The Personal Physician of the Female President

Chapter 203 The other side

In a mountain far away from Jiangcheng, there is a dilapidated temple and two houses.

It was already evening, and between a low wall, there was an old monk striding his horse. On the ground next to him was a young monk with a handsome face, but there was no burning incense mark on the young monk's head.
The crisp and pleasant sound of water rushing, under the dim light, the smoke billows, and the slender figure is looming in the hot air.The woman's beautiful face is faintly visible.

"A little higher, a little higher, I'm going to see it, I'm going to see it." A big shiny bald head was sneaking around the papered window, swaying.

Although he didn't see it very clearly, "Hulu, Hulu..." Yuan Zhen's saliva dripped all over the floor, and he wiped the saliva with the worn cassock casually.

"Just point it up!" Yuan Zhen murmured, his face full of regret.

"Master, what are you doing?"

An equally shiny bald head approached cautiously,

"Prickly!" Yuan Zhen drooled again, and slapped the little monk's bald head.

"Go, go, children, what do you know?" Yuan Zhen naturally didn't want his apprentice to see such a scene.

The little monk has a baby face and looks about sixteen or seventeen years old.Hearing Yuan Zhen's words, he looked aggrieved.

"Master, I am 19 years old this year. I know everything, Amitabha Buddha! At least I know, Master, it is wrong for you to do this.

"Go, go, I taught you everything you know. It's also used to teach the master!" Yuan Zhen slapped the little monk on the head again.

"Master," the little monk touched the little bald head with an aggrieved expression.

On the contrary, Yuan Zhen rubbed his hands, this kid, his head is getting harder and harder, and he has already practiced to the third level.

"master."

"Don't talk, the master is busy." Yuan Zhen's tone was full of impatience, and he didn't turn his head, but it's doomed to be bad luck if he doesn't turn his head at this time.

"Master" Xiaodaoyi's psychology urgently hopes that the master will look back at himself and...

"I've said it all, don't talk anymore." Yuan Zhen carefully looked through the paper hole just now, but there was only a steaming wooden barrel through it.

"Hey, where's Widow Li?" Yuan Zhen looked around through the hole.Want to find traces of beauty.

"Master" Daoyi's tone was obviously anxious, but how could Yuan be able to tell that he was really busy with his own affairs.

"Daoyi, don't call me, the master is busy." Yuan Zhen was very impatient, every time he was doing formal work, this apprentice couldn't help but disturb him, it was really helpless.

"Oh, you're busy, can you tell me what you're busy with?" Yuan Zhen only felt the gust of wind.No way?His heart was in a mess, and he turned around with a stiff neck.

I saw the little monk with a baby face full of grievances, squatting under the tree and pointing his fingers very unmanly.

But the most striking thing is the woman in front of the little monk.

The woman looked only in her twenties, her clothes were slightly disheveled, and there were two seductive blushes on her pretty face. It was unclear whether it was the heat from just now or the anger from Yuanzhen.Her dark, wet hair was still dripping with water.She exudes low air pressure, playing with the shiny leather whip in her hand.

"Master Yuanzhen, can you tell me what you are up to?"

"Ah! Benefactor Li, please forgive me!"

"Uh, why, don't you call me Widow Li?" A crowd of gulls startled.

"Master won't let me speak, master won't let me speak..." The little monk who was still squatting under the tree pointed his fingers.

"Oh, take it easy." Yuan Zhen was lying on the bed in a miserable state, and the little monk said that he carefully put medicine on Yuan Zhen's injured buttocks.

"Master, as a monk, you should observe the eight precepts. How can you peek at the female benefactor taking a bath? Amitabha, master, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and see the shore!"

"Stinky boy, you're still addicted! Come here." Dao Yi squatted pitifully in front of Yuan Zhen, gently covering his bright little forehead, with a bulging face. "Master, hit lightly."

"What do you have to be afraid of? You have already practiced the third level of Mysterious Sage Art of Myriad Turns. It's my hand that hurts now, okay?" Yuan Zhen once again ruthlessly called out to Dao Yi's forehead, "Touch!" There was a sound of metal colliding when the hand touched it.

"Oh, it hurts me to death, you skinny boy, my hand is no match for your head, if it wasn't for me..." Yuan Zhen recalled that passionate night back then, narrowed her eyes wretchedly, and covered her eyes. He suppressed the sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it, it's so sweaty not to mention the bravery back then! Embarrassing" Yuan Zhen scratched his smooth forehead.

After a "touch", he knocked on Dao Yi's forehead.

"Oh, I'm going!"

"Master, why can't you knock a few times less, won't your hands hurt?" The voice became smaller and smaller, those pure and innocent little eyes, if Yuan Zhen didn't understand Dao Yi's temperament, Yuan Zhen would definitely think that he was on purpose.

"You brat~" Yuan Zhen's hand paused for a while, before it finally landed on Dao Yi's head.

If Chen Feng were here, if he looked at this old monk carefully, he would find that this person was [-]% similar to the person he dreamed of last night.

At this time, Yuan Zhen looked serious and frowned, and then looked at Xiaodao Yi with a serious face.

"Daoyi, the second volume of Wanzhuan Xuanshengjue will be released soon, so go to Jiangcheng to find your senior brother."

Dao Yi had a puzzled expression on his face, thinking to himself, Senior Brother?How could I have a senior brother, so I turned to look at this unreliable master.

"When did I ever have a senior brother?" I have never been away from the master to wipe my sweat for three days in all these years, if I did, how could I not know.

With a mysterious face on Yuan Zhen's face, he said in a spirited way: "There is a destiny in the dark, as long as you see him, you will know that he is your senior brother!"

Although Yuan Zhen always does some unreliable things, he has always said something about such a big event, and never lies.

On the Yulan Temple on Yulan Mountain, there is an old monk with a beard and only one eye exposed, telling stories with relish, and a baby-faced young monk with a bulging bun face, sleepy eyes, drowsy!
The next morning, Dao got up early, because as soon as Dao realized that his practice had appeared, he would go to this colorful world for a while.

Daoyi patted his head and murmured, "It's a good thing I didn't burn the incense seal, the hair should still grow back."

The two have been masters and apprentices for many years, and Daoyi believed his master's words, and went down the mountain alone, but there was a huge crowd, and it took some time before he could find it.

Daoyi came to the bustling city, he didn't appear to be in a panic, everything was calm and calm.

(End of this chapter)