The night gradually became deeper.

Wow, there was a sudden gust of wind outside, and the wooden window blew up.

Hearing this sound, Lu Yusheng's face changed suddenly, his eyes were filled with horror, he hugged the scriptures tightly, and his body was trembling.

"Come on, come on!"

"Oh?!" Wusheng put away the scriptures and looked at the door.

He smelled a scent, faint, and seemed to smell nice, and then a gust of wind blew open, the door scent became even bigger.

"Master, a guest is here." Wusheng shouted.

He responded to him with a snoring sound, and Monk Kongxu had already entered his dream.

Alas, a sigh.

"Love man, I'm here." The voice was so soft that it made people feel trembling.

A woman floated into the room, wearing a red gauze dress, bright as fire, fragrant shoulders, and beautiful like flowers, with beautiful eyes, charming red lips, barefoot, revealing her calves, white, tender and smooth, and such an attractive fairy!

"Yusheng, huh, there are still customers here."

She entered the room, smiled charmingly, and glanced at Wusheng and the fat monk who was lying on the couch.

"Little monk, so handsome!" She said to Wusheng with a smile.

"Female donor, so beautiful!" Wusheng said with a smile.

"The little monk is really good at talking."

A gust of fragrant wind, she came to Wusheng's body, and the red gauze drifted away, revealing the pink bellyband inside, crispy, and half exposed her chest.

"What do you call a little monk?" The woman exhaled like orchids, and a refreshing fragrance came to her nose, making her feel dazed when she smelled it.

Wusheng recites the Heart Sutra silently to calm down the restlessness in his heart.

"The little monk Wusheng."

"Wusheng, this magic name is not very auspicious!" The woman smiled after hearing this, then reached out to touch Wusheng's face, and he avoided it.

"Is the little monk lonely in the temple?"

"Fortunately, I have food and drink, and I am not lonely." Wusheng said.

"I'm not lonely, nor am I happy? Come on, I'll let you be happy." The woman hugged Wusheng with her hands.

Lu Yusheng on the bed there was so scared that he was trembling. Not to mention talking, he didn't dare to speak.

"Come?"

With a shout, it was as soft as bone marrow, and Wusheng hurriedly avoided it.

"This female donor, we just met. I don't even know your name. I just hugged you like this. Isn't it good?" Wusheng said.

"My name is Xiaomei, the little monk is still shy. Am I not beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful is smoked!" Wusheng said.

"Gee, the little monk's mouth is so sweet."

The woman named Xiaomei smiled, and her figure disappeared from Wusheng's eyes in a flash, and came behind him, put her hands around his neck, and her soft body was pressed against his back.

"Little Monk." The fragrance gently blew his ears, making people feel extremely moved.

"I'm a little cold, hug me."

"It's naturally cold to wear so little. Come on, put on your clothes."

Wusheng turned around and found that the gauze dress on the woman's upper body had fallen to the ground, leaving only her sexy red bellyband, and her white skin that was a little dazzling.

"oops!"

Wusheng hurriedly took two steps back, felt a little rushing in his forehead, and quickly recited the Heart Sutra silently.

This demon is too charming and seductive, and it is simply a waste of life. Even though he knows it is a demon, he still can't help but feel moved. He relies on Buddhist scriptures to stabilize his mind. This is the power of these demons. If it were an ordinary person, he would have long since thrown away his armor and got into the mandarin duck tent and got trapped in.

"Amitabha, please respect yourself. It is cold at night, be careful of the wind and cold." Wusheng put his palms together and said ten times.

"Little monk, you are moved. The good night is short, and the spring night is worth a thousand gold at a moment!"

"This is not a daughter, this is a fatal death!" Wusheng said.

Grizzly, the woman smiled, the flowers swayed.

The woman suddenly came to Wusheng's body, hugged him with her hands, pressed her tightly against him, and looked at him with her captivated eyes. Haha, a fragrance came to her nose, and kissed her like a fiery red lips.

Looking at those eyes, Wusheng felt a little dazed, confused, and seemed to be unable to hold on. He raised his hands. Suddenly, he felt a heat on his chest, and the spiritual platform was instantly clear.

Ah, the woman in front of her exclaimed and covered her chest and took several steps back, as if she was burned by something.

Seeing this, Wusheng looked down at his chest, and the string of Bodhi hanging beads that had just been here was quietly hanging there.

It is indeed a treasure, with a deep Buddha nature, and when you see evil spirits, you will naturally show your power.

"Amitabha, this donor is not a human being, right?" Wusheng said.

"How did you see it?" Xiaomei smiled.

"At this time, dressing like this and being so charming, as long as you are not a fool, you can see it. It's just that your magic tricks are some tricks that make people unconsciously addicted to it, lose their minds, and it's too late to wake up, just like him." Wusheng pointed to Lu Yusheng on the bed.

"The little monk has some knowledge of Taoism." The woman waved her hand and the red gauze that had landed on the ground flew back to her body.

"Since you know, don't meddle in other people's business and lose your life in vain." The woman said with a smile.

"When I come, I naturally have to take care of it." Wusheng Dao.

While speaking, the meager magic power in his body had already been circulated.

"Little monk, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is rich. Since it is delivered to you, I'll let you see it."

The woman waved her hand, and a gust of wind roared all over the room, making people unable to stand firmly.

Wusheng stood there, still motionless, as if his feet were rooted.

"Oh, what a strong wind!" A voice came from behind, and Monk Kongxu woke up from his sleep.

"Hey, this donor is so beautiful and wears so little!"

Giggle, the laughter like a silver bell, the wind stopped.

"Master, you should sleep for a while." Wusheng Dao.

"It's too cold, I'll cover it with the quilt." Kongxu said tremblingly.

"You are monks from Lanruo Temple?!" the woman asked looking at Kongxu.

"That's right, what's the name of the female donor?" Kongxu clasped his palms and said ten times.

"Since that's the case, I'll spare your lives and leave quickly!" the woman said impatiently.

"We are here, so we have to take care of this matter. Look at what you have done to the donor Lu. God has the virtue of living, so the donor should let him go?" Kongxu said.

"Let him go, okay, let this little monk accompany me." Xiaomei pointed at Wusheng and said.

"Wusheng, what do you think?" Kongxu turned his head and asked.

"Barring, I don't like this type! Why do you have to hold him to him?" Wusheng asked.

"He is my lover, we are in love and love each other."

"Nonsense!" Wu Sheng waved his hand after hearing this.

Grizzly, the woman smiled.

"You guys stay there first."

She stretched out her hand and Wusheng felt an invisible force that instantly imprisoned herself and could not move. After circulating her magic power, the force immediately dissipated.

Huh? The woman was very surprised to see this.

With a casual wave, the red gauze suddenly flew out, wrapped around Wusheng like a snake, and wrapped it tightly from head to toe, like a mummy. Then, she walked towards Lu Yusheng.
Chapter completed!