Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

"Dao... Daochang...brother? You call me Daochang brother?"

Obviously, the sudden coquettishness of little bald Luo made the cold-faced Daoist a little bit uncontrollable, his reddened throat trembled violently, his hands became stronger, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the bald On the top of his head, when he saw the ring scar, his eyes became darker.

Luo little bald donkey secretly thought,? Does the priest not like being called brother?In the past, he was in the same double cultivation with the senior brother, and every time he was tossed by the senior brother until his face was flushed and tears flowed, he would start talking nonsense.

Most of them call senior brother, senior brother,? Dear senior brother,? Xie senior brother, or elder brother,? Uncle, daddy,? Old ancestor.

The purpose is to make the senior brother a little lighter, and make the movement quieter.

At present, the Taoist chief doesn't seem to like calling him his brother very much. Could it be that,? The Taoist chief has any unspeakable hobbies?

The Luo little bald donkey had a very strange idea. He kept twisting the cassock with both hands, and felt that the cassock was a bit wet. He put on the cold body, and hurriedly leaned into the Taoist's arms.

He pulled the Taoist robe with both hands very naturally, like dividing himself into seventeen or eight pieces, and squeezed them into his Taoist robe bit by bit.

"You...don't move around."

The Taoist priest obviously didn't expect that the little bald donkey in the monastery would be so bold and daring these days.

Still in the ruined temple, she sat in his arms, pulled his Taoist robe, and forced himself into it.Recalling all the incidents between the two of them not long ago, the Taoist priest's eyes darkened a little, and he clamped the little bald donkey's chin, forcing him to sit in his arms, and he had to lift his slender, fair neck.Cassocks were spread around the waists of the two people.

"What did you call me just now? You call me again?"

"Brother Taoist."

"You can't shout like that, I'm not your brother."

The Taoist priest said, whether it was intentional or not, he slowly supported the little bald donkey's back with his free hand.Through a layer of cassock, he unbiasedly touched the place that he had pressed hard before.

Sticking to the deep purple finger marks, he pressed the waist into his arms harder and harder, so that the two of them stuck together tightly.Still quite charming, the end of the little finger gently stroked his tailbone.

As if an electric current passed through it, the spine was numb and numb.

Hearing this, little bald Luo Luo immediately became a good guy, secretly thought, I can't tell, this bull-nosed trailhead is actually quite good at playing, his face is as cold as frost, his mouth is ruthless, but his hands are crazily trampling on the world of mortals and others Lust, Jie, kneaded his lower back like no one else was there.

Since you are not allowed to call me brother, then call me something else. There are simply too many names that can be called.

Ever since, Luo Yueming sat tighter on the Taoist's lap, pressed against his ear, and called out with a smile in the sweetest tone of his life: "Uncle Daoist, Daoist father, Daoist ancestor, do this!" Is it gone?"

The Taoist leader remained silent, these were not what he wanted——but, he might not even know what he really wanted.Just subconsciously, a voice told him.

When I see this person in front of me again, I don't need to say any nonsense, let him have the child first.

And between the two people, there is a hidden love that seems to be there, a beautiful spring that is indistinct, and even a heavy hatred that is as fleeting as a fleeting image in the mind.

At this moment, all of them come to my mind, mixed together, I can't tell the boundary between love and hate for a long time, whether he broke the monk's emptiness, or the monk broke his way.

All he knew was that he leaned over and rubbed against the monk, imprisoned him tightly in his arms, and touched the other's belt without any explanation.

But soon, the Taoist priest stopped again, without any movement at all.The eyes were closed tightly, and the thin lips were slightly pursed into a straight line.

Although little bald Luo hasn't figured out the situation yet, and he doesn't know how to finish the plot, but when he sees the serious look of senior brother Daochang, the face of the senior brother immediately appears in his mind.

The same seriousness, cold and reserved, like the snow on the top of a mountain is unattainable.

Immediately, bad water came out of his heart, and he wanted to bully senior brother Daochang——even though he had done something before, but little bald Luo didn't hesitate, galloping his horse on the road to death.

The cassock was terribly dirty not long ago, and it was cleaned in the snow after the little bald donkey burst into tears.It was still slightly wet at the moment, and it was cold to the touch.

The cassock is too big, and this body is extremely thin, after all, it is a little bald donkey, and it is not dirty, it is almost a layer of beautiful skin, wrapping a clean and handsome skeleton.

If little bald Luo Luo had a bronze mirror in front of him at this moment, allowing him to take a picture, then he would definitely pat his thigh and exclaim: "Damn it!"

The face of this little bald donkey is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, which means "wise Sakyamuni". bright red.There is also a red bean-like beauty mole lying under the corner of the eye, which is also very red at the moment, like a living thing.

All in all, even if he is a little bald donkey now, he is still a handsome little bald donkey.So handsome that the female cultivators in the comprehension world were overshadowed by it.

"Xiao Daoist, where did your previous aura go? Didn't you say that you are going to break my emptiness ring, just a little daoism?"

Luo little bald donkey doesn't have any other thoughts now, just want to get the cub quickly, otherwise he might never be able to get out.

His eyes were shy and timid, staring at Dao Zhang's tightly pursed thin lips, with his hands hooked around his neck, a biting cold wind came from nowhere, blowing off the cassocks on little Luo donkey's body one by one, and scattered them. all over the place.

