Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan didn't notice it when she came yesterday, but Mo Siting took her forward, only to realize that this is not just one temple, but a group of temples, there are seven or seven 49 Buddhist halls and temples inside. indivual.

There are also many tourists and pilgrims coming and going.

At the back is a row of wing rooms, which are used by the temple for tourists from outside the temple.

Some people also choose to go down the mountain to halfway up the mountain to stay in hotels and hotels.

At the door, a peddler selling incense said: "The temple here is very spiritual to make wishes!"

Qiao Zhinuan bought some incense, and kowtowed to the temples one after another, making a wish.

She didn't know what that Buddha represented, so she kowtowed them all.

Mo Siting followed behind.

Qiao Zhinuan asked: "Don't you worship Buddha?"

Mo Siting looked at him with a bit of scorn, "I am a Buddha, why don't you worship me?"

Qiao Zhinuan was terrified by Mo Siting's words, and hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, then turned back to face the tall golden Buddha statue on the incense table, bowed her head, and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"I'm sorry, he's a good man, he said nothing."

Mo Siting looked sideways at Qiao Zhinuan's devout gaze, and muttered something in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth curled up, trying to tease her.

"Let's go, next room."

I didn't call Qiao Zhinuan to worship just now, but now I'm pulling her forward.

Qiao Zhinuan made the same wish in almost all the halls.

[May the people I love and those who love me be safe and happy. 】

Until the last Buddha.

Entering the gate of the palace, there is no one inside.

Qiao Zhinuan lit the incense in the incense burner, and when she knelt on the futon, Mo Siting knelt down beside her, and took an incense stick from her hand.

She blinked suspiciously, and only heard him say: "May our life in bed be harmonious, and we can live in perfect harmony. I will worship her as devoutly as I do Buddha..."

Qiao Zhinuan was so shocked that the incense in his hand almost dropped, and he pinched his arm.

"What did you say!"

Mo Siting tilted his head, pouted at the Buddha in front of him with ambiguous eyes, "This is Huanxi Buddha."

Qiao Zhinuan was stunned.

As soon as she came in just now, she felt that this Buddha statue was a little unusual, very strange.

Mo Siting patted her head.

"If you look carefully, you can tell that these are two people."

Qiao Zhinuan saw it.

It was indeed two people.

One male and one female.

"This is Huanxi Buddha, male and female dual cultivation," Mo Siting said: "The male body representing the Dharma and the female body representing wisdom have sex."

The man sits cross-legged, the right leg is more curved, the left leg is bent inside the right leg, and the curvature is small, the woman faces the man, her legs are spread, her plump buttocks sit on the man's left leg, her arms Embrace each other, breasts tightly pressed together.

Under Mo Siting's guidance, Qiao Zhinuan, who understood the sculpture of the Buddha's body, blushed instantly.

She has heard of it.

It's just that I'm not sure, I have some impressions.

Last night in bed, Mo Siting just mentioned it a little bit. She was so worn out at the time that her brain was basically not functioning, so she just listened to it and then forgot.

Now that I bring it up again, I remember that I heard about it when I was studying Tibetan Buddhism.

Mo Siting put his arms around her waist and leaned close to her ear, "Do you want to bow again?"

Qiao Zhinuan glared at Mo Siting fiercely, "I want to beg you, but I won't!"

She turned away.

When she walked to the entrance of the hall, she saw that Mo Siting actually went to light incense from the incense table to pay homage. She stomped her feet angrily, turned around, pulled his sleeves and walked out.

Mo Siting held her in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her earballs, "Do you want to try this position tonight?"

"What pose?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't understand.

"Buddha pose."

Qiao Zhinuan's face that had lost some heat just now became hot again, and pinched Mo Siting's body hard, "Can't you be more serious?"

"No."

"..."

Qiao Zhinuan lost his temper.

It was already close to noon when we came out of the Buddhist hall.

The sun also came out in the winter, shining warmly on the earth, basking on the body, there is a warm feeling.

Mo Xiaomo followed Jiang Siyan down the mountain to play.

There is a market in the middle of the mountain. The little monk who took care of them told them that these two days are a festival, and there will be gatherings below, which is very lively.

Qiao Zhinuan planned to go for a walk with Mo Siting.

After eating lunch and taking a break for a while, the two put on their coats and went down the mountain.

There are two commercial streets here, with rows of small shops on both sides, and some roadside stalls selling some local specialties.

There are quite a lot of people, and they should all know that these days are festivals, there are markets, and tourists who come to travel.

Qiao Zhinuan bought a bunch of candied haws, and when she turned around, Mo Siting was nowhere to be seen.

The crowd was full of people, Qiao Zhinuan looked on tiptoe, but couldn't find the familiar face.

