Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

The guilty Jiang Zuo hoped that these monks could shut up as soon as possible.

Jiang Zuo: You need to think more about happy things, you always say how boring life is.

At this time, another monk comforted in a low voice, "It should be that some beast in the bamboo forest outside the house sneaked in, just close the window next time."

Jiang Zuo swayed: Close, close the window...? QAQ... Is this a bit too much?

362: "..." Excessively who wants the host to go back and reflect on it.

Thinking that he will never eat pear cake again, Jiang Zuo, a helpless but edible little squirrel: suddenly there is a smog in his young life.

Despite a moment of loss in his heart, Jiang Zuo still stabilized his swaying body, not letting the dog force the holy monk to catch him sneaking into the abbot's study to steal pear cake.Jiang Zuo straightened his back and looked like "I'm not affected at all, whether the window fits or not, I don't care at all if I get pear cake", he kept a smirk and pretended that he was still the carefree little squirrel a minute ago.

As soon as he returned to the meditation room, he learned that Jiang Zuo, who would not be able to eat pear cakes in the future, had lost his vitality, and collapsed by the window, curled up in a pitiful little body and slept all afternoon.

When it was time for dinner, Jiang Zuo, who had just woken up, yawned, lazily lay on the shoulder of the holy monk, and followed Qingchi to the dining hall in Qingyun Temple.

The evening clouds are gradually receding, the moonlight is fading, the holy monk's body is light, the snow-colored robe is spotless, and the cloud sleeves hanging on both sides are tattooed with elegant white duckweed petals. He stepped into the altar, at that time The breeze passed through the hall, blowing the corners of his snow-like robe, filling half of his sleeves with a delicate fragrance.

His figure is extremely elegant, his eyebrows are delicate and smooth like a painting, but his light-colored face has weakened a bit of its beauty, and it is a bit more lofty and cold, flawless like pearls and jade, illuminating the room with splendor.

As soon as the holy monk stepped into the Zhaitang, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Only Jiang Zuo heard the sound in his ears——

[Congratulations to the host, the protagonist's excrement shovel value +1]

[Congratulations to the host, the protagonist's excrement shovel value +1]

[Congratulations to the host, the protagonist's excrement shovel value +1]

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Such an unremarkable fat squirrel nestled on the shoulders of the holy monk and came in together. The protagonist had only himself in his eyes. Jiang Zuo was moved: ... If the protagonist didn't always want to eat me, I would suspect that he wanted to sleep with me.

Under the instructions of Abbot Shunci, the place next to the holy monk was specially reserved for Jiang Zuo, and two small plates were placed on the position of Jiang Zuo. The porcelain white plates contained peeled pine nuts. It is covered with golden sugar threads, shining beautifully, and the light blue plate beside it is filled with clear water, and the shallow bottom is painted with ink-colored duckweed.

Luo Qinghe squeezed to the side of Jiang Zuo holding the bowl.

Abbot Shunci got up to greet him, and after saluting Qingchi, he suddenly said to the holy monk, "The princess said that she is not in a good mood today... and took a few maids to play down the mountain."

Jiang Zuo was busy gnawing pine nuts, chewing up and down his stuffed cheeks, and even took time out of his busy schedule to raise his head, and glanced at the abbot with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Zuo picked his teeth: "Okay, you know, you can back down."

Qingchi nodded tepidly, indicating that he already knew.

Abbot Shunci hesitated for a while, "It's not peaceful recently... Isn't the holy monk going to stop the princess?"

The holy monk lowered his eyes, "The princess brought guards with her when she went down the mountain?"

The candlelight reflected on his long eyelashes, and the fan-shaped cyan shadow fell on the holy monk's jade-like white face, Abbot Shun Ci shook his head.

It was clearly a question, but the tone of the words carried a certain taste.

After finally recovering from my senses, I didn’t expect that I would watch the holy monk when I was old. When I saw the ecstatic abbot Shunci, he closed his eyes a little ashamedly, his old face turned red, and he repeated a few words "Amitabha", and then dropped the sentence " The holy monk is slow to use" and retreated in some embarrassment.

Jiang Zuo leisurely gnawed at the last pine nut: Alas, the princess must have not expected that the holy monk is short and fast, and he must be in a bad mood if he is not satisfied. What's wrong with walking down the mountain, what a fuss.

And according to the description in the book, the princess was the one who attacked the man in black last, but the princess was saved by the protagonist and brought into the harem by the way.

After nibbling the last pine nut, Jiang Zuo propped his front paws on the edge of the light blue plate, pouted his big tail, and licked the plate of clear water clean.Half of his body was lying on the plate, and Jiang Zuo licked his paws eagerly.

Although the pine nuts prepared for him looked exquisite, they were not enough to eat at all. Jiang Zuo collapsed on the plate, his soft fat was spread out, and the shallow plate was crowded. A bowl of red bean porridge placed in front of the holy monk.

The plump red beans are scattered in the porridge water, and there is a burst of sweetness.

Jiang Zuo: Crazy swallowing jpg.

