After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

It's a bit rude to say that, but that's the only way to do it now.

Qiao Wan sighed resignedly.

There is nothing to do around, so I just pick up the magic book that I haven't read before and continue to study.

The large demonic energy has basically been controlled, and now the question is how to use the demonic energy for one's own use. This magic book is equivalent to a primary school textbook published by Moyu, and was revised by her cheap uncle Mei Kangping.

No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you can't be **** children.

Moyu is now really talking about people, Mei Kangping said so, and personally took time out of his busy schedule to pay close attention to education. Taking into account the IQ of various new demons, the words and sentences in this magic book are also very simple and easy to understand, ensuring that every demon can understand it.

Just after reading the first two lines, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Qiao Wan raised her head from the magic book: "Who?"

The male voice outside the door has its own reverberation effect, like a majestic bell, smooth and noble: "It's me."

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and her scalp suddenly became numb.

"Pre... senior?"

Miaofa frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

It stands to reason that a younger generation of Qiao Wan is not feeling well, and for this reason, it is not necessary for the Venerable of the Great Hall of Light to personally intervene. However, considering the surging demonic energy on Qiao Wanda, after listening to the injustice disciple's explanation, Miaofa frowned, got up and walked to the dilapidated log cabin and asked.

Qiao Wan's muscles tensed instantly, she squeezed the magic book in her hand, and said crampedly, "Thank you for your relationship with the seniors, the juniors are fine."

It was quiet for a while outside.

Qiao Wan looked at the door panel and felt a lot of pressure.

Although she has known Venerable Miaofa for more than 20 years, Qiao Wan still has a very clear understanding of the relationship between her and Venerable Miaofa.

The other party was an eminent Buddhist monk, or an eminent monk with a particularly lofty status, with the title of Venerable on her head, and she was considered a junior in her seniority, and she was regarded as the mountain leader of the Inequality Academy. Miaofa is willing to come over to "visit the disease", and he should open the door for his own feelings and reason, and invite the seniors to come in for a cup of tea.

But thinking is one thing, doing is another!

Joe hugged tighter at night.

After all, she is pretending to be sick. If she is found out about her pretending to be sick, the cliffs will be illuminated, and the cliffs will be illuminated!

Instantly realized what it means to be difficult to ride a tiger, Qiao Wan bit the bullet and continued to talk nonsense: "Junior is fine, senior doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Miaofa: "Is it magic?"

Qiao Wan said implicitly: "Not really."

I don't know if it's because of kindness and caring for people, but the other party doesn't know how to thank them and is slightly angry, or because of the obvious escape of the girl in the room.

Miaofa has always been accustomed to being sharp and domineering. If it is said that this room is a disciple of the Great Bright Highness, and the door is closed for no reason, he can directly smash the door and walk in.

But it was Qiao Wan in this room.

It's not the monk under the seat, just a junior of the opposite **** who is not well-acquainted although he has contacts.

Even if there is no difference between men and women in his eyes, he has to be careful about the difference between men and women.

Although in the past 20 years, I have been in contact with Qiao Wan dozens of times. But as for what this junior is thinking, the magic method is still a bit unpredictable.

The girl in his dream, although there was no superfluous change in expression on her face, still behaved properly and politely. It was the first time in the world to shut others out like today.

But no matter how stiff Miaofa's expression is, it is impossible to be angry with a younger girl, not to mention that there is still the matter of the inner magic realm.

This matter, in the final analysis, is that his Zen mind is unstable, allowing his inner demons to enter.

The difference of one thought creates all kinds of karma.

Having witnessed the girl crying with snot and tears, out of breath, I know that Qiao Wan is not much different from ordinary girls, but she is a little more resistant than others.

No way, considering the junior in front of him, Venerable Miaofa had no choice but to close his eyes, be patient, and continue to speak.

When the words reached his throat, he paused, calmly, and asked again.

"But because of the mind magic realm."

It's good that Miaofa didn't mention this matter, but Qiao Wan was shocked when she mentioned it.

Although there was a door, the Buddha could not be seen outside the door, but there was a rumbling sound in his ears, and his entire face flushed red.

Qiao Wan stammered and hurriedly replied: "Senior has been worrying too much, and it's not because of the fantasy world."

Also not this answer?