She was rushed to the other side by the crowd.

He went straight to a table, sat on the steps, and took out his phone to send a message to Mo Siting.

Sitting next to the table was a middle-aged woman. From the lines on her face, it could be seen that she was quite old.

A woman with paint on her face, red, white and yellow, wearing heavy and luxurious clothes and all kinds of heavy gold and silver jewelry.

Qiao Zhinuan glanced at her and nodded very politely.

"girl."

The middle-aged woman's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was rubbing the ground with sandpaper, Qiao Zhinuan's nerves suddenly tensed.

"I am the goddess of the Miao Village."

"Hello."

Although Qiao Zhinuan is a staunch materialist, she has a heart of reverence for ghosts and gods. She clasped her hands together and nodded in respect.

The goddess said: "I can see that you are not suitable for this hustle and bustle of the world. You should open up a pure land by yourself. Both your memory and your heart will be cleansed. Are you willing to come with me?"

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

The first thing that came to her mind was: met a liar.

I think this guy is talking a little crazy.

"Sorry, I'm doing pretty well here."

The goddess shook her head, "It's good but it's just an appearance, either it looks good, or it's really good. Don't you want to get back the memory you lost?"

Qiao Zhinuan was stunned.

She did have a memory loss.

Regarding this, Luo Min has always kept it secret, even if she brought it up, she would be scolded bloody.

"How did you know?"

"It can be seen," the goddess said, "the human body has seven souls and six souls, and you, the soul behind you, are missing a pair of eyes. I need my pen to help you draw the finishing touch." Pen."

Qiao Zhinuan felt that these words sounded like a fairy tale.

She shook her head.

Her cell phone rang.

Qiao Zhinuan glanced at the phone screen, it showed Mo Siting.

"Feel sorry."

The goddess smiled, and took out a piece of paper from her pocket, "If you change your mind, just call the mobile phone number above."

Before Qiao Zhinuan had time to refuse, the man had already stuffed the piece of paper to Qiao Zhinuan, went down the steps, walked into the crowded crowd, and disappeared.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the business card in his hand, there was only a mobile phone number on it, and nothing else.

After thinking about it, she still put the business card in the inner compartment of the bag.

The phone's ringtone has been cut off.

She picked up the phone and wanted to make a call again, but someone patted her left shoulder.

Qiao Zhinuan subconsciously looked to the right.

This is a habit developed by being teased when I was a student, but whenever the left shoulder is patted, the person must be on the right.

This time, it was no exception.

Qiao Zhinuan saw a person standing behind her, wearing a black mask with a bloody mouth.

With a smile, she raised her hand to lift the mask off the man's face.

"Mo Siting, why are you so childish?"

I didn't see it for a while, so I went to buy a mask and put it on.

However, Qiao Zhinuan didn't expect it.

Fingers touched the edge of the mask and lifted upwards.

Half of the opponent's face was exposed.

She has already recognized it.

This person is not Mo Siting.

but……

It coincides with another face in memory.

Qiao Zhinuan's hand paused in mid-air, hesitating for a moment, and the second she was about to lift it up, there was a strong force behind her, and her body slammed into a gentle embrace.

"ink……"

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head to look at Mo Siting, and before she could say a name, she pressed the back of her head and kissed him deeply.

Mo Siting gave her a punishing kiss, and stroked the corners of her lips twice with his fingers, "Misidentified, baby, I'm here."

He also wore a mask on his face.

Silver crescent mask.

Only the lower part of the nose and lips are exposed, which sets off the sharp and beautiful outline.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the man with the devil mask on his face again, and the familiarity of this man spontaneously arose.

The man stood there, watching Qiao Zhinuan quietly.

Qiao Zhinuan was dragged by Mo Siting, turned around and walked into the crowd.

She turned her head to look at the man several times, feeling an impulse in her heart.

"Wait a minute!"

Without waiting for Mo Siting's refusal, she broke free from Mo Siting's hand and ran towards the man behind.

"Sir, can you take off your mask?"

She has a sense of urgency.

It was the same feeling as when I went to the shopping mall with Lu Li in Blacka and saw the glimpse of the wheelchair.

Although this idea is silly and unrealistic.

Qiao Zhinuan's heart beat like a drum, she quietly looked at the masked face of this man.

Mo Siting's face was already very gloomy.

He walked over with strides, "What are you looking at? Is Lao Tzu good looking?"

Mo Siting rarely spoke to her in such wild words.

From the corner of his eyes, a little domineering has been released, and he was facing the man, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Zhinuan had also noticed that the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with anger, and even his tone was smudged with strong possessiveness.

She was led out by Mo Siting.

When she reached the intersection of two streets, she turned her head and took a look.

Across the bustling crowd, the man had already taken off his mask.