The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 355 Little monk, do you accept nuns in your temple?

Wuxin didn't care what the voice was in his head, he just ate snacks by himself, with his head hanging down, showing no emotion.

After eating the pastry, Wuxin quietly glanced at the empty space.

Thinking of how long the little monk shut them out when they came the day before yesterday.

Wu Xin secretly guessed that he was now unable to perceive foreign objects.

Then he stood up quietly, and walked towards the door of the Zen room with a cat.

"Where are you going, little benefactor?" Even though his mind was full of "Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard chant scriptures", but because Jingkong's voice was recognizable, Wuxin still recognized that it was the voice of the little monk.

Wuxin stopped, hands behind his back.

Standing obediently as if a primary school student made a mistake.

Jingkong had already stood up from the futon, looked at Wu Xin and said, "Donor, are you bored?"

He nodded inadvertently.

Negotiating with Thh by the way, "Hanhanya, can you turn off your recording."

"No, you can't listen to the demon monk, you can only listen to me." Thh said with a serious face.

Unintentionally "..."

The voice in her head continued, and she felt that she had been brainwashed.

"What is the little benefactor thinking?" Seeing that Wuxin was in a daze, and he didn't seem to listen to what he said, Jing Kong asked.

"Don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant scriptures." Wuxin replied subconsciously.

Thh immediately turned off the recording, "!!! Little Ah Piao, you are so brave, you dare to say that in front of the demon monk."

Wuxin "..." I'm not, I'm not, I'm just brainwashed!

Hearing the words, Jing Kong was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled lightly, clear and ethereal, moist and pleasant to the ear.

"Unexpectedly, when the poor monk recited scriptures, the little benefactor thought so." Jing Kong still had a smile on his mouth, and the smile in his eyes was also deep.

Wuxin raised her head slightly, tilted her head and took a peek at him, "Little monk, I don't like listening to sutras."

Hearing the words, Jing Kong thought deeply, "Don't like it?"

Wuxin nodded obediently.

"Then do you like taking medicine?" Jingkong smiled softly and kindly.

Unintentionally "..."

He lowered his head silently, staring at his shoes, "I'd better listen to bastard... Cough, listen to your chanting."

Since then, another name has been added to the little black book.

Hearing the words, Jing Kong put on a faint smile on the corner of his mouth again, and said to Wu Xin, "Little benefactor, sit down."

Wuxin heard the words, sighed silently, returned to the futon and sat down.

"Little Ah Piao, it's okay, I'll continue to play it for you..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen..." Wuxin covered his ears and said directly to Thh.

Thh "...that's great." With a look of regret, he put down his white and tender little hand that wanted to turn on the recording.

The sound of wooden fish and chanting sutras sounded in my ears again, and Wuxin let out a long sigh with her chin propped up again.

"Little Ah Piao, why are you sighing." Thh looked at Wuxin and said.

"Life is bitter, beautiful girls sigh." Wu Xin replied dryly.

Thh "..."? ? ?With little Ah Piao's current IQ, can he say such a thing?
Well, it seems that it is not impossible.

Then I continued to study hard.

……

Now Wu Xin kind of believed that Jing Kong was a demon monk.

Not a demon monk, would you force yourself to listen to his chanting?

Wu Xin sat blankly with her chin propped up, and finally fell asleep again.

This time, even though he felt the changes around him, Jingkong didn't stop, but continued to knock on the wooden fish and recite sutras.

It wasn't until there was a little more weight on his legs that Qing Kong stopped knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw Wuxin with his head resting on his lap.

His heart skipped a beat, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

(End of this chapter)