The unexpected answer made Miaofa frown: "Then why did you avoid it?"

Since it wasn't a demon or an illusion, Miaofa frowned and pondered, for a moment she couldn't figure out why Qiao Wan was avoiding her, and it didn't suit her temperament.

Noticing the sudden silence outside the door, Qiao Wan played a small drum in her heart, and asked anxiously, "Pre... Senior is angry?"

Miaofa said coldly, "It's your body that's ill, and it's not that I'm ill, why should I be angry because of you?"

Even if she dies in this room, it has nothing to do with him.

The next second, seeing that there was still no movement in the door, Miaofa's face froze, and he said sharply, "Why don't you open the door soon?"

Joe was silent for a second.

The experience of getting along with Ma Huaizhen and the senior brother told her that this senior outside the door is definitely angry!

Having said that, if you don't open the door, no matter what, you can't justify it, and it's too rude.

No way, Qiao Wan can only bite the bullet and step forward, opening the door for Miaofa.

The door creaked, and Qiao Wan subconsciously looked up, then quickly retracted her gaze.

As soon as the door opened, the girl stood obediently in front of the door, her head lowered, her forehead hair blocked the expression on her face, and her pink butterfly hairband drooped weakly.

Seeing Qiao Wan like this, Miaofa's face darkened again, and she said sharply...

Did not get up.

After all, this picture of a soul so lost that it seems like a wisp of ghost floats out of his mouth is too eye-catching.

Miaofa paused for a while, and changed his face coldly: "Looking at you like this, asking you to open the door to see a doctor is actually wronging you?"

Qiao Wan shivered, quickly restrained her expression, and shook her head: "Wan... This is not what this junior means."

Mainly it's too shameless.

Qiao Wan covered her face silently in her heart.

How could she say the truth that she didn't want to open the door.

Unknowingly, he was so daring, and secretly had some strange thoughts about the magic method, which was really too embarrassing.

However, the door was opened, and under the coercive gaze, Qiao Wan froze slightly, plucking up the courage to raise her eyes.

Anyway, let's go with the flow.

However, the Buddha stood against the light, and there seemed to be a faint circle of Buddha light behind him.

This is like the feeling of watching the bodhisattva in the temple. Seeing Qiao Wan's mouth twitching, the unease in her heart subtly dissipated a little, and she stepped forward to salute and serve tea: "Senior, please."

After Miaofa sat down, Qiao Wan walked to the lower seat and sat down.

Miaofa: "Just now, the unjust disciple said that you are not feeling well, what exactly is wrong with you?"

This is simply the refusal used to deal with Miaofa before. When Miaofa asked this out, the alarm bell in Qiao Wan's heart rang.

Just kidding? Joe thought hesitantly.

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was immediately snuffed out by Qiao Wan.

One of the "five enlightenments" in Buddhist practice is "medicine and prescription". Anyone who can be called a venerable person in the realm of self-cultivation is an existence with a high level of cultivation, eradication of troubles, no pollution and ignorance, and broad wisdom.

In terms of pretending to be sick, Qiao Wan didn't believe that she could hide the trick.

After hesitating for a second, Qiao Wan frowned and said ambiguously: "It may be that the old disease has relapsed, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

As a cultivator, there are always some old wounds, big and small. There is nothing doubtful about this.

Miaofa glanced at the girl in front of him: "Do you really think that I will have time to worry about these trivial matters with you?"

After all, it is really impossible for the Venerable Grand Hall of Light to be so narrow-minded that he cares about a junior.

That's because I didn't expect that this younger generation in front of me was full of "underachievers"! Qiao Wan complained silently.

And since there is no time to care about these trivial matters, why do you have to open the door for her!

Thinking like this, his mouth took a step ahead of his head, and he blurted out: "There is really no big problem with the junior.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Wan did not forget to quietly look at Miao Fa's line of sight.

This small movement could not hide from the eyes of the Buddha at all.

The girl quietly raised her eyelashes and asked in a low voice tentatively, and immediately laughed at the magic method.

The Buddha's face was blue and black, and it was almost the same as the anger of the inner demon.

"Since you know that I am involved in worldly affairs, why don't you explain the situation quickly? It also prevents me from spending all my time on you alone."

