Buddhist Evil Wife

Beiming returned to Beifu with the Yin Jitian Controller on his back.

As soon as they entered the gate, the patrolling disciples and the servants who hadn't returned to their rooms to rest looked at them one after another, their ambiguous eyes kept turning around Beiming and Yin Jitian.

Yin Jitian buried his head on Beiming's back and never looked up.

At this moment, a heavy cough came from the front: "Ahem!"

Yin Jitian twitched his ears, only to hear Bei Ming call out: "Father!"

Yin Jitian poked out from behind Beiming, saw that Bei Yuhong wanted to laugh but pretended to be serious, and silently retracted his head, laying his pillow on Beiming's back and began to draw circles.

Seeing Yin Jitian's embarrassment, Bei Yuhong coughed again, looked at Beiming and said, "Jetian, you're just too young and ignorant! Ming'er, you're so old! Why are you so ignorant? The moment just now Shouting, but it made many disciples who were meditating almost lost their minds."

When Yin Jitian heard that Bei Yuhong blamed Bei Ming, his mind immediately became uncomfortable, and he quickly raised his head to defend his husband: "It's none of Bei Ming's business, I accidentally called it out!"

Beiming saw Yin Jitian defending himself so much, his black eyes were stained with a smile, and he pursed his lips and smiled: "Father, are those disciples okay?"

"It's nothing serious! That's it! You all go to sleep! Don't act recklessly next time!"

"Yes!"

Beiming returned to Mingshengyuan with Yin Jitian on his back.

As soon as Yin Jitian entered the room, he breathed out lightly: "Is my last shout really so powerful? It makes people who are meditating almost go crazy?"

Beiming pulled Yin Jitian and lay down on the bed: "Actually, it's not a big deal. You can see that the sober people are all in good shape and didn't suffer any injuries. It's just that the sound waves you shouted are a bit special, which can interrupt the monk's cultivation. , so it is easy to let them go mad."

Yin Jitian nodded half-understood: "I have never experienced such a situation before. It is very likely that my ability has improved after I survived the catastrophe!"

"If this kind of ability is used in the right way, it will be very lethal! From now on, pay more attention to the use of your ability on weekdays, so as not to be in a hurry when encountering the enemy!"

When Yin Jitian heard the word 'later', the smile on the corner of his mouth faded.

Bei Ming felt that the person in his arms was suddenly a little unhappy, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Jitian looked at Shang Beiming with concern, worried about what he saw, and quickly let the smile return to its original position: "I suddenly thought of one thing, I told you so many 'I like you' before But, you didn't express anything, not even the phrase 'I like you too'!"

Beiming looked at him: "Is it because of this?"

Yin Jitian glared at him angrily: "Why are you unhappy seeing me?"

Bei Ming frowned lightly: "But..."

He did have a moment just now when he felt that Shantideva was sad.

Could it be his illusion?

"If you don't want to tell me, forget it!" Yin Jitian hummed displeasedly, turned around and didn't look at him.

Immediately afterwards, a big hand reached into the lapel of his shirt.

Beiming lay beside his ear, kissed and said: "After a while, you will know how much I like you!"

I like him so deeply that I can no longer separate from him.

With three or two strokes, Beiming removed the robe from the young man.

Yin Jitian stared at him with a smile: "You pervert!"

He said so, but his hands eagerly pulled Beiming's robe.

Beiming lowered his head and branded a light kiss on the young man's forehead, like a feather fiddled, and the young man's heart trembled slightly.

Just one kiss made Yin Jitian feel that Beiming poured all the cherishment and love into this kiss.

Bei Ming kissed the boy's whole body from the forehead to the whole body.

Every kiss does not contain any lust, the kiss is very simple, pure and very gentle, as if every kiss is telling the deep love for the boy.

The young man moaned lowly under the man, staring at the man with fascinated eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the man on his body.

When the man finally kissed his toes, he could no longer suppress the desire in his body, got up and threw the man under him, lowered his head, and sucked the warm thin lips accurately.

Not a moment later, the sound of panting came out of the bed accompanied by small and gentle intermittent whispers, which made the air hot, aroused people's heartstrings, made people blush, and the whole room was full of spring!

A cool evening breeze blew in from the window, stirring the white curtains of the bed.

