Shui Ling couldn't help but hug Yaya tightly in her arms. She always felt that the atmosphere was strange, like an eagle catching a chicken.

She was a little angry and said angrily: "You are still a monk, why don't you know how to be compassionate?"

After a pause, she said again: "What exactly do you want?"

The monk still looked at them coldly, which made Shui Ling feel that he couldn't move at all. In other words, as long as he didn't go over and die, he would be fine.

Yaya in her arms said: "Sister, does the big baby look good?"

The corner of Shui Ling's mouth twitched and asked: "You said this monk is a big treasure?"

Yaya shook her head, "Isn't the lotus big enough?"

"Uh..." Shui Ling laughed dryly, thinking wrongly.

The lotus is very big and beautiful, but the monk inside is as fierce as the guardian beast, so I can't just grab it.

Shui Ling shook his head and said with a smile: "It's very big. It's a big treasure, but it has an owner, so we don't want it. Just take a look."

"Let's go out now and don't disturb others."

Yaya nodded and held on to Shuiling's clothes tightly.

Shui Ling walked out, but the monk flew in front of them like an eagle and blocked the way.

"Don't even think about leaving once you're here." His voice was as cold as ice.

Shui Ling asked: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Because of that story, I felt sorry for the monk's consort, so I didn't want to do anything to him, but this didn't mean that I was a sick cat.

She put down Yaya and said, "Stay away, there's going to be a fight."

"Sister..." Yaya looked at Shui Ling with a worried face.

Shui Ling smiled and said: "It's okay, sister is very powerful."

"Okay." Yaya stepped away and went to the lotus leaves.

Shui Ling drew out his sword and confronted the monk.

The monk actually smiled slightly and said, "You have the light of merit, so it is impossible to kill me."

After saying that, he took action without any warning, as if he wanted to capture Shui Ling directly.

However, Shui Ling's long sword swung towards the opponent's hand. The monk did not expect that Shui Ling would actually attack. He quickly stopped his hand, but the sword still cut his sleeve.

The monk frowned and said, "How can you hurt people at will without fear of loss of merit?"

Shui Ling sneered: "If you didn't have bad intentions, I wouldn't do anything to you, but if you want to catch me, I can't handle it easily."

When she saw that the other party was silent, she put the long sword into a beautiful sword flower and put it away, "If you don't use this face, I will think more about it."

The monk looked at her puzzled and asked, "Why?"

Shui Ling tilted her head and looked very playful. She replied calmly: "Because this face is my man's face."

The monk was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed further, "The face that can be seen by you means that it is very important to you. Why can you still be so harsh?"

Aren’t normal people unable to act when they see a familiar face? Why is this woman different?

Shui Ling smiled lightly, "Because I'm not a normal person."

Speaking of which, she is really not a normal person. Can normal people travel through time? No. Will normal people have a koi dimension? No! So she is not a normal person, at least not in terms of thinking.

Shui Ling wrinkled her nose impatiently, "Who are you? Why are you here? And Yaya, who is she?"

The monk said nothing and seemed still immersed in his confusion.

Shui Ling then asked: "It is rumored that the master monk was forced to return to secular life by the princess and became the consort. Are you the master monk? If you hate the princess, should you seek revenge from the princess?"

The monk's eyes finally focused on Shui Ling's face, and he snorted coldly, "Who can force me?"

This is puzzling. Are all the rumors wrong?

The monk waved his hand, and his white sleeves gave people the illusion of seeing a full moon.

"The princess was just saving me. I only hate myself for becoming the consort just to survive. I promised her that I would protect her for the rest of my life in return, but I couldn't do it."

These words turned Shui Ling's brain into a ball of mush. Isn't it a story about a wicked woman forcing a kind monk to return to secular life? Why did it suddenly become a story about a beautiful woman saving the monk?

Shui Ling raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, hesitated and said, "Uh... um... wait a minute, I'm a little confused."

She paused and asked: "Answer me first, what is your name?"

The monk was stunned, confusion appeared in his eyes, and he looked very gentle.

Shui Ling was speechless. She felt awkward when they first met. This guy had exactly the same face as Gong Qianyu, except that he had no hair on his head.

Of course, he was definitely not like this. There were other reasons that affected him, causing him to look like Gong Qianyu when he saw his face.

Shui Ling looked back at Yaya, "Do you still remember your name?"

Yaya was also confused, they could actually forget their own names.

Many little souls will not forget their own names unless they have a strong desire not to remember them before they die.

The monk didn't know what he was thinking of. He yelled, "No...I'm not...I'm not..."

Shui Ling became more curious about his story. What did this remind him of? What was he not?

Yaya over there suddenly rolled her eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.

Shui Ling was speechless. Why don't you just ask for your name? As for one going crazy and the other dizzy?

She came to Yaya and tried to hug her, but unfortunately she couldn't hug her this time.

She wondered in her mind: "Grandpa Si Shanguan, what is going on? Is she a human or a ghost?"

Si Shanguan replied: "Well... to be precise, it's a ghost."

Shui Ling sighed, "Then why can't I meet her? And I didn't realize she was a little soul when we first met."

Could it be said that he is not good at what he is capable of?

Si Shanguan chuckled and said, "Girl, don't think that you will be invincible after just a few years of study. There are many things in this world that you still don't understand."

Of course, Shui Ling knew that the skills she had learned were only superficial, and she would not think that she was invincible. She asked, "What should I do with this child?"

Si Shanguan was silent for a moment and said, "Let's try to achieve salvation."

Shui Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, took out her piano, played Buddhist songs and chanted the rebirth mantra.

Yaya, who was lying on the ground, frowned. After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, raised her upper body straight up, and looked at Shui Ling with a faint look in her eyes.

At this moment, no one thought she was a child, because her eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

Shui Ling was pricked by her eyes. What kind of experience caused a child who should have been carefree to become like this?

She can't do anything now except chant the rebirth mantra over and over again.

Perhaps it was because the Buddhist music resonated with him that the monk who had been stunned until now also joined the singing team.
Chapter completed!