The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

He Jilin never thought that one day he would become the protagonist of rumors and become the talk of others. Sure enough, wherever there are people, there will be gossip.

What Chunwu told them was nothing more than how the former Buddhist disciples were willing to degenerate. Many people knew that He Jilin was robbed by Qin Zhen and Qin Mao and forced to take medicine, but now he is completely fine and has broken through the Arhat realm. It is indeed unbelievable, so some people secretly think, has this Buddha already blasphemed the Buddha?

So, rumors spread.

Although Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan didn't quite understand what it meant when they heard it, but it didn't sound good, so they fought with the person who said it.

"Okay, don't be angry." He Jilin comforted Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan, "Go and get some medicine from Uncle Fei."

The two obediently obeyed, He Jilin looked at Lu Qiuming, Lu Qiuming's face was still dark, and he didn't know whether he was angry with himself or others.

"Monk, I will definitely find out who started the rumor!" This is simply slander!

He Jilin was very calm, and they couldn't care about talking about other people, "No need, after talking too much, there will be oral karma."

Lu Qiuming understood, but even though the monk said so, he still wanted to find out who made the rumor.

But things often don't need him to check it out himself, because the people who beat Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan have already come to the door.

"Two little bastards! Don't hide and hide! Come out and fight with grandpa!" A middle-aged monk kicked open the gate of the courtyard, looked around, and suddenly saw He Jilin and Lu Qiuming .

He took a closer look, then glared at Lu Qiuming and said, "You cunning boy! If you have the ability to fight grandpa upright! What kind of a man is hiding and hiding!" As he spoke, he raised his big knife and yelled at Lu Qiu Cut it!

He Jilin directly called out the Buddhist stick and blocked him. The middle-aged monk couldn't make any progress, but he didn't want to give up, so his face turned red, his eyes widened, and he stared at He Jilin.

He Jilin suddenly withdrew his mana, and the man didn't check for a while, and suddenly fell to the ground, his body fell to the ground, and he ate a mouthful of dirt.

The man got up from the ground and asked angrily, "You monk, why are you so cunning? Just like this kid!"

But Lu Qiuming didn't care about the monk, he just looked at the monk's side face affectionately, he was very happy in his heart, just now the monk did not hesitate to help him block the attack, never thought that Lu Qiuming was already a fit It's over, the monk's attack is just a tickle to him.

He Jilin was about to reply, when Chun Wu ran over and shouted: "Master!"

Zhao Yuan followed him, looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "Your Majesty, Master Jilin, that's him!"

Lu Qiuming came to his senses, looked at the middle-aged monk with stern eyes, and said, "You are the talkative?"

The monk didn't answer, but looked blankly at Lu Qiuming's and Chun Wu's faces several times, and then murmured: "It turns out that I misidentified the person...you two little bastards! If you can run, don't you?" Can you have a good fight with me?"

Zhao Yuan puffed his face, but Chun Wu said contemptuously: "If you can't beat others, you come to fight with children, isn't it embarrassing?"

The face of the middle-aged monk suddenly turned red, and he scolded: "It's obvious that you two little bastards who haven't even grown up have come to beat me for no reason! If I don't get back my place, I'm really a bully!"

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but argue: "You were the one who spoke ill of Master Jilin first! We hit you when we couldn't get angry!"

The middle-aged monk dissatisfied: "Everyone is saying, why did you find me? Besides, what does it have to do with you when I say he is not good? Are you full or what?"

Lu Qiuming's face darkened when he heard his words, and he was about to step forward to give him death, but He Jilin stopped him.

"Dare to ask this benefactor, have you seen Jilin?" He Jilin asked with a faint smile.

"No, who else is Jilin?" the monk asked in surprise.

"Then why Jilin was involved in the conversation?" He Jilin walked slowly in front of him and continued to ask.

The monk thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "You're talking about that monk—" He suddenly stopped, looked He Jilin up and down, and looked away before Lu Qiuming got angry, and said, "You Could it be that monk?"

He Jilin laughed and said, "The poor monk's name is Jilin."

The middle-aged monk looked him up and down again, and said, "Although he doesn't look very serious, he's not a demon monk like they said."

He Jilin: ...Who is dishonest?

Lu Qiuming directly pulled out his long sword, and rushed towards the monk with a cold light. The middle-aged monk swung his sword to face the difficulties, but was naturally knocked out by Lu Qiuming, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Seeing that Lu Qiuming was coming with a sword, he hurriedly said: "Wait!" He got up from the ground, with blood on his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly, "I said, why are you so unreasonable? Those two people just now Come here for no reason, little brat, why are you here again?"

Lu Qiuming didn't listen to his nonsense and raised his sword.

"Hey! That monk! You can't leave him alone!" The middle-aged monk shouted at He Jilin.

He Jilin gave Lu Qiuming a wink, Lu Qiuming nodded and returned to He Jilin.

"This benefactor, where did you hear the rumors?" He Jilin asked lightly.

The middle-aged monk was a little dazed, "I just heard what everyone said, so I just said a few words casually, but before I finished speaking, I was beaten by these two little bastards."

