Frankly speaking, Xin Zhuo's call didn't make sense, just like what Hui Rulan said didn't make sense either.
But the strength lies in preconceptions, substituting concepts, and adding in arguments and arguments. He even used Lu Xiucai's lines about Jing Wuming's death.
In the previous life, my keyboard skills were only average. If the other party said "Read more" or "I'm so bad at choosing words and sentences, I probably didn't graduate from junior high school", I would be so angry that my teeth would itch, and then my mouth would spit out sweet fragrance. The three-character classics spray each other.
However, where has Hui Rulan ever seen such a battle? The people she usually met were either gentle, well-informed and polite men of letters, or women and children who worshiped Buddha and worshiped gods but were illiterate. Who had ever said such profound words to her?
Even the old nun in the nunnery who has profound Buddhist teachings only talks about Buddhism with allusions or Sanskrit sutras to persuade people to do good.
Although she felt that the other party might be telling lies, she had no way to refute it.
Therefore, she froze in place, not knowing how to answer.
"It's hard to distinguish between good and evil in this world. What the little donor said makes sense!"
The enlightened nun Huixin behind her had a bulging chest rising and falling. She really felt that what Xin Zhuo said made sense.
No one responded.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves remain the same.
Han Qiniang and Huang Dagui, who were hiding in a hut in the village, clenched their fists.
The boss is so knowledgeable and speaks so well.
Usually, the nuns from Shuiyue An were defeated, but today they finally moved back into the first round.
"Studying is still useful, no! It's still the master who's great!"
Han Jiulang vowed to do so, full of admiration and admiration for his family's leader. Don't say what he just said. Even if he memorizes it by rote, he may not be able to do it in a month.
At this time, Xin Zhuo looked at the silent Hui Rulan, cupped his fists and saluted: "Even so, I still want to thank the little master, the ordinary but great little master, who made my soul seem to have been washed by the Buddha. Even if the universe is destroyed, I will still I will never forget the reminder you gave me today. If it weren’t for you, I would have been kept in the dark my whole life!”
If you win, make peace to prevent the other party from becoming angry, and unite with the Shuiyuean warrior nuns to attack in a group.
This is so damn insecure!
Hui Rulan opened her mouth, feeling confused. What did the other party mean by being so arrogant and respectful?
Fortunately, Xin Zhuo immediately clarified her doubts: "Since there is no difference between you and me, I thank you now, what do you want to say to me?"
This...can we still reciprocate as courtesy?
"Ah, of course we also want to thank the little benefactor for clarifying our doubts. Without the little benefactor, we would always be kept in the dark. We have also been washed by the sacred light of Buddha. Even if...the universe is destroyed, we will not forget it. It’s your wake-up call today.”
Hui Rulan still didn't reply, but behind her, nun Huixin's eyes were filled with the light of wisdom, and she responded politely.
"That's very good. Go back and don't come here next time!"
Xin Zhuo turned around and returned to the village, his linen clothes swaying in the wind, and he actually looked a little different.
Han Qiniang and others hurriedly went out to greet them, looking excited: "Well done, Mr. Boss! We won!"
"It's a joke, let's see if you're gone?"
Xin Zhuo did not turn around and winked at the thieves.
Han Qiniang and others looked outside the village with stunned expressions.
Xin Zhuo had a bad premonition, so he turned around and saw that nun Huixin had gone back, while Hui Rulan walked straight into the village.
"What else does the young master want to do?" Han Qiniang came towards her, her face full of hostility.
Hui Rulan smiled lightly. She was obviously a monk, but she was full of charm. She looked over at Han Qiniang and looked at Xin Zhuo: "What the little donor said makes sense. The poor nun seems to have a better understanding of Buddhism. Therefore, the poor nun will not leave tonight." Yes, I would like to have a long talk with the little benefactor."
Xin Zhuo: "..."
Han Qiniang and the others looked at each other with question marks on their foreheads. Huang Dagui laughed loudly: "Little nun, don't you look where you are? You are not afraid that we will eat you."
"It is also a great achievement to give this skin to you to fill your bellies!"
It was still the same words, but very lethal. Hui Rulan walked straight to a room, which happened to be Xin Zhuo's room.
The door opens and closes.
No one knows what Hui Rulan was doing there, or was she just meditating? Are you planning to have a long chat in the evening?
