The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

He Jilin knew that Lu Qiuming had no malicious intentions, but he couldn't deny that Lu Qiuming had no other purpose, but the protagonist was the son of destiny, and He Jilin had nothing to say about him.

"Where is this place in the demon world?"

Lu Qiuming replied: "Mount Luoqi is the domain of the demon king Yin Su."

"I'm a human being now, why haven't any demons discovered me so far?"

Lu Qiuming raised the corners of his lips, "The ones nearby are all living monsters. They dare not come near me, so you can rest assured."

"I lost your hairpin, I'm sorry." He Jilin still likes that hairpin very much, and it's worth a thousand demon crystals, which is very precious.

Lu Qiuming's eyes lit up, "Why don't you pay me back?"

He Jilin could only nod his head and said: "I'll pay you back when I return to the human world." You know, the monk is very poor.

Lu Qiuming took the Qiankun bag, swept his spiritual sense, and found a piece of white jade that had been covered in dust for a long time.

He handed the white jade to He Jilin, and said, "Why don't you carve a jade hairpin for me?"

Seeing that Yu Xin was happy, He Jilin felt a little itchy, and asked, "What kind of look do you like?"

Lu Qiuming shook his head and said, "I don't know either, you can figure it out."

He Jilin pondered for a while, and finally had a clue, and said: "Don't dislike me when I carved it out."

Lu Qiuming stared at his hand holding the jade with deep eyes, and said, "Of course not."

He Jilin's carving skills can be regarded as superb, but after a while, the prototype of a hairpin in the shape of a long sword appeared in his palm, which looked very simple and simple, but also had a unique charm.

With his slender hand holding the carving knife, he processed the details of the prototype, and soon, a cold and unique jade hairpin appeared in front of Lu Qiuming.

Lu Qiuming was stunned for a few seconds, then took out a simple and simple box from the Qiankun bag, and at a glance, he knew it was not extraordinary.

"Put it here." Lu Qiuming opened the box and said to He Jilin.

He Jilin raised his eyebrows in his heart, but he didn't say anything on his face, he just gently put the jade hairpin into the box.

Lu Qiuming's eyes lingered on the jade hairpin for a while, then he reluctantly closed the box and put it back into the Qiankun bag.

"It's time to return to the human world." He Jilin said while wiping the carving knife.

Lu Qiuming was startled, and said: "Okay. But I don't know where it will go."

There are also risks in tearing apart the space, who knows what is waiting for them on the other side?

He Jilin nodded, "Chunwu, let me wrong you first."

Chun Wudao understood, turned it into a Buddhist bead and put it on his wrist.

He Jilin and Lu Qiuming worked together to tear apart the space and disappeared in the demon world in an instant.

Returning to the human world again, the two of them appeared in a room together. The room looked exquisite and small, with soft furnishings and a lingering fragrance. It should be the room of the daughter's house.

The two were about to leave, but they heard a faint laughter coming from the door.

"Senior Sister, you should rest early, and I will go back to the house."

"Okay, junior sister too."

The two of them have no way to go out under the noses of others now, so Lu Qiuming had no choice but to grab He Jilin and hide under the bed at once, holding the breath of the whole body, so that even those whose cultivation level is lower than theirs can't detect it.

The door opened, and a female cultivator lightly stepped into the room with lotus steps, and then closed it again.

From the gap at the bottom of the bed, the two could only see the nun's shoes, white satin, moiré pattern, a pair of embroidered shoes of a relatively common style, and they couldn't tell which sect they were from.

The nun passed by the bed, sat down in front of the dressing table, and sighed slightly.

Because the area under the bed was narrow, half of Lu Qiuming's body was directly pressed against He Jilin's body. The two were so close that He Jilin could feel the warmth from him.

From childhood to adulthood, except for being close to his parents when he was a child, he has never been so close to anyone else. Now that they are almost stuck together, he is really not used to it.

Lu Qiuming seemed to see that he was uncomfortable, so he carefully moved out. Seeing that the corner of his clothes was about to be exposed under the bed, He Jilin couldn't help pulling him back. Lu Qiuming didn't seem to notice, and was suddenly caught by him. Pulling back, he had no choice but to fall back, his chin resting on He Jilin's neck, and the tip of his nose was on his ear.

He Jilin frowned lightly, Lu Qiuming curled his lips, raised his head, and looked at the monk who was close at hand, and He Jilin happened to meet his gaze.

Lu Qiuming's heartbeat quickened instantly.

He has always felt that the monk's eyes are too calm and indifferent, but just now the monk's eyes have some other emotions, which are much more agile, which is very different from usual.

Because the two were very close, He Jilin also felt Lu Qiuming's heartbeat, and he looked at Lu Qiuming in surprise.

Lu Qiuming couldn't explain it at this time, so he just smiled and raised his upper body slightly. Seeing that his head was about to hit the bed, He Jilin subconsciously stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the back of his neck and pushed him down.

Lu Qiuming's head was buried in the monk's neck full of sandalwood fragrance, and he remained motionless.