People always like to follow others and think that most people are always right. He Jilin understands this truth.

What's more, once he, a Buddha who was revered in the past, gets caught in this kind of pornographic news, it will only attract more attention.The general psychology of people is to like to watch the excitement of the proud son of heaven after his downfall.

But he, He Jilin, is not in despair yet!

"Forget it, let's go." He Jilin said, he didn't need to argue with this kind of person.

The middle-aged monk also knew that he couldn't please him, so he left angrily.

Lu Qiuming's face was still ugly, he summoned Ninglu and said, "Find out this matter."

He Jilin smiled at him, "No problem."

Lu Qiuming looked at his smile, and the hostility in his heart dissipated instantly, he couldn't help holding his wrist, and said to Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan, "Both go back to practice." After saying that, he took He Jilin back to the room.

He Jilin said: "Don't you have your own room?"

Lu Qiuming took his jade-white and cool hand, "I'm worried about you, and I feel at ease when I see you."

He Jilin: This guy is very talkative about love now.

He withdrew his hand and said, "Did you play too leisurely as a devil?"

Lu Qiuming leaned closer to him, a smile appeared on his handsome face, "How can being with you be called leisure?"

He Jilin took a step back, turned his face away, "The poor monk doesn't need your company."

Lu Qiuming watched his handsome profile quietly, and suddenly laughed, "Monk, are you nervous?"

He Jilin looked back at him, and retorted: "The poor monk is not..." He suddenly lost his voice, because Lu Qiuming stretched out his hands to cover his face.

He opened his eyes wide and watched Lu Qiuming slowly approaching him, touching the tip of his nose, warm breath gushing between his lips and nose, and his dark and deep eyes tightly locked on him.

Lu Qiuming saw the panic in his eyes, he couldn't help but chuckled, and asked, "Monk, do you really not care about those rumors?"

He Jilin didn't understand what he meant by his question.

"To be with me, Lu Qiuming, is to degenerate and to blaspheme the Buddha. Would you dare to be with me?"

He Jilin felt his fast and powerful heartbeat, and understood his uneasiness.

In fact, Lu Qiuming not only hated himself for being attacked by rumors, he was still afraid, afraid that he would choose to leave because of this.

It's just that he, He Jilin, has no credibility in the eyes of the other party?

"In your eyes, the poor monk is a person who reneges on what he says?"

Lu Qiuming saw that his expression was indifferent and his tone was calm, but what happened to this unreasonable chill?

"I don't think so, monk," Lu Qiuming stared at him seriously, "I may indeed be a selfish person, although I am deeply angry at the rumors, but I still don't want to let you go."

He placed a light kiss on He Jilin's forehead.

He Jilin felt Lu Qiuming's warm lips touch his brow, and instantly a burst of heat hit his face, as if the burning heat in the other party's heart was also transmitted to him at this moment.

He didn't hide, and he didn't really want to hide.

Lu Qiuming seemed to feel his emotions, he couldn't help chuckling, and then kissed his eyes, He Jilin closed his eyes quickly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and even held his breath.

Lu Qiuming left his eyes and touched the tip of his nose again, He Jilin's heart beat faster, and he found that all his senses were concentrated on that point.

Lu Qiuming was also very nervous, he couldn't help pulling the monk into his arms, and slowly lowered his head.

He Jilin closed his eyes, and unconsciously grasped the clothes around Lu Qiuming's waist with both hands.

"Your honor!"

He Jilin immediately opened his eyes, pushed Lu Qiuming away forcefully, and then turned his back.

Lu Qiuming didn't pay attention and bumped into the edge of the table, but his body was so strong that he crushed the table directly.

"Huh? What's wrong in the house?" Several people in the courtyard asked in surprise.

"Monk?" Lu Qiuming looked at He Jilin's back and asked softly.

"The poor monk is going to practice." He Jilin said lightly.

Lu Qiuming took a deep breath, "Okay, you can practice with peace of mind." He opened the door and stepped out of the room, closed it again, and said harshly to the three people in the courtyard, "After returning to the magic palace, they all go to the magic prison to stay for a month. "

No matter how puzzled the three people in the courtyard were crying, He Jilin in the room was blushing and confused.

What the hell did he just do? !He was expecting a man's kiss? ! For the first time in 28 years, he had such uncontrollable emotions. At that moment, he really forgot his identity as a monk.

He silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart several times, and then he gradually calmed down.

In the courtyard, Lu Qiuming looked at the three anxious people in front of him, and said, "If there is nothing important, you all know the consequences."

Xiao Wu pushed Xiao Liu, and Xiao Liu stood in the front all of a sudden, so he had to say tremblingly: "Your Majesty, people from Tianyi Sect are fighting with us."

"What's going on?" There was no joy or anger in his tone.

Xiao Liu rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that they are the ones who spread the rumors about Buddha's son."

Lu Qiuming asked: "It seems?"

At this time, Xiao Wu stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, they also threatened that they would not join forces with the Demon Palace, and now Big Brother is fighting against them, but Your Majesty also ordered not to cause too much trouble now, and it is not good for us to fight back." ..."

Lu Qiuming stood up and said, "Lead the way."