99 strokes of quick time travel to guide male gods

Chapter 189 Little Monk... Little Monk Is Not Pure

"Little monk, what's so fun about being a monk! Look at your hair is so long, the temple is gone! Why don't you give me the prayer beads!"

Jiuniang took the opportunity to take the Jingxu Buddhist beads.

Of course, only Xiao Yan knew that if the little monk hadn't been tempted, Jiuniang would not be able to take the beads.

With Jiu Niang's cultivation, she was far below the two of them.

"Little... little monk is gone!" Jingxu said, got up after speaking, paid the bill, and then disappeared without a trace.

Sure enough, Master was right.

The woman under the mountain is a tiger.

He feels that women in the new century are more powerful than tigresses!
He had to take a cold shower, so he opened the bathroom door and took a cold shower with the bathroom heater. After taking a shower, he caught a cold.

Huh, he seems to be...

So shy!

He is no longer a pure little monk.

He was ashamed of the Buddha and wanted to repent in front of the Buddha!

So, he found a temple, and was about to face the wall and think about his mistakes, "What? Do you want a college degree?" This world is really strange, and everyone who is a monk needs a college degree.

Where did he get his college degree?
Jingxu had no choice but to take a taxi back.

He has no way to repent to the Buddha!

Back to the antique shop!Tell those sacrifice spirits that if you recite the Buddhist scriptures a thousand times, you are also repenting to the Buddha!

In antique shops, the most indispensable thing is scriptures.

Jingxu opened a Quran, knocked on his wooden fish, and chanted plausibly. This antique shop does not exist in the world, but is hidden in the four-dimensional space.

The sacrifice spirit in the antique shop was disturbed by his chanting, and he didn't think it was a big deal: "Han Qian, little monk, in fact, the proprietress who never sets the sun is interested in you, so you just go with it!"

"What's the fun of being a monk? Besides, the temple is gone, and you can't leave this antique shop behind and become a monk in the temple! What else do you recite?"

"Han Qian, you said that you have lived for more than 1000 years. What's the point of living alone? There is no one who wants to protect, and no ambition! Not even a person who is on the kiln! Haven't you been lonely for more than 1000 years? "

"Han Qian, you just follow her! It happens that we have multiple proprietresses in our store, isn't it good? Is she too ugly?"

"It must be too ugly. Look at what Han Qian is shaking! This kid is so scared!"

Han Qian frowned slightly, he didn't like to hear this: "She's not ugly!", like a seductive fairy.

"Sure enough, I'm tempted! I said so! The little monk has never had any distractions in chanting scriptures, since he is distracted this time!"

Han Qian only felt cold, hot and cold at the same time.

He has a fever.

Don't ask why he still has a fever with such a high cultivation base. Apart from being immortal, he is still a mortal body. It is normal to get sick.

It just doesn't take two days to heal on its own.

Han Xie had a vague dream. He... When he got up, he subconsciously touched the quilt underneath, and it was all wet.

The little monk Han Jian suddenly felt that he was really impure. Since he dreamed of talking to the proprietress of the teahouse, Jiang and Jiang!
He is no longer a pure monk!
Then his cassock, can he still wear it?

Sure enough, when he put on the cassock, the cassock strangled him, just like the man who stole the cassock.

"Kasa, you..."

Han Qian managed to break free.

When I put on the cassock again, the cassock no longer acted like a demon.

But Han Qian's mind is full of yesterday's dream, really, it's shameful!Even the pants are wet.

Little... little monk is impure!
(End of this chapter)