Be Good Chapter 388: A monk can also marry a wife

Worthy of being the wife of Xie Ci, this cleverness is worthy of Xie Ci.

He said, what kind of woman is it, she must be able to make Xie Ci.

Now it seems that there is always a reason.

The monk's eyes inadvertently fell on Yuan Changhuan's Ningyu fingers, which were huddled in his sleeves.

Other monks waited for Yuan Changhuan and the others to leave before saluting in unison, "I have seen Master Xuanling."

Xuan Linghun laughed generously, "Okay, the time has come, it's time to teach the Fa."

After finishing speaking, with his hands behind his back, he leisurely came to the other side of the flower forest.

"Master Uncle, the host asked you to change into cassock before going to maintain the image of Thousand Buddha Temple."

The leading monk whispered.

"Tsk, I haven't seen you for so many years, senior brother still likes to make a superficial image." Xuanling sneered without giving any face, completely lacking the image that a monk should have.

"Uncle, except for the cassock, inside..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking."

"Hey..."

A group of monks chased a blind monk in a golden cassock all the way to the Daxiong Hall.

As for Yuan Changhuan.

At the exit of Hualin, I met Mother Lin who was looking for someone.

Following Nanny Lin to Yuan Changhuan in the Daxiong Palace, she heard Yuduan complaining in a low voice, "Miss, you just let that presumptuous monk go, it's not like your usual style."

"Could it be..." Yudu suddenly thought of a possibility, her face turned pale, and she padded her feet and whispered in Yuan Changhuan's ear, "Have you taken a fancy to this little monk?"

Yuan Changhuan patted her forehead, and said in disgust, "If you talk nonsense again, I will leave you here as a monk's wife!"

Hi.

Covering his head, Yuduan groaned, "Can a monk marry a wife?"

"The imperial concubine is teasing you." Qingwan took Yuduan's arm and followed Yuan Changhuan together, "How can a monk marry a wife, especially a monk from Qianfo Temple."

"It's still clean and smart."

Yuan Chang replied happily.

"The imperial concubine has loved to bully her slaves since she was a child." Yudu said with an aggrieved face.

He was in a good mood and comforted Yuduan with a few words.

The more Yuan Changhuan walked towards the Daxiong Palace, the more he felt a strange premonition.

When she saw the monk sitting at the top, exuding the brilliance of a master, she realized where this premonition came from.

I couldn't help but burst out in my heart, how did this guy become a master respected by everyone?

You are a dead monk who is bluffing and deceitful.

She knew that this dead monk was not that simple, but she didn't expect him to be so complicated.

Master Xuanling!

At the same time, she was still kneeling on the futon under the supervision of Nanny Lin, listening to his lectures silently.

Two hours later.

The lecture is over for today.

Xuan Ling opened his clear eyes, shone with wisdom, tapped his long fingers, and his voice was like the morning bell and evening drum outside the Thousand Buddha Temple, resounding through the Sanskrit, "get out of class is over, tomorrow will still be at this hour."

"Amitabha."

There were many people in the hall, but they left in an orderly manner.

The Empress Dowager wanted to ask Master Xuanling about Zen principles, so Yuan Changhuan had no choice but to follow.

Unexpectedly, when leaving, Xuanling suddenly looked at Yuan Changhuan amiably, and said to the Queen Mother, "This female benefactor has special numerology, can you allow the little monk to test the lottery for the female benefactor as well."

"Of course." The queen mother said happily, "Yuanyuan, it's hard to get a lottery for Master Xuanling, you have to seize the opportunity."

Yuan Changhuan, who wanted to refuse, was completely blocked by the queen mother's words.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xuan Ling's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

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"Hey, dead monk, what do you want to do! Let me go!"