Quick Cross: Time and Space Judge

Chapter 97
As he said that, he looked up at the sky, maybe the master finally went to the place of the Buddha as he wished.

"Then you should miss your master very much. Today is the anniversary of your master's death in a few days. I think you miss your master very much."

Su Ling suddenly felt that she was like a chatterbox, chattering non-stop, comparable to an old lady.

The two stopped in front of an old meditation room, and Buchen looked nostalgicly at the place where his master used to live: "This is where the master lives, and every few days there will be juniors who come to clean the master's meditation room. The meditation room is clean, maybe the master will come back that day."

Sao Nian, I think this kind of unrealistic problem should really be treated, don't give up the treatment, or the disease will get worse.

Buchen stood at the door for a while, then opened the door and walked in. Su Ling followed curiously, glanced around, and saw Buchen walking in the direction of the Four Treasures of the Study; later.

Looking up, I saw him picking up a scroll painting from the table, expressing his longing for the portrait of his old master.

Su Ling pursed her mouth in boredom, why didn't she think it would be so boring here, she was a little tired from standing, and sat down on the table with one buttock, dangling her feet.

Bored, she picked up one of the scroll paintings on one side, opened it and saw that it was a landscape painting, and after a glance, she threw the scroll paintings aside in disinterest.

I really can't figure it out, how can an old monk still paint landscape paintings in such a leisurely way?

Then she wanted to get another scroll. She thought that what she saw this time was either a landscape painting or something like the picture on the Qingming River, but she couldn't help being taken aback when she saw this scroll. On this scroll was a portrait of a handsome man. , She took the portrait and compared it with Buchen, shaking her head, it doesn't look like that either.

The dusty master still likes to paint this kind of painting?or a man?Could it be that his master looks like an eminent monk on the surface, but actually he likes men perverted in his heart!
Otherwise how to explain?If it's a portrait of a woman, she can understand that he can't let go of the world of mortals and can't see through the world of mortals.

But it happened to be a portrait of a man, she looked at Buchen with a strange expression on her face, and asked, "Hey, does your master have any special hobbies?"

Hearing this, Buchen shook his head, what hobby could his master have, the master doesn't care about the affairs of the world, let alone have any?
"Then..." She raised the scroll painting in her hand to let him see it clearly: "How do you explain this?"

Ok?Buchen looked at the scroll painting suddenly, and was a little surprised when he saw the portrait of a man inside: "How can there be a portrait of a man here? I remember cleaning it every few months, and I didn't find any of these?"

He was full of doubts and incomprehensions, and couldn't figure it out. There would be a portrait of a man in the Zen room of the old master's house.

"I don't know?" Looking at Buchen's bewildered expression, Su Ling reluctantly believed it, but she was still a little curious. If a monk or an old monk has such a habit...how should I put it...

One word to describe...pervert!old pervert!
But if you take a closer look at that portrait, it looks familiar, and you can't remember where you saw it?

She searched all the memories in her mind, but she couldn't remember where she saw this man before, so why did she feel familiar?

She didn't think about it if she didn't understand, and she wanted to throw the scroll aside, but at this time, she didn't know where to call out a piece of paper.

When I took a look, there was nothing on it.

"Why is it a blank sheet of paper? I thought it was some important clue."

As she spoke, she wanted to tear up the white paper, but Buchen on the side suddenly noticed her movement, looked at the white paper in her hand, panicked, and hurriedly stopped: "Wait a minute! Don't tear it up!"

(End of this chapter)