The genius doctor who pets the cubs is wild and sassy

Chapter 170 Chapter 170
The sound of the wind stopped at this moment, and the startled birds scattered.

In the whole world, there is only the monk, dressed in a spotless white Zen robe, walking quietly, stepping on the fallen leaves with bare feet, constantly turning a string of pure black beads in his hands, and exuding a cool aura around him, just like that in Changbai Mountain. melted snow.

Under the scorching sun, the fallen leaves scattered behind him, like golden light, sprinkled on the monk's shoulders.As picturesque, it gives people a sense of tranquility and compassion, as if the Buddha came to the world.

Ying Wuyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were probing. The future people looked up and down, and thought to himself: What a handsome monk!
The monk walked up to him, his facial features were outstanding, but not sharp, his head was slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes cast a dark shadow under his eyes, and he folded his hands and bowed to several people.

"I'm really sorry, the poor monk's Dharma protector is reckless and disturbed the distinguished guests."

The monk spoke very nicely, and he spoke very slowly, with a gentle tone unique to monks.

Ying Wuyue frowned when she heard the words, always felt that there was something wrong with what the monk said.

At this moment, Xie Er suddenly stretched out his long legs, took a step, and pushed the monk closer, folded his arms, stared at his eyes, and said angrily: "Xie Changqing, I think you are stupid for chanting Buddha! Good!" Speak up! Those poor monks are not poor monks, and honored guests are not honored guests, call me brother!"

Ying Wuyue: ...

Hearing this, the monk raised his head slowly, his eyes were like the moon falling into a deep pool, blurring the boundary between bright and dark.

His eyes were slightly bent, and he said softly: "Second brother."

"Oh! That's right! You, what kind of Buddha, god, have seen too much mess, you see, you've lost all fireworks, don't you!"

Xie Er said that the two brothers went forward and put their arms around Xie Changqing's neck.The aloof Fozi immediately made him bend his waist.

That picture, no matter how you look at it, it hurts your eyes.

There is a sense of déjà vu of an eminent monk falling into the mortal world.

"It's really flooding the Dragon King Temple. If I had known that this was your place of cleansing, I would have asked Feilongwei to take it easy. Then what—"

Xie Er felt a little embarrassed and touched his nose, "The gate of your yard, you can find someone to repair it later."

Xie Changqing looked up at him, but didn't speak.

"Oh! Well, it's my brother's fault. The brothers of Feilongwei have a heavy hand. Maybe it can't be repaired. Brother will pay you to replace it with a new one."

Hearing this, Xie Changqing's brows and eyes were indifferent, and he said without sadness or joy, "Then my younger brother will thank my second brother first. The door should be made of nanmu wood, and the hollow carvings should be inlaid with gold."

Xie Er: ...

"You! Take advantage of the fire!"

Xie Changqing immediately put his palms together and bowed to Xie Er, "The monks don't lie, it was the second brother who first said that he would help me change a new one, naturally it must be exactly the same as the previous one."

"It's the other way around, you're a monk, you're obsessed with desires!!! You're greedy!!!"

Xie Changqing ignored him, turned his eyes to Ying Wuyue.

"Who is this--"

"This one has a great background!"

Xie Erbai glanced at him, pointed at Ying Wuyue, and introduced to Xie Zhangqing: "He is your second brother I just met outside. He is from Ying's family. His name is Wuyue and he is the seventh eldest."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Ying Wuyue, "Brother, let me introduce you, this is..."

Ying Wuyue stopped his words with a wave of her hand, and looked towards Xie Changqing with lazy and careless eyes.

"The sixth prince, whose dharma name is Gaye, is the only one who was born as a Buddha in the hundred years of the Great Yan Dynasty. It is said that on the day of his birth, a vision came from the sky, and the Sanskrit sound lingered for three days."

(End of this chapter)