Although He Jilin felt awkward, he couldn't let Lu Qiuming move around, so he could only maintain this posture temporarily.

Suddenly there was a light knocking sound outside the door, and the female cultivator stood up and opened the door, "Junior Sister, why are you here?"

Another female cultivator came in from outside the door. As soon as the junior sister came in, she closed the door and took the female cultivator's hand and sat directly on the bed. She said with concern: "Senior sister, I saw that you are not in the right mind today. Is something happened?"

The female cultivator sighed softly, and said: "Master called me over today and asked me if I would like to become a Taoist companion with a disciple of the Liujian Sect. I..."

"Senior Sister, do you know which disciple it is?"

The female cultivator replied: "Master told me that it is Ren Huaying, the chief disciple." There was some reluctance in her tone.

The junior sister asked in amazement: "I heard that he is already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, and he is very talented! He is also very handsome, don't the senior sister like it?"

"I...I don't like him." The nun said in a low voice.

"Then, did the senior sister have a heart-to-heart relationship with the master?"

The female cultivator wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said: "It's useless, even if it wasn't him, it would be someone else. Since I can't be with that person, I can only follow the teacher's decision."

The junior sister asked in amazement: "What the senior sister means is that you have someone you like? Why can't you be together?"

The female cultivator shook her head and sighed: "It will never be possible for me and him."

"Senior Sister... Who is the one he is talking about? Very good?"

The female cultivator smiled, "Well, he is very good, junior sister, it's late at night, you should go back."

The junior sister bit her lip, looked at the female cultivator hesitantly, and finally asked: "Senior sister, do you like Buddha..."

"Junior Sister!" The nun's voice suddenly became serious, "Don't talk nonsense!"

The junior sister was startled, and quickly said apologetically: "Senior sister, I'm sorry, I just accidentally saw your painting... I'm sorry, senior sister." Her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

The female cultivator regained her gentle expression, and said softly: "Junior Sister, you also know that I have always loved painting. I would like to outline any beautiful things I see. Do you understand?"

The junior sister nodded obediently, and said with a smile: "Senior sister's painting is the best among us! I also want senior sister to draw one for me."

"Okay, after this matter is over, I will paint for you again."

Only then was the junior sister satisfied, she smiled and bid farewell to leave.

After the junior sister left, the female cultivator sat quietly for a while, then took out a painting from the embroidered bag at her waist, and slowly opened it.

She watched it for a long time, with a firm expression on her face, and directly used spells to ruthlessly turn the painting into ashes. She looked at the ashes on the ground, squatted down, and murmured: "It's impossible, so why bother to be sad?"

She stretched out her slender hand and slowly gathered the ashes on the ground together, but in an instant, her hand froze.

She saw a piece of clothing under the bed.

She stood up calmly, moved to the dressing table and sat down, searched for a while, and murmured: "Why is my cloud hairpin missing? Hmph, it must be that my younger sister took it for fun and hid it." Go to the door.

"Female benefactor, please stay."

The female cultivator was stunned, and suddenly turned around to look at the two people standing in front of her, a monk with a bald head, and the master of a magic palace.

She asked in disbelief: "Why are you here?" She looked at He Jilin and asked.

He Jilin apologized and said: "To be honest, the poor monk accidentally fell into the boudoir of the benefactor because he tore apart time and space. .”

The female cultivator looked at the two of them carefully, then relaxed her tense body, and said seriously: "This is the Piaoxiu Pavilion, you should leave quickly, if the master and elders find out, you will not be able to leave."

He Jilin felt that this female cultivator was really a good girl, with a beautiful appearance, a gentle and quiet personality, and such a kind-hearted heart. It was like a flower stuck in cow dung to match Ren Huaying, but he couldn't care less about others. I had no choice but to salute deeply, and said, "Thank you, benefactor!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the female cultivator couldn't help asking: "Ji Lin...Master, are you really controlled by the devil?"

He Jilin replied: "Thank you for your concern, the benefactor, but this is the way of the poor monk's cultivation, please don't worry about the benefactor."

Only then did the female cultivator feel relieved, and smiled slightly, "I was the one who was abrupt, Master Ji Lin, go slowly."

He Jilin took a deep look at her, and then quietly left Piaoxiu Pavilion with the dark-faced Lu Qiuming.

"It's only ten days away from Rufo Sect, do you want to go back?" Lu Qiuming suddenly asked after leaving the Piaoxiu Pavilion.

He Jilin thought for a while, and said: "Evil people must eat evil fruits."

"You mean Ren Huaying?" Lu Qiuming turned to look at him, "Are you going to kill him or depose him?"

He Jilin lowered his eyes and said calmly: "A monk cannot kill." Sometimes death is not the most terrible thing.

Lu Qiuming laughed suddenly, making him even more handsome, "I find that you are becoming less and less like a monk."

He Jilin smiled lightly and said: "It's only about the mind, it's just about the mind." Buddhism emphasizes karma, if he doesn't understand the cause and effect, it will become an obstacle in his future practice, and it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the nun. .

Lu Qiuming said: "Okay, then I will accompany you."