"What about the boss?"
Han Qiniang looked at Xin Zhuo. Bandits were used to this, and there was really nothing they could do when they encountered such a nun who refused to accept anything.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to encounter a hob meat!
So, is the other party really attracted by his nonsense, or is he dissatisfied and ready to argue again?
"This nun is not serious!" Cui Ying'er said coldly: "Is the word "knee-jerk" used by monks? Do you want to "knee-jerk" with a man at night?"
After Cui Ying'er woke her up, Han Qiniang and others all looked at their boss. Could it be that... the last guess was true?
Xin Zhuo felt that apart from leaving the nun to sleep at home and being weird, it didn't matter, just let her do as she pleased.
Nothing happened during the day, because they had to guard against sudden attacks from the Tiger Village and the government, so the six of them took turns patrolling the foot of the mountain.
Xin Zhuo ran down the mountain with Xiao Huang and stayed there all afternoon.
Occasionally, shadows of people can be seen moving at the foot of the mountain, but it is unclear whether they are police officers or passers-by.
…
As night fell, everyone ate something and stood side by side at the door of Xin Zhuo's room, looking inside.
The house was pitch dark. It had been a whole day, and Hui Rulan hadn't made a sound. Who knew what she was doing inside.
This kind of dry look is boring.
After a while, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi went back to their rooms to sleep with gloating expressions on their faces. Cui Ying'er took Han Jiulang down the mountain for inspection, and they had to change shifts in the middle of the night.
Han Qiniang, on the other hand, had nothing to do. She stayed with the boss, her eyes bright and clear: "That... the boss."
"explain!"
"If she sees that you have martial arts skills and wants Lingjin, will you give her saliva to eat at night?"
"this……"
This question was a bit beyond Xin Zhuo's understanding. Looking at Qiniang's eyes, he didn't know whether he was expecting affirmation or denial, and said earnestly: "First of all, she will definitely not ask me for saliva. Secondly, she is a monk, and I won't." Accept it, I am a clean person!"
"Then what should I do if I have sex tonight?" Han Qiniang blinked.
"If she insists on doing this, the most she can do is just keep each other warm, and don't have any romantic feelings."
"Humph!" Han Qiniang rolled her eyes and turned back to the house.
The yard was quiet.
Xin Zhuo stood for a long time. In fact, he could just make do with Han Jiulang's room first, just to recognize the bed, but secondly, he had other thoughts.
This nun calls herself the nun of Shuiyuean Wutang. If she can develop into a spirit sacrificer, will she have a good harvest?
After thinking again and again, he went to the kitchen and took out two cooked potatoes, returned to the door, and gently opened the door.
No one answered.
Asleep?
After opening the door and adjusting to the darkness for a while, he vaguely saw a figure sitting next to his desk, his body motionless and he didn't know what he was doing.
He smiled, groped for the oil lamp, picked up the flint and lit the lamp, turned around with a smile on his face, and then froze in place, almost dropping the potato in his hand to the ground.
Hui Rulan was holding his copy of "The Strange Scholar in the Ancient Temple" and was looking at it with great concentration.
This...the righteous and awe-inspiring persona is gone today.
As if aware of his gaze, Hui Rulan put down the book and smiled lightly: "I have practiced the Canglan Pure Jade Skill, and my eyesight is very good, so I can read books at night!"
Xin Zhuo placed the potato in front of her and considered it for a moment: "Awesome, but I'm curious, do you also read this kind of book?"
"If the donor can see it, why can't the poor nun see it? After all, there is no difference between a bandit and a nun!"
Hui Rulan applied what she learned and gave very appropriate answers.
Xin Zhuo sat on the bed and said teasingly: "Okay, then may I ask the little master, what do you think after reading it?"
Hui Rulan stretched her waist lazily and smiled sweetly: "The writing is acceptable, but the plot is not good. In order to highlight the affairs between men and women, the rigid explanation and slowing down the pace of the story are a bit far-fetched!
Moreover, at that time, the postures of men and women were purely imaginary and did not conform to the study of the human body. The poor nun knew more than the author of the book, including the twenty-eight folk postures and the thirty-six court tricks, all of which were masterful! "
Xin Zhuo stared blankly at the dignified and beautiful nun Hui Rulan, and was shocked for a moment!
