"Trouble girl."

Xuankong nodded. He originally thought Ningning took him to a nearby clinic, but as soon as he finished speaking, Ningning held his arm and used his skill to send him to the horse next to him. She herself took the reins and walked forward in a faint voice: "Let's go, you are not injured, don't move rashly."

Xuan Kong was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that her medical skills were good. He was afraid that his physical condition would appear the moment he held his pulse. After being surprised, he subconsciously looked at her with a stern face and his lips. He could feel that she was unhappy. After seeing him being injured, Xuan Kong suddenly felt weak in his heart, his eyes drifted for a moment, and his desire to survive was extremely strong and his desire to survive remained silent.

Because of this inexplicable guilt, he silently let her take him to find an inn, book a room above, and called a waiter to buy some healing supplies.

After relocating Xuankong, Ningning gave him a complete examination with a cold face. For the first time, Xuankong was naked in front of a girl's house. He took off all his body except for a pair of thin pants. He just lay on the quilt and listened to Ningning tinkering with medicine on the table. He felt a little embarrassed, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Ning Ning pressed his shoulder and lifted the thin quilt on Xuankong's body with a calm expression. All his eyes were filled with terrible scars—

Behind Xuankong's back was a patch of blue and purple sticks, and there were more than a dozen wounds with skin and flesh. Without the barrier of clothing, the smell of blood suddenly became stronger. Ning Ning frowned deeper. While she was secretly complaining that the old monk was very cruel in her actions, she carefully checked the wound and changed the medicine. The light green ointment melted on the wound. Xuankong's originally painful and almost numb wounds brushed over the coolness, and his tight body gradually relaxed.

His skin was so white that it could reflect in the sun. At first, Ningning was still focusing on the medicine on the ground. Gradually, her eyes couldn't help but linger on the smooth and tight skin of his shoulders. He couldn't help but stretch his claws and touched them twice. He said enviously and jealously: "Monkey, how do you maintain your skin? It's a color whiter than a woman, a woman!" Her Netherworld Art already has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. If the monk did not practice extraordinary skills, he could only be gifted.

Xuankong's body trembled slightly, and he buried his face in the pillow without saying a word, his ears were so red that blood could drip.

He took several deep breaths in succession before turning his head to look at her, his voice slightly hoarse: "Why don't you go to the clinic?"

"What clinic is going to? Do you think there are too few people who know you?" Ning Ning gave him a blank look when he heard this, "Besides, can the doctors in the town have my medical skills? Monk, do you underestimate me too much!"

Hearing the unconcealed pride in her tone, Xuankong couldn't help but laugh, but when he heard the monk, he couldn't help but feel silent and said softly: "Miss Ning... I'm no longer a monk."

Ning Ning glanced at him, neatly tied a delicate and beautiful bow with a bandage, and asked casually: "Is that right...what do I call you? Xuankong? Kongkong? Or your secular name? Well, I remember it seems to be... Qian? By the way, what is your surname?"

Xuan Kong sighed and said, "Shen Qian."

Ning Ning squatted in front of him, smiled and patted his bald head: "It's a good name, it's suitable for you."

I have to say that although Su Xueying is a scumbag father, her naming skills are still good. It’s better that he is a Buddhist son of Fanyin Temple, and after returning to secular life, he was Shen Qian. His parents were Yuan, a farmer from a small fishing village, and Shen Yingxue, a hunter. As for the Yaosha Buddha next to him and the aunt Xiu in the royal palace, it has nothing to do with Shen Qian at all.

As long as Xuankong can figure it out, nothing he will do to his scumbag’s parents will not affect him.

But... she always felt that she had forgotten to tell Xuan Kong something, what was it? Well, um, ah... she couldn't remember it for a moment.

Forget it, things you can't remember are probably not important.

The original male protagonist Yun Tianchen who was forgotten to the horizon: It’s very important! Remember me quickly! My brother and a younger brother are breathing!

Ningning scratched her chin and decided to say something happy to divert Xuankong's attention. She helped Xuankong sit on the soft collapse, pushed open the window beside the couch, and pointed at the stable downstairs.

Xuankong looked at it carefully, and the next second he opened his eyes wide in surprise. He saw Yuan Xiuer, who was dressed in plain clothes downstairs, was stroking a brown-yellow horse with "Monkey Xuankong". "Xuankong" seemed to have said something, which made Yuan Xiuer pursed her lips and laughed. Her loving eyes made the real Xuankong upstairs get goosebumps.

Behind him, Ningning's gloating voice came the sound of gloating.

"You should be strange about Yuan Xiu'er why didn't you come to you today? Actually, it's very simple. I asked the secret guards around me to disguise themselves as you, and he followed me from Lingyue Sect to Fanyin Temple. He has been observing you for a long time, and his words and deeds can be similar in every aspect. In addition, Yuan Xiu'er doesn't know you, so it's easy to hide from a woman who doesn't understand martial arts."

