Chapter 1842

Chapter 1842

"calm."

Li Qingchen raised his hand and placed his broad palm in front of her eyes, covering most of her face.

Shen Xinyue blinked gently, and her long eyelashes swept across Li Qingchen's palm, making them tingling.

"Calm down."

A few seconds later, Shen Xinyue pulled away Li Qingchen's hand and held it.

"But I'm still nervous. The old monk won't scold me for kidnapping you, right?"

"No." Li Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't be nervous."

"The ugly daughter-in-law is so nervous when she meets her parents-in-law!" Shen Xinyue took several deep breaths, "After morning classes, I have to go back and change clothes."

She got up and grabbed a pair of sportswear and put them on.

The hair is also a mess.

Remember https://m in one second.

"She's not an ugly daughter-in-law, she's pretty." Li Qingchen corrected her seriously.

"Hehe." Shen Xinyue immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes.

The two of them were talking and walking, but they hadn't reached the sutra hall yet.

Li Qingchen's cell phone rang.

As soon as he looked at the caller ID, the smile on Li Qingchen's face disappeared.

Neither Shen Xinyue nor Li Qingchen attended this morning class.

After answering the phone, Li Qingchen took Shen Xinyue and hurried towards the old monk's meditation room.

Outside the Zen monastery, there were already many monks.

Li Qingchen's heart beat like thunder.

When everyone saw him coming, their expressions were complicated, and no one said anything.

Shen Xinyue glanced at Li Qingchen worriedly.

He held her hand tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

soon.

Li Qingchen held her hand and entered the meditation room.

When Shen Xinyue entered, she smelled a faint smell of blood.

The old monk was leaning on several stacked pillows. There was still blood on the corner of his mouth, but his face was gray and the light in his eyes seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Master."

Li Qingchen shouted.

The old monk's eyes lit up a little.

"Needle!"

Li Qingchen looked at the great monk.

The great monk hurriedly handed over his needle.

Li Qingchen was about to unfold the bag containing the needle.

"Yuanwu."

The old monk spoke with anger.

Li Qingchen's hand trembled suddenly.

"Where is your wife?" he asked.

"Master, I'm here!" Shen Xinyue hurried forward, "Master, I am Shen Xinyue, and I am his wife!"

The old monk raised his eyelids with difficulty.

But there was pitch black in front of him.

He is no longer visible.

"Crescent Moon, a nice name." After the old monk finished speaking, he took a long breath.

Li Qingchen's tears rolled down his face.

"Master, I was in a hurry this time and forgot to bring you a gift. How about next time? Next time when I come to see you, I will buy you the most delicious fruits and the most beautiful flowers!" Shen Xinyue was gentle. He said cutely again.

The old monk smiled.

"Yuanwu is good." He calmed down for a while before continuing, "You...don't bully him."

"No!" Shen Xinyue replied immediately, tears rolling out of her eyes, "Master, don't worry, I love him very much and will be super nice to him!"

"well......"

The old monk said two good things in succession.

Then the light in his eyes slowly and completely dissipated.

"Master!"

The great monk cried out in pain and immediately rushed forward.

On a sunny morning.

The old monk left the mirror.

When Li Qingchen walked out of the monastery, he was bumped into by several monks.

He felt nothing.

The crying behind me was sometimes closer and sometimes far away.

When he crossed the threshold.

I tripped accidentally.