After a while, he leaned on the Taoist priest's back naked, and slowly stroked the Taoist priest's face with his slender, white fingers. The Buddhist beads on his wrist seemed to be burning, and the Sanskrit characters on them moved rapidly.

Luo little bald donkey was too lazy to take care of the Buddha beads, seeing that the Taoist priest was not moving, he teased him even more boldly, his face pressed against the Taoist priest's chest, his fingers and phalanges shrunk slightly, and one finger was pressed against the Taoist priest's thin lips, delicately Rubbing his lips.

A layer of hot sweat broke out on the Taoist priest's forehead, and under the fair skin, the strong blue veins burst out exaggeratedly, spreading all the way to the depth of his collar.

The little bald Luo Luo thought gloomily, it was freezing cold, how could the Taoist priest still wear his Taoist robes well, but his own cassock was blown away by a gust of evil wind.

As soon as this idea came up, there was a puff, and the Taoist robes were turned into fly ash, and the slender figures of the two, entangled in one place, landed on the dilapidated and dusty stone wall of the ruined temple. It looks so slender and elegant, charming and moving.

The figure on the stone wall moved suddenly, Luo Xiaotulu only felt his world spinning for a while, and when he realized it again, he had already been pushed down on the dilapidated door panel.

Otherwise, how could it be said that there was no trace of love for him in Taoist Priest's eyes.

Why must it be on the dilapidated door panel? What's so good about this door panel? There is a pile of dry grass next to it. Isn't it happy to lie on the dry grass?

Even if the Taoist leader thinks the withered grass is too messy, at least put some clothes on it for him?The door panel was so hard that it hurt little bald Luo's lower back.

The wind and snow outside blew in, extinguishing the last sparks, and the whole ruined temple instantly dimmed, replaced by increasingly dull and clear movements.

Although the door panel is broken, it can be used as a bed for the time being.Luo Xiaotulu originally wanted to take the initiative and be enthusiastic, but he never thought that the Taoist leader these days has no concentration.

The hair tie he found from nowhere blindfolded his eyes.Both wrists were tightly clamped by the Taoist priest, and they were pressed against the wooden board. Because of the excessive force on the finger bones, even the veins under the flesh were exposed.

There were ear-piercing sounds, and I couldn't help but groan a few times, but soon I was overwhelmed by the wind and snow outside, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

While he was in a daze, those shattered memories came belatedly, and when he couldn't be prepared, they crashed in all at once.

It turned out that his current body was indeed a little bald donkey, and he was a disciple of a well-known Buddhist monastery in the cultivation world.When he was born, he was wrapped in a broken quilt and put in a small wooden basin. In the severe winter, he flowed down the icy water from the upper reaches of the Luohe River. He was rescued by Master Kongzhi of the Zen Academy.

He took a dharma name "Ming Shi" and practiced penance with him for more than ten years.Not long ago, Master Kong Zhi watched the sky at night, and calculated that the little bald donkey was killed by the evil star, and he would be lonely and helpless in this life, with no relatives to rely on.

Originally, he wanted to change his fate against the sky, but he never wanted to reveal the secret, so he passed away that night.The little bald donkey was originally in the Buddhist monastery, but because of his unknown origin and male body and female appearance, he was always considered to be the "reincarnation of Guanyin". Unexpectedly, Master Kongzhi passed away suddenly, catching the monks by surprise.

The abbot learned of Master Kongzhi's long-cherished wish before he died, and understood that Ming Shi was not "the reincarnation of Guanyin", but the birth of an evil spirit, and he originally wanted to secretly kill him on the spot.

Taoists and Buddhists are not allowed to kill, and they are children who have grown up under their supervision. Therefore, they let Ming Shi go down the mountain to travel and order him to do good deeds every day. Maybe one day, his merits will be so profound that they will overwhelm his sins, and he will be able to change his fate against the sky.

How could he know that this little bald donkey was a broom star, only left the monastery on the front foot, and the abbot passed away along with him on the back foot.Well now, all the monks in the monastery know that Ming Shi is an evil star, so they are not willing to take into account the friendship in the past, so they ordered him to leave the mountain quickly and never return.

In this way, the poor and helpless little bald donkey Mingshi came to the world in cassock, holding a bowl in one hand and a Zen stick in the other.

Then, as if he was specially favored by fate, no matter where Ming Shi went, there was hell on earth.

Either a war broke out suddenly, the people were displaced and the people were in dire straits, or a plague broke out, and the corpses were scattered everywhere, and the bones became mountains.

Once he came to the door for alms, and a kind old woman gave him a bowl of hot rice. As a result, the child sitting in the house was caught by a chicken bone on the spot, and died in front of the two of them when he tilted his body. When the mother saw that the child had died, she went mad in fright. Not long after, she reported from outside, saying that the child's father had drunk too much and slipped his foot into the water and died.

The whole family died suddenly and went crazy.Only then did the old lady know that she had given the monk a bowl of hot rice out of kindness, and it had killed her whole family.

Immediately, he cried bitterly, and in anger, he picked up the hoe behind the door and drove the little bald donkey out.

Unexpectedly, he tripped over the threshold, threw himself on the hoe, and died.

The author has something to say: I'm too busy today, I didn't even celebrate my birthday, and I didn't have time to eat in the evening (cover my face), so I will update three chapters tomorrow to make up for what I didn't have time to write today.Thank you for the blessings of the cuties. Although there is no cake or anything, I am very happy. Thank you, Chumi, I love you