She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Shen Weicang followed Jingwang to a meditation room in the temple and looked around curiously.

The yard was clean and spacious, with a tree of Albizia Julibrissin planted in it. The pink and white flowers were beautiful beyond words. Although the furnishings in the Zen room were simple, she could tell at a glance that everything from the tables and chairs to the bedding on the bed was of the best quality.

There was still sandalwood burning in the room. Shen Weicang looked around and saw an exquisite bronze lotus incense burner.

It can be seen that this is one of the best courtyards in the temple, and Shen Weicang believed most of what Tan Yuan said.

She looked at the monk's back with some curiosity, not knowing what evidence Tan Yuan had on Jingwang.

"Miss Shen," Jing Wang turned around and looked at her with a smile, "I wonder if Miss Shen is satisfied with this courtyard?"

Shen Weicang didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He walked around the room very naturally and then sat down in a chair: "It's okay."

Jingwang smiled faintly, sat down in another chair, and poured her a cup of tea gracefully:

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Miss Shen. My humble house is simple and cannot compare to the prosperity of Lingwu Mountain."

Shen Weicang reached out to take the teacup and brought it to his mouth. His turquoise sleeves fell slightly, revealing a piece of his fair wrist. The sparkling bracelet on his wrist emitted a faint glow, making his skin look even whiter than frosty.

"Master really loves to joke," she said in a sweet voice.

"The tables, chairs and even the bed in the inner room are all made of golden nanmu wood. The curtains are woven from shark silk, and the quilts are made of silk from the silkworm. Even the incense burner is a rare treasure."

"If this is still considered shabby, I'm afraid there are few sects that are not shabby."

Jingwang's eyes moved from the white wrist to the girl's bright face, and he said in a gentle voice: "This is a residence for entertaining distinguished guests, so it is naturally different from an ordinary Zen room."

Shen Weicang didn't think much about it and smiled brightly: "Then I really benefited from Master's help."

Jing Wang met her bright eyes and looked away slightly unnaturally. His heart had been beating very unnaturally since he saw Miss Shen.

Jingwang entered Buddhism at the age of seven and spent nearly a thousand years in front of the Buddha statue, but he had never had this feeling before, and he himself could not describe what this feeling was.

This Zen room actually belongs to him. The Zen room originally prepared for Shen Weicang is in an ordinary courtyard on the back mountain of the temple. Although it cannot be said to be shabby and simple, it is just an ordinary courtyard.

The moment he saw Miss Shen just now, his heart, which had always been as calm as the abyss, was stirred up by huge waves, hitting his heart like a huge wave.

He didn't even think about it, and subconsciously took Miss Shen to his meditation room. When he stood outside the yard, he realized that the yard was not vacant.

Jingwang hurriedly cleaned up the meditation room. Fortunately, he didn't have many things, so the yard and the house were very clean.

Worried that Miss Shen would dislike it, he subconsciously changed the furnishings in the room.

But when Miss Shen stepped into the yard and looked around curiously, his face still felt slightly hot and his heart was filled with emotions he had never experienced before.

Is it embarrassment, shyness, or anticipation?

He couldn't tell.

Fortunately, Miss Shen seemed quite satisfied with his yard and praised it with a smile.

Hearing her mention Tan Yuan in a familiar tone, Jing Wang frowned slightly.

He didn't arrange for Miss Shen to live here because of Tan Yuan.

"It's my fate with the girl..."

Jing Wang blurted out subconsciously, and looking at the hint of confusion in Shen Weicang's eyes, he was speechless.

He did not continue speaking. He closed his mouth in shame and resentment, cursing himself in his heart for not being able to speak.

Miss Shen came to Jingchan Sect because of the advice of that mangy fox. What fate do they have with me?

"Miss Shen, you don't know," Jingwang quickly reacted and added,

"A few days ago, Immortal Venerable Tan Yuan and Demon Venerable had a fight, and I happened to be there. In order to avoid more killing, I made them take a step back."