Qiao Wan scratched her head, rolled up her sleeves, casually revealed a little scar, and whispered, "Here."

Magic method: "Just this place?"

Qiao Wan insisted: "This is the place."

Qiao Wan tentatively stretched out her hand, trying to smooth it out: "Senior, it was indeed my rudeness just now. I failed to understand the senior, which made the senior worried."

Miaofa glanced at her coldly, without saying a word, and started to heal, but the cold and stern temperament around her body was obviously loosened.

When his eyes fell on Qiao Wan's arm, he was slightly startled, and then looked away again.

This arm is not so white and delicate.

The muscles of the forearm bulge slightly, the lines are smooth, and the sword and sword wounds on the arm are scalded, layer upon layer.

Old wounds heal at a much slower rate than new ones are born.

In fact, it's not that Qiao Wan hasn't struggled before. She has bought a lot of beauty and skin care elixir launched by Duobao Pavilion before. Pei Chunzheng, senior brother and Ma Huaizhen also gave her wound cream.

It's human nature to love beauty, especially for a girl, it is undoubtedly the most ideal state for a girl to have a clean arm, delicate skin, and nothing.

However, the magic tools in the cultivation world keep pace with the times. Her old injuries are too stubborn, and even the famous Condensing Pill from Duobao Pavilion can't do anything about it. After all, she can't focus on beauty and skin care. , Qiao Wan pulled down her sleeves decisively, out of sight and out of mind.

And now the injury of this arm is exposed in front of Miaofa, which makes Qiao Wan unconsciously blushed slightly, a little embarrassed.

Really tough.

Miaofa looked away and lowered his eyes: Maybe it really can be a good sword.

This thought flashed by, and then he settled down and worked hard to help Qiao Wan heal.

The warm Buddha light penetrated into the skin, patiently looking for the crux, Qiao Wan's eyes were a little complicated.

Before she knew that the senior who was trapped in Cthulhu in her dream was the famous Venerable Miaofa, she had actually heard a lot of rumors about the Venerable Miaofa.

Most of the stories here revolve around stories with a little color, such as the stories of Huang Bao's small freshness, such as Venerable Miaofa rectifying the law on the spot. When she was going down the mountain to run a mission, when she was idle and bored, Qiao Wan sat down and listened to it for a while, and by the way, she threw a few low-grade spirit stones as a reward.

Of course, in addition to the bridges that the people like to hear and see, there are also rumors that Venerable Miaofa opens an altar for ordinary people to preach scriptures and preaching.

In Qiao Wan's impression, this Venerable Miaofa was an eminent monk in Buddhism because of his beautiful appearance and his own abstinence temperament, but he was actually mighty and compassionate.

Although he looks beautiful, he is different from those demon monks, Venerable Miaofa is all about the right path of the Buddhadharma.

All sentient beings are suffering. Although they have achieved liberation, they are still willing to travel to the world and experience the hardships of the world. They use their bodies as a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

It is precisely because of this that the subtle throbbing of the heart, before this great love, becomes more green and narrow, making it difficult to speak.

No matter how she looked at it, her delicate young girl's thoughts were always the word "death", and Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

It may be because of a subtle change in mentality. After the magic fingertips touched the exposed skin, Qiao Wan shivered, and the temperature on his face swayed up and climbed up again.

One is because of embarrassment, and the other is because of shame.

The other party is a Buddhist monk, and she takes good care of herself, but what kind of love brain is she.

This subtle change was immediately caught by the Buddha in front of him.

Miaofa glanced at her: "What are you afraid of?"

Qiao Wan was slightly embarrassed: "It's okay, it's nothing, but I'm not used to it."

The girl lowered her head, revealing a fair neck, with a pink hairband draped between her jet-black hair, looking calm and polite, but her face looked a little red.

Miaofa closed her eyes and moved her fingers, suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable, her face darkened.

From blocking the door just now, to now...

This evil is inexplicable.

In this room, taking back his thoughts, he touched the bodhi in his sleeve, Qiao Wan let out a breath of imperceptible sigh, and thought for a while.

Now is not the time to think so much.

What's more, her delicate girl's mind has not yet grown, let alone love.

Cen Qingyou was still waiting for her.

Now, the most important thing is to become stronger, and then go to Shandao Academy.

fuck him!