[Quick Transmigration] Struggle History of a Winner in Life

Chapter 170 Three Meeting a Monk

Life in high school is very busy, and there are endless test papers and exercises all day long.However, this kind of daily life is not worth mentioning to a master who can finish a book of exercises in one class.

Sun Hao, he is a member of Xueba.Since childhood, he has been a child of other people's family, the male god in the eyes of girls.He is good at studying and good-looking, and he has attracted many people's attention.

Holding a handful of test papers and walking on the avenue between the groves, Sun Hao wobbled, very leisurely.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of Sun Hao, blocking his way.

"Wang Qingshan, what do you need?" Sun Hao looked at the monitor of another class, frowned, and asked in puzzlement.

As the class monitors of the third grade, Sun Hao and Wang Qingshan have dealt with each other several times, and they are fairly familiar with each other.After all, there is always some competition and cooperation between classes.

Wang Qingshan leaned in front of Sun Hao, like a puppy, smelling the scent of Sun Hao.

Sun Hao was not happy about this almost molesting practice.He frowned and took a few steps back.

"Student Wang Qingshan, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. I am very busy, and I have to hand in the test papers to the teacher."

Wang Qingshan was grinning, not defeated by Sun Hao's indifference at all.

"Hey! Sun Hao, you were with that vixen yesterday, and you smell like a vixen, which can be smelled from far away."

Sun Hao frowned, his face was stern, very displeased.

"If you just want to tell me this, then I'll go first. Also, don't be a vixen, it's disrespectful to people."

After finishing speaking, Sun Hao pursed his lips tightly, passed Wang Qingshan, and walked straight forward.

Where Wang Qingshan could not see, Sun Hao stopped and smelled his body.Sure enough, there was a faint fragrance on his body.If you don't smell it carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Sun Hao is very familiar with this faint fragrance.Just yesterday, he smelled it on Hu Kefan.

Sun Hao was very disgusted with Wang Qingshan's actions.Wang Qingshan is not someone of his, and he even cares about whoever he meets, treating him as his wife?It takes a degree to make trouble out of no reason.

Also, Wang Qingshan is so impolite, calling someone a vixen casually.This made Sun Hao feel that he really misjudged the person before.

High school life is the most boring. There is no freedom except studying all day long.It's okay for the masters, but it's miserable for the scumbags. There are endless test papers and exercises all day long.

As the squad leader, Sun Hao is on duty every Monday.On this day, after checking the bed with several teachers, he said goodbye and left.

There are two types of students in the school - boarding students and day students.

Among them, Sun Hao is one of the day students.His grades are good, his home is close, and he has never been late or left early.Therefore, the teachers at the school are very relieved of him.

Walking on the concrete road, Sun Hao walked towards the carport with his backpack on his back and his student ID card.

After finding his bicycle, Sun Hao unchained and rode on.

It was getting late, almost midnight (23 o'clock).Now that science and technology are advanced, there are street lamps standing beside the cement road of the school.Therefore, Sun Hao doesn't have to be careful that he won't be able to see at night.

On a piece of grass not far from the school gate, Sun Hao suddenly saw a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe.He sat cross-legged, holding Buddhist beads, and lowered his head slightly, as if he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Sun Hao was confused, it was so late, and there were still people staying in the school.Moreover, he is a monk.You know, the school also has access control, and it usually closes at eleven o'clock in the evening.That way, no one can get in or out.

Out of politeness, Sun Hao stopped, and drove his bicycle to the monk not far away.

"This great monk, the school is about to close, you should leave quickly! If you don't leave, you will be locked up in the school."

The monk sitting cross-legged on the grass suddenly shook his body and slowly raised his head, revealing a very ordinary face.

"Amituofo, the benefactor please leave first, the poor monk will arrive later."

Hearing this answer, Sun Hao nodded and prepared to leave on his bicycle. "Great monk, you must watch the time!"

"Amituofo, thank you benefactor for your reminder." The monk smiled, and the beads in his hand spun faster.

"Why is it foggy?" Sun Hao muttered to himself while riding on his bicycle, looking at the white mist dancing wildly under the lights not far away.I didn't notice the flustered expression of the monk on the grass.

Riding his bicycle and walking along the road, Sun Hao didn't panic at all.Even if the visibility is only about ten meters, it has no effect on Sun Hao's return home.

Sun Hao didn't know that in the eyes of the monk, he plunged headlong into the mist, and was swallowed up to the point where there was not even a bone left.

In the flustered eyes of the monk, a sword energy broke through the sky, tore open the cage shrouded in white mist, and opened a way of life, revealing Sun Hao's handsome back riding a bicycle.

"Amituofo, it turned out to be someone of the same kind. The poor monk is here again. Thank you for your help." The monk heaved a sigh of relief and watched Sun Hao leave.Then, he shifted his gaze to the faint figure in the white mist.

That figure is the creator of the white mist, and it is also the object that the monk will save.

The wronged soul has no sanity, only knows how to kill, and was chased here by the monk.At this time, he was trembling all over, and his breath was weaker by more than a domain.If you are affected by the sword energy, you will always be injured.

Here, the monk and the ghost fought a battle.On the other side, Sun Hao wandered back home.

After washing up, Sun Hao fell asleep.As in the past, he began to practice without knowing it.

The next night, Sun Hao went home by bicycle as usual.

At the school gate, Sun Hao saw the monk in the yellow robe he met last night.

Sun Hao stopped the car in front of the monk and asked curiously. "Monk, why are you still here?"

The monk smiled and performed a Buddhist ceremony politely. "Amitabha, poor monk Yuantong. I came here this time to thank the benefactor for what happened yesterday. It is grown in the poor monk's temple. It is a little care of the poor monk. Please don't dislike it."

Sun Hao looked at the fruit basket in Monk Yuantong's hand, and turned around, confused.Isn't it just a reminder!As for this!

"It's just a trivial matter, the great monk shouldn't do this." Sun Hao's eyes shifted for a while, and sure enough, there were countless people who stopped at the school gate and looked at him secretly.

Monk Yuantong looked serious, "For the benefactor, it's just a trivial matter. But for the poor monk, it's a great favor."

If it wasn't for Sun Hao's shocking sword, that innocent soul would be seriously injured.Otherwise, Monk Yuantong would have no way to save that wronged soul.

Seeing Monk Yuantong like this, Sun Hao had no choice but to accept Monk Yuantong's thank you gift - a fruit basket.

After exchanging names, Sun Hao and Monk Yuantong parted ways, carried a fruit basket, and rode home with one hand.

Sun Hao opened the fruit basket and took a look.There are few fruit types inside.Only peaches, plums, pears, apricots and lotus seeds.He didn't care much about washing a few peaches and eating them, not to mention, they taste really good.

If Sun Hao knew that the market value of this basket of fruit was 100 million, would he be surprised?Don't think that these fruits are just good in appearance and good in taste. In fact, these things are legendary spiritual fruits.