Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Not to mention that he doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.

If it wasn't for Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Xiaomo, he wouldn't have set foot in this Buddhist holy place.

Master Xufan seemed to have seen through Mo Siting's inner thoughts, stroked his beard and smiled, "This matter is related to the female benefactor."

Such a sentence made Mo Siting move his feet.

He followed Xu Fan to another side hall in the completely opposite direction.

In the side hall, the incense is at its peak.

Xu Fan walked over and sat on the futon IQ.

Mo Siting glanced at him, and then sat down cross-legged.

Xu Fan handed him a lottery.

Mo Siting took a look, "Smack it casually?"

Xu Fan shook his head, put the stick aside again, took a small plate from the other side and placed it in front of Mo Siting.

"I think the benefactor still needs a subjective idea, let's say something."

Mo Siting frowned, dipped his finger in the water in the plate, and wrote the word "warm" on the ground.

His brushstrokes are strong and powerful, and it looks like he has practiced calligraphy.

Master Xu Fan looked at the word and shook his head.

"This is the name of the female benefactor. The original meaning of this word is good, but it has another meaning when it is placed in this situation."

Mo Siting's eyes tightened, "What do you mean?"

"The female benefactor is extremely intelligent. In the future development, she will also make use of her strengths and avoid her weaknesses. In the end, the will will be bright and the weather will be warmer. It's just..."

Master Xu Fan shook his head and said, "It's just that you are in a transitional period, and there is still a catastrophe in the middle."

Mo Siting's brows were more tightly wrinkled than before.

Another disaster?
"What robbery?"

"Life is twists and turns, this is a secret, don't let it out."

What Mo Siting has always hated most is playing tricks like this, and it's even more so now.

He frowned, feeling a little elusive in his heart.

Master Xu Fan got up, clasped his hands together and nodded at Mo Siting, "Benefactor, don't force anything, the poor monk has already ordered it."

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the other side.

Under the guidance of the little monk, Qiao Zhinuan finally walked to another courtyard.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, I heard the sound of chanting inside.

As soon as the little monk came in, he paused.

On the other side, looking into the hall from the door, you can see a few young monks of about the same age, kneeling neatly on the futon, chanting scriptures, and the sound of chanting can be heard.

This is a secluded place, only the sound of chanting scriptures, accompanied by distant morning bells and evening drums.

However, he did not see Mo Xiaomo.

She turned around strangely and asked the little monk behind her.

"Is Mo Xiaomo not here?"

"what?"

The little monk was also very strange, but he couldn't find out where Mo Xiaomo was.

He scratched his head, "It must have gone to the back mountain."

You know, the back mountain is a treasure land.

Since Mo Xiaomo was not found here, the little monk took Qiao Zhinuan directly to the side room in the backyard.

Jiang Siyan had already put the suitcase she brought on the side of the wing, and saw Qiao Zhinuan, "Miss Qiao, have you seen the young master?"

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "No."

"what?"

The little monk said: "Little Mo must have gone to the back mountain to play."

Jiang Siyan: "..."

Sure enough, it was in line with the young master's disposition. She was just thinking, how could Mo Xiaomo be confined in the temple for such a long time.

Looking at it now, it really looks like a very desirable life here.

At this time, on the back hill.

Mo Zishu walked in front, followed by a pretty girl with a ponytail, bouncing around, carrying a small basket on her back, which contained a lot of weeds.

"Why are you walking so fast!"

She finally caught up with Mo Zishu, and reached out to grab Mo Zishu's arm.

Mo Zishu is now wearing a gray monk's robe. Although his hair is thick and shaved very short, it has a different feeling. He is just a lay disciple and does not need to shave his head.

He glanced down at the little girl holding his arm, and broke away from her directly.

Putting your hands together, you said: "Amitabha, men and women are not close to each other, female benefactor, please respect yourself."

The little girl laughed out loud, and supported her waist, "You are really weird, don't think I don't know, I have seen you go down the mountain and secretly buy chicken legs to eat."

Mo Zishu seemed to have been poked into a soft spot, and his white and tender skin suddenly turned red, "Then... my master said it's okay, I'm just a lay disciple, I can eat meat and chicken, or I'm only six years old now, why not?" It's a long head."

"So, don't pretend to be a monk in front of me. Anyway, sooner or later you will return to vulgarity."

The little girl looks very good-looking, she is only four or five years old now, but she looks like a white and tender glutinous rice dumpling, with a pink color on her fair skin.

At such a young age, she can already see a bit of an unbeautiful appearance, and when she grows up, it will be fine!
Mo Zishu turned around and continued walking up the mountain. The little girl followed behind him, but she didn't reach out to grab his hand anymore.

"My father said that you often go up the mountain, is it for hunting?"

"Ah."

After all, Mo Zishu has been running very fast in the past two months, and he is three years older than the little girl. He walks so fast that the little girl can easily catch up with him.

Mo Zishu couldn't help but didn't know if it was to cooperate with her, so he slowed down his pace.

The little girl's smiling eyes were bent into a crescent shape, she tilted her head and said, "You still don't know my name, right? My name is Yueyue."

Mo Zishu snorted.

It's such a common name.

The little girl came over and said, "What does it mean to hum? Do you also think my name sounds nice? My mother said that I was born at night, which happened to be the full moon, so my nickname was Monthly."

Mo Zishu didn't seem impatient this time, he just hummed and asked, "Then what's your first name?"

"Lin Yan." The little girl paused, "It's the smoke from fireworks."

Mo Zishu didn't speak this time.

Hearing the little girl's voice, he seemed to have turned into a firework blooming in the sky in his mind.

This little girl has been with him for several days. In fact, Mo Zishu has already found out, but he didn't say it out loud, that is, he let the girl follow him.

Like today, when they suddenly bumped into each other, it seemed to break the plot of you running and chasing me a few days ago.

The two stared at each other for a while, before Mo Zishu decided to move on, but the little girl just caught up and started talking.

But to be honest, Mo Zishu didn't feel disgusted.

"And you, what's your name?"

Mo Zishu did not answer.