who said proudly, "Two sets of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and ten corn buns."

This little doll called out the wine with arrogance, and the guests around couldn't help but look at it.Mingjing recited the Buddha's mantra silently in his heart and said, "You are still young, don't drink alcohol."

Chen Beibei put his arms around himself, made a cold expression, and said aggrievedly: "I'm cold, drink some wine to warm me up."

Mingjing frowned when she heard the words, Chen Beibei moved her chair to Mingjing's side, pulled up her sleeves, and whispered to Mingjing, "I'll just take a sip."

You just take a sip, you want two jars!

——I feel that Chen Beibei is despising the innocence of his IQ.

Facts proved that Mingjing was thinking too much, and Chen Beibei really only took a sip.

The proprietress was telling the truth, there was really not much osmanthus wine, and when the lid of the wine jar was opened, the rich scent of osmanthus made people drool, and the golden wine looked very beautiful.

Chen Beibei embraced the wine jar happily, almost buried her head in it, she lowered her head and took a sip.

Then Chen Beibei's physical reaction was like this, her cheeks were red from the base of her ears to the base of her neck, she blinked, her round pupils were in a daze, and then she fell her head on the table.

Chen Beibei, drink!drunk!up!

Mingjing...shocked...

When the proprietress served the corn buns, she saw Chen Beibei leaning over the table with the wine jar in one hand, her face flushed like white jade, her body smelled of alcohol, and she opened her mouth slightly, taking small breaths and exhaling. The gas smells like alcohol.

"Is this kid drunk?" The proprietress asked uncertainly, looking at a jar of unopened sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and another jar of wine that was almost full.