Holding the bowl in his hands, Luo Qinghe ate the red bean porridge with lotus root stains all over his mouth. He took out another handful of melon seeds from his bosom and distributed them to the poor little squirrel.

Jiang Zuo looked down at the dingy melon seeds, then at the soft and sweet red bean rice porridge: ...you go, I don't have a dog like you.

After waiting for a long time, the protagonist didn't intend to part with him, so Jiang Zuo looked disappointedly at the few isolated melon seeds lying in his paws.

Some food is better than nothing, Jiang Zuo sat up, leaned his back on the edge of the plate, and was about to gnaw open the melon seeds, when the holy monk looked coldly at him and glanced sideways at him.

Jiang Zuo was about to put his paws in his mouth, when he suddenly remembered the "mouth beep" incident last night, he stretched his neck and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and obediently put the melon seeds aside.

So well-behaved, the old dog forced the holy monk not only to not give him a shoveling value, but even half a mouthful of red bean porridge. Jiang Zuo: Godless eyes, lost the desire for life.

In view of the recent unrest in the temple, the monks only gathered in the main hall for evening classes after dinner, and the subsequent food offerings were temporarily put aside, and everyone returned to their rooms early to rest after reciting the Buddha's scriptures.

Qing Chi didn't go back to the meditation room directly, but walked to the depths of the secluded bamboo forest.

It seemed that he had made up his mind to let the fat squirrel after the meal be digested. The holy monk did not put the little squirrel on his shoulder, but asked Jiang Zuo to follow him.

Walking for a while on short legs, Jiang Zuo was sweating all over, sticking out his tongue to express that he was about to die. Seeing that the holy monk ignored him and just walked forward, Jiang Zuo hurried forward a few steps , with four claws tightly hugging the monk's ankles, and let the monk lead him away with a dead face.

Jiang Zuo was confident: he didn't even have enough to eat.

362 suggested: Please pay attention to the host's figure... The slow collection of excrement shoveling value may be the reason for the figure.

Jiang·Fatfu·Shu Chao fierce: ... Please delete it immediately!

Going back after walking, Qingchi just opened the door, and Jiang Zuo, who had already shifted from the monk's ankle to the shoulder of the monk, found that there were several plates of white and soft pear cake on the small tea table by the window of the meditation room. There were a few thorn rose petals scattered around, Jiang Zuo's eyes lit up, and Gong Gong's butt was about to pounce on it excitedly.

The holy monk grabbed the tail of the squirrel that was about to fly out.Jiang Zuo thumped his short hind legs, turned his head and looked at Qing Chi suspiciously.

Holding the big fat squirrel in one hand, Qing Chi sat down on the small bed calmly. He put Jiang Zuo on the couch, then gently squeezed a small corner from the pear cake, and handed it to Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo stared unblinkingly at the piece of pear flower cake floating in front of his eyes like a white cloud between the fingers of the holy monk, and piously stretched out his little paws to hold it steadily.

Holding the fingernail-sized pieces of pear flower cake to his mouth, the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance of lotus leaves and thorn roses, Jiang Zuo slowly opened his mouth, gnawed bit by bit, his cheeks puffed up and down in satisfaction squirming.

The pear cake in the monk’s room tasted different from the pear cake that was stolen from Abbot Shunci’s study. The pear cake in the abbot’s study was sweeter. The pear blossoms held in your hands are soft, waxy, sweet and melt in your mouth. The fragrance of pear blossoms lingers on the tip of your tongue when you eat it, but after swallowing, it leaves a faint fragrance of roses in your mouth.

When you smell it, you can smell the light lotus fragrance, but when you eat it, you can only smell pear blossoms and roses. Jiang Zuo curiously holds the pear flower cake in his arms, sniffing and gnawing.

The evening breeze was blowing, and the holy monk was leaning against the small couch by the window. His legs were bent, his sitting posture was lazy, and there was a trace of idleness in his slightly narrowed eyes. On the coffee table, there is a plate of snow mountain plums and a cup of Xinyang Maojian with clear soup and fragrance.

The holy monk's eyes had moved away from the page at this time, and turned to look at the little squirrel who was engrossed in eating pear cake.

The cheeks of the squirrel's hairball were swollen, and its entire face was buried in the pear cake. Only its cheeks wriggling as it chewed, and a few white beards swaying up and down on the cheeks could be vaguely seen.

Qing Chi unconsciously circled the tip of Jiang Zuo's big fluffy and soft tail with his fingertips.

The fluff on the fingertips is smooth and soft, and a piece of fluffy warmth is brewing on the fingers.

[Shit shovel value +10]

Jiang Zuo subconsciously swung his tail away from the holy monk's hand: Didn't you see that I was busy eating?Where do you come from, why are you so ignorant?

Looking down at the hand that was slapped away, the holy monk's face was unclear, and only the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed to reveal his emotions.

He was eating happily and suddenly his tail was pulled in pain. Jiang Zuo, who realized what stupid thing he had done just now, froze all over, and the pear cake slid down from between his claws with a "click".

Jiang Zuo shed tears of remorse: ...today's life is still the same bitterness... Please help me to find out if I can buy a coffin and get free snacks today.

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