He could vaguely see two white bodies tightly intertwined in the wide red bed.

It wasn't until the east turned white that the panting in the room gradually stopped.

The two people on the bed were not sleepy, they stared at each other tenderly, reluctant to look away.

"Won't you sleep?" The man's voice became very sexy and hoarse after making love.

"I am not tired!"

Yin Jitian turned over and lay on Bei Ming's body, kissed the man's handsome chin, played with the man's hair and said, "I don't seem to have combed your hair before!"

Bei Ming frowned: "You will?"

Yin Jitian snorted softly: "Don't underestimate your man!"

"Oh?" Bei Ming pinched that proud little face amusedly.

Yin Jitian admitted honestly: "I won't give you a beautiful bun, but you can make a simple French one!"

With that said, he got out of bed, first threw Beiming's robe on the bed, and then put on the robe himself.

When Bei Ming put on his robe and got out of bed, he saw the young man's loose hair suddenly fly up, braiding himself into the hairstyle he used to comb the young man's hair.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yin Jitian turned around and pushed Bei Ming onto the chair on the dressing table.

Bei Ming looked at his excited appearance, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Yin Jitian held the comb, afraid of hurting Beiming, he combed it carefully every time.

From the bronze mirror, Beiming saw the young man's carelessness in his movements, afraid of hurting him, and his smile widened a bit.

Yin Jitian glanced at the person in the bronze mirror: "What are you laughing at?"

"Is this the first time you comb someone's hair?"

Yin Jitian gave him a blank look: "Do you think I have a chance to comb someone else's hair in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?"

Even in modern times, he has never been combed by others. Who would have the guts to ask him to comb his hair?

A reckless person would do such a stupid thing!

Bei Ming thought that there are no monks with hair, so he laughed out loud: "If all the monks in Wanfo Temple have hair, would you comb them?"

"Hmph! In my capacity, they are the ones who comb my hair!"

Bei Ming pursed his lips and smiled: "That's true!"

Yin Jitian stopped talking, and carefully divided the man's left temple hair into three strands, then braided them clumsily, about a foot long, and tied them with a white ribbon from the dressing cabinet, and then, again Start braiding the hair on the right temple, and finally, tie the hair on the left and right temples behind the back and fix them with white ribbons.

Seeing Yin Jitian put down the comb, Beiming raised his eyebrows: "Is this how you comb it?"

"It's said to be simple French, of course it's not too complicated."

Beiming took the bronze mirror and took a picture from left to right!

This is too simple!

Yin Jitian looked at the handsome face in the bronze mirror, and proudly said: "My man, any hair looks good!"

Beiming put down the bronze mirror amusedly: "Actually, you want to praise your combing skills, right?"

"It was discovered by you!"

Yin Jitian smiled and kissed Beiming on the face, and pulled him up to the door of the room.

Beidou, who was watching the night at the gate of the courtyard, heard the sound of the door opening, and hurried to the door with another guard: "Young Master! Young Madam!"

When Beidou saw Beiming coming out of the room, he couldn't help being stunned.

I don't know if it's because of the hair style, such Beiming makes him feel a little strange, the slightly fluffy hair makes the indifferent face a little more gentle, soft and charming, making people unable to look away.

Yin Jitian was dissatisfied and said: "I knew I wouldn't do this style for you! Look, even Beidou is dumbfounded, and that Xia Houlin will definitely be reluctant to look away."

Sure enough, when they came to the hall to have breakfast, Xia Houlin kept looking at Beiming.

Especially when Bei Ming smiled at Yin Jitian, his whole body could see God, and he didn't even notice when the chopsticks fell to the ground.

Xuanyuan Yu, who was sitting beside him, just glanced at Bei Ming casually, and then his eyes stopped on Yin Jitian.

He felt that there was something wrong with Yin Jitian who came back from Hell, and he was particularly attached to Beiming.

At the beginning, he thought that Shantide made it for Xia Houlin on purpose, but from the boy's words and deeds, he didn't seem to be doing it on purpose.

Xuanyuan Yu also found that there was reluctance in the young man's eyes, especially the sadness of parting from the young man.

He turned his eyes suspiciously to Bei Ming who was picking up vegetables for the boy.