"Miss Shen's coming to the Jingchan Sect is also a sign of fate with me."

Shen Weicang held the white porcelain teacup and turned it around, his eyes seemed to follow the movement of the cup, giving off a somewhat seductive look.

She curled her rosy lips, which had just been moistened by the tea, making them look even more moist.

This Master Jingwang seems to have impure six senses. What kind of fate is this?

If she didn't know Jingwang's strength, she would have thought he was a fake monk who was trying to deceive people.

"Master, are you saying that my master and Luo Su had an argument?" She bit her lip with some worry, "Can you tell me what they were arguing about?"

Jingwang looked at her in a daze, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her, and he didn't even hear what she said.

"Master Jingwang?"

Shen Weicang raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes in a strange manner, and Yun Chi raised his hand and wanted to whip him.

The sharp wind of the whip had already reached his ears, and Jingwang came to his senses. He blinked slowly, raised his hand and grasped the whip.

Yun Chi injected spiritual power when he swung the whip, leaving a bloody mark on Jingwang's palm, and the pain woke him up.

His voice was a little hoarse and low: "From what the Immortal Venerable Tan Yuan and the Demon Venerable said, it seems that they are doing this for the Demon King Bone."

"Demon King Bone?"

Shen Weicang raised his tone, then realized his own gaffe, and smiled apologetically:

"Master, please forgive me for making you laugh. My master promised to give me the Demon King Bone. My brothers and sisters went through many hardships in the secret realm to get it, but..."

She lowered her head somewhat dejectedly: "But Fourth Senior Sister also wants the Demon King Bone."

"If my senior sister had told me directly, I would have given it to her, but she chose to harm me."

"Luo Su insisted on helping me to grab the Demon King Bone, and I couldn't stop him no matter what. Master, did Master and Luo Su fight over this? They weren't injured, were they?"

She frowned in her heart. Why didn't Tan Yuan give the Demon King Bone to Luo Su, but instead fought with him? Didn't he know that Luo Su went to get the Demon King Bone for her?

She still trusted Luo Su so much and thought that he must have brought the Demon King Bone back. Anyway, even if she was no longer in the Demon Realm, this little white tiger would chase her and deliver the Demon King Bone to her.

In the end, he didn't get it!

From this point of view, he probably didn’t even get Ruan Ci’s golden elixir, and he couldn’t do anything well. We really misjudged him!

Seeing that she was a little sad, Jingwang hurriedly explained:

"Miss Shen, please don't worry. I have persuaded them to take a step back and asked Tan Yuan to send the Demon King Bone here. I will refine it for you and help you strengthen your spiritual roots."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but put his hand over his chest.

He broke the precepts.

He deceived others and himself, and violated the precept of not lying.

Even he himself didn't know why he could say those words so naturally. Although he didn't lie word for word, he couldn't get over it in his heart.

He intentionally or unintentionally misled Miss Shen, making her mistakenly believe that Tan Yuan was unwilling to give her the Demon King's Bone, and that Luo Su did not take his promise to help her get the Demon King's Bone seriously.

But in fact, he knew in his heart that Tan Yuan was afraid of the taboo of master-disciple love and did not dare to get too close to Miss Shen frequently. Luo Su compromised because he did not know how to help her refine the Demon King Bone.

The Buddha seal on the pure and confused heart became scorching hot, burning his heart.

This Buddhist seal has been planted in my heart since I was seven years old, and I have never experienced such severe punishment.

But this Buddhist seal, which was as hot as a raging fire, reminded him of another thing at this moment.

Just because of those words, which violated the precept of not lying, Foyin's burning sensation would not have been so intense.

Now his heart felt like it was burning in flames, because when he was staring at Miss Shen in a daze just now, he imagined certain scenes in his mind.

Lust gives rise to all kinds of evil. Among Foyin’s punishments, breaking the precept of celibacy is the most severe.

And he had just violated the precept of not committing adultery.