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Chapter 66 [The Demonic Monk]

The boudoir on the side also heard those words, but she just shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't care, and casually comforted the monk: "Don't worry about those aunts, speaking evil words is a cost to these mortals. The lowest level of evil, you will get used to it after watching too much.”

"Yes." The monk nodded lightly in response.

Seeing that the monk seemed to have no major problems, Boudoir didn't take this matter to heart anymore.Walking slowly, the two had arrived at the downstairs of Yihong Courtyard.

The monk raised his head, and there was a charming girl upstairs waving handkerchiefs to the guests. Seeing the monk and his girlfriends, they were still as enthusiastic as fire, which was very different from the silent people in Qinghe County.

The monk was puzzled, and tilted his head slightly to ask the boudoir: "Why aren't they afraid of you?"

Guiyuan chuckled, and she looked up at the girl upstairs like a monk, with warmth in her eyes: "Stupid monk, you forgot, I was originally the resentment of these girls, there is no reason why they would be afraid me."

As soon as the words fell, the boudoir had already dragged the monk into the Yihong Courtyard.

There are two worlds inside and outside the building.

From the outside of the building, Yihong Courtyard is located in a remote alley, and has to be pointed at by the gossip woman outside the alley.

And when the monk and his girlfriend entered the building, the rouge, incense, colored silk, and beauties made people dizzy.

I don’t know if it’s because of boudoir resentment that there is a natural sense of belonging here. Although she is a female guest, she is very popular with the girls. Compared with the stupid monk who can’t move at all, the girls obviously prefer to be like them. Cherished boudoir grievances.

As soon as the two stepped into the gate of Yihong Courtyard, the girls rushed over enthusiastically, their boudoir grievances came from both directions, as if they were at ease taking Yihong Courtyard as their home.

As for the monk, I thought that when I entered the Yihong Courtyard, when the girls surrounded the monk, I could appreciate his flustered appearance without knowing where to put his hands and feet, but the monk was not as good as I thought. In a building where even the air was covered with rouge and gouache, he didn't even change his face, looking naive even if he was fat, swallows and thin, but his heart was calm.

Didn't see a good show, Guiyuan sighed with some regret.

Her sigh caused the monk who had been standing still all this time to turn around, looking at her as if asking questions.

Facing the monk's eyes, Guiyuan glared at him angrily, not knowing why she was angry.

After teasing with the girls for a while, Guiyuan finally chose a gazebo in the backyard for a rest.

There are fresh fruits and delicious drinks in the gazebo, accompanied by beauties, such a pleasant scenery, but it is a pity that someone does not understand the style, and just sits quietly alone.

Knowing that my little tricks can't amuse the monk, the boudoir has lost interest, so I can just stay in the gazebo and enjoy it with peace of mind.

Perhaps it was because he finally returned to a familiar environment, and it was rare for Boudoir to be in a good mood, and he exchanged cups with the girls and drank several cups in a row.

After drinking, a girl came over with a qin, and Guiyuan got up and staggered over to take the qin and put it on the wooden table. She was silent for a moment, covering the surface of the qin with her hands, she wanted to play the qin .

At this time, Guiyuan's cheeks were stained red, and her mind was also foggy with strong alcohol. I'm afraid that even the music that played from the piano was also drunk.

The monk who kept his eyes closed all the time and didn't take part in the drinking and merrymaking of the crowd turned around at this time, and seeing the drunken eyes of the boudoir, he frowned imperceptibly, and he sighed lightly: "Why bother."

Boudoir showed a trance smile towards the monk, but he didn't take the monk's advice seriously in his words: "If you have fun, you should return home after enjoying yourself."

After all, the qin sound like Koizumi's ding-dong poured out from her fingers, the sound of the qin was cheerful, with the free and easy meaning of being drunk now, this drunken sound is rare and pleasant.

At this time, the detached monk is also unavoidably disturbed by the sound of the piano. He listened carefully and seemed to feel that the turmoil in the world sometimes needs to be free and easy like the sound of the piano.

The boudoir was drunk, and the sound of the piano flowing from her fingers was also intoxicating, and the monk was fascinated by it before he knew it.

Until it was interrupted by a dark and deep voice, it was a wandering Taoist priest disguised as a mullet spirit who was delivering a message to the monk.

He said that he had already met the county magistrate, and he clarified the rumors about the demon monk to the county magistrate. He used the excuse that what the guardians who followed him at that time saw were illusions, and that was a checkpoint set up by the river god in the moat to test people's hearts. .

The words of the Youfang Taoist are naturally convincing to the county magistrate. After all, at least in the minds of the people in Qinghe County, their flood problem was solved thanks to the Youfang Taoist, although it was a condition of sending them off as a marriage.

Now that the wandering Taoist has clarified the rumors about the demon monk to the county magistrate, the county magistrate naturally dare not neglect the real eminent monk, so he sent another person to welcome the monk into the county magistrate's mansion, preparing to meet him in person to make up for the neglect just now.

The monk doesn't care much about these things, it's just that the process has been a little bit twists and turns, as long as the final goal can be achieved, that's enough.

However, Boudoir doesn't have such a good temper as the monk. She has a bad temper, and the county magistrate just shut her down and she took revenge.Now seeing that the county magistrate sent someone to pick her up, she teased the monk: "Stupid monk, look, where are you? You are not as good as a mullet in the eyes of the idiot county magistrate."

The monk didn't respond, just responded silently.

Boudoir curled her lips boredly, and said: "I won't follow you, I'll stay here and enjoy the beauty's grace, after you discuss it with the magistrate's office, if there is anything you need me to do, just send me a voice transmission. "

Although the boudoir was obviously sabotaging work, but this time the monk was different from the time when he let the boudoir out of the mustard space when he first arrived in Qinghe County, he agreed almost without hesitation.

Obviously, trust has been unconsciously established between him and Guiyuan.

The county magistrate's mansion is still the reception hall facing the courtyard, and even the seats are the same as when the monk entered the county magistrate's mansion last time.

Only this time, the county magistrate's attitude was obviously much more respectful, even a little deliberately flattering, he was afraid that his previous behavior of driving away the guests would offend the eminent monk.

As soon as the monk stepped into the red lacquered gate of the county magistrate's mansion, the county magistrate was already waiting by the gate. When he saw the monk, he bowed his hands and apologized: "The county magistrate's mansion has offended me a lot, and I hope the master will take care of it. "

The monk just shook his head slightly, he didn't care about it.

When the monk was warmly welcomed to the hall by the county magistrate and sat down, the county magistrate said a lot of polite words before getting to the point.

"The master has already told me about the master casting spells by the moat. I am really grateful to the master. I have worked so hard for the people of Qinghe County, and I, the parents and officials of the common people, are ashamed!"

When the county magistrate said these words, he shook his head with emotion, but he looked serious.

(End of this chapter)