Hearing this, Xuankong frowned: "This is my private matter after all, how can I help the girl?"

"I'm happy, do you have any control? Besides, who said I was just to help you? Don't you know that Yaksha Buddha is also my goal?"

Xuan Kong was stunned: "What does it mean?"

"I know that person is your father." Ning Ning took a sip of tea and said calmly: "But when he was young, he not only ruined your mother, but also ruined my master. As a filial disciple, how could I not catch the culprit and give it to my master? By the way, you won't stop me."

Of course, this is an excuse, it is just for An Xuankong's heart.

However, Ningning thought about it again and said that it would be good to capture the Yaokha Buddha and exhale the master. It would be a good idea to fall into the master's hands and ensure that the scumbag called Tiantian and the earth would not work. I believe that the beautiful master who loves his disciple will definitely take care of him and will not let someone sneak out to cause trouble for the younger disciple.

Kill two birds with one stone, ~

Xuan Kong frowned, but thinking about the stab he was stabbed in his previous life, he thought about it and agreed: "It's up to you, that person's affairs have nothing to do with me, but in the days ahead, I will ask Miss Ning to take care of her more."

"It's okay."

Seeing that he finally let go of his promise, Ningning was also happy and took the medicine bag on the table to the kitchen to cook medicine soup. It was not until the next day that Yuan Xiuer and the others left that Ningning helped Xuan Kong change the bandages for him again. After disguising himself, she put on a gauze hat and chased him along the marks left by the secret guards.

Every day after that, Ningning came to apply medicine to Xuankong himself. In just three or four days, Xuankong's injury had almost healed. On this day, he was looking at Ningning's book in the inn, and a soft package hit him. Xuankong flipped his hand and looked at the package.

"What's this?"

"Fake it, your bald head is too conspicuous, you can't wear a gauze hat all the time." Ning Ning smiled, "I just got the news that Yuan Xiu'er threw away my secret guard early in the morning. He is going to do something shameful. You should change to fake it quickly and let's follow along!"

"Will you still be fake?"

"That's right, I can do everything, hurry up! Don't be too slow!"

What Ningning didn't tell him was that she shaved the head from the head of a thief who hit her hand. She was thinking about whether to pull the hair on the ponytail.

As she said that, she put fakes on Xuankong and painted his face. After disguising, Xuankong was wearing a moon-white long gown, looking like a gentle young man as jade as jade. No one could tell his true face.

"Thank you, Miss Ning." Xuan Kong looked at the bronze mirror calmly, feeling her focus on the back of his neck with a fake, and his warm breath gently brushed across his skin. He couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know why, but an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and he felt that this girl should accompany him and guard him so warmly.

He just sat quietly, remembering the words he heard when he went to find his master the night before he received the commandment.

"More than ten years ago, you were a child. You were so cute and intelligent. You liked you very much as soon as you saw him, and you did not disappoint your expectations. Unfortunately, things in the world make people, and your teacher can no longer accompany you in the future. Child, you must know that Master is already eighty years old and there is not much life left. Master does not ask you to become a monk who has been passed down through the ages. I just hope that you will be a good person and live safely and happily until you are old."

"People cannot choose their birth, but they can choose the direction they will go in the future. There are always two sides to the world. One thought becomes a demon and one year becomes a Buddha. Xuankong, do you understand?"

"Xuankong, this is the last time I call you a Dharma name for you, but as long as you want, Fanyin Temple will always be your home."

"Since you are no longer a Buddhist son, then treat yourself as an ordinary man and do what you want to do. I hope that the next time you return to Fanyin Temple, you can stand in front of your master and say happily, Master, I'm back."

Since his rebirth, heavier burdens have been accumulated in his heart, almost making him unable to breathe. Later, he returned to Fanyin Temple and had already made up his mind to return to secular life, but when things were about to come, he couldn't help but become timid.

Thinking of the fellow disciples of Fanyin Temple and the master’s earnest teachings over the past ten years, the more I think about it, the more I feel that he is sorry for Fanyin Temple and even more ashamed of his master.

Even in a Buddhist temple where he grew up, Xuankong could not calm down.

He was extremely sinful and even if nothing was born in this life, his heart was no longer pure.

The moment Yuan Xiuer came to him, everything in her previous life came to her heart.

Even if outsiders think he is still a Buddhist son of Fanyin Temple, he may not care about rumors or the harm his biological parents have caused him, but he cannot care about Fanyin Temple... I'm afraid the master is very disappointed with him.

However, this idea was broken after he had a night talk with his master.

At this moment, he felt that Xuankong was so lucky that he could become a monk in Fanyin Temple, be able to worship Abbot Keats as his teacher, and... there was a little demon around him who could never leave him.

"Okay." The girl patted his shoulder with her hand, "Let's go out."

Xuankong curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "Yes."

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