My Lady Is Not A Demon

Hanwu Temple is located on the Wushan Mountain.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, so Chen Mu and Chen Mu could only get out of the carriage and step on the long bluestone stairs, step by step.

Pilgrims came in an endless stream.

Because of Xue Caiqing's outstanding orchid-like temperament, she attracted the attention of many pilgrims along the way and recognized her as the top brand of Ju Chunlou.

And Chen Mu was more like a bodyguard, accompanying him.

Envy many people.

But at this moment, Chen Mu didn't want to appreciate the women around him. He was thinking about being on the carriage... what Xue Caiqing said to him.

What does she mean?

Does this woman see that he is a traverser? Or think that the original Chen Mu is dead, and he is possessed?

If this is the case, it means that this woman has a very good relationship with the former Chen Mu.

Only then will I realize that the current "Chen Mu" is someone else.

But the problem is that in the memory of the original owner of this body, there is no information about Xue Caiqing.

The two have never had any intersection.

How did Xue Caiqing see that Chen Mu was dead before? Unless this woman has a pair of insights.

and many more!

At this moment, Chen Mu suddenly thought of something.

A thing that has been overlooked!

Although he inherited the memory of the original owner after crossing, the memory he inherited was not complete.

Some memories are lost.

Chen Mu didn't know what memory he had lost, but he did feel that way. It seemed that something was always missing.

"Could it be that I have developed a relationship with her before?"

Recalling the woman's cold and disgusting attitude towards him, Chen Mu secretly guessed, "I dumped her, so she hates me?"

This kind of speculation even Chen Mu himself felt too nonsense.

Not to mention anything else, just like the old Chen Mu, not to mention the top beauty like Xue Caiqing, even the widow next door can't look down on him.

Don't think that they are really good-looking, the beauty of others will not wanting face to be posted upside down?

That is only temporary.

The most important weapon to keep these women's hearts is to practice the skill of ‘speaking’ well and supplemented with ‘length and time’.

Chen Mu in his previous life had a deep understanding of this.

Otherwise, how could there be so many ex-girlfriends.

"Amitābha..."

Unconsciously, Chen Mu and Xue Caiqing came to the gate of the monastery.

At the gate of the temple, a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and eagle eyes saw Xue Caiqing's eyes light up, and Heshi bowed to him: "Xue Donor."

"Master Heng Jue." Xue Caiqing slid the willow waist and asked in a soft voice, "Is Wuhui presiding over there?"

"The host is in the Jingsi Hall, Donor Xue, please come with me..."

The monk named Hengjue said.

The three of them crossed a lush forested mountain road.

The deeper you walk, the more the noise becomes quieter and quieter, except for the cicadas.

Chen Mu enjoyed the pine breeze coming from Xi Xi, and looked around.

Hanwu Temple covers a large area.

After all, it is the only Buddhist temple in Qingyu County, with temples on all sides towering, bucket arches stacked like ridges, and ingenious construction methods.

Accompanied by the sound of the bells of distant artistic conception, it makes people feel broad-minded.

"It's not bad to be a monk."

Chen Mu had an inexplicable idea.

Not long after, the three came to a separate courtyard.

There are three rectangular independent houses in the courtyard, and a stone Buddha statue is cast in the middle. It is old and smooth, and has experienced a lot of wind and sun.

Standing next to the Buddha statue, Chen Mu was surprised to hear the Qingman chanting.

These chanting sounds seem to be coming from a distant temple, and they seem to be whispering in the ears of a monk, which is quite magical.

"Could it be that there are organs in this stone statue?"

Chen Mu was secretly curious.

"Brother Hengjue."

A small black-clothed novice monk who was sprinkling water on the vegetable plot in the courtyard with a beautiful appearance of twelve or three years old saluted the three of Hengjue.

Heng Jue said: "Donor Xue is here, please go and tell the host."

"good."

The little novice monk saluted Xue Caiqing and Chen Mu separately, and then went into the house.

He came out soon.

Came to Xue Caiqing's face: "Donor Xue, Master, please."

"thanks."

Xue Caiqing nodded slightly, and followed the little novice towards the house where he was in charge of the cleaning.

Isn't this woman going to be incense, why is she looking for the host again.

Chen Mu muttered inwardly and wanted to follow, but just as he raised his foot a step, a broad arm stopped him in front of him.

It is Hengjue.

He saluted with a single palm, and said solemnly: "Chen Tautou, please stay. The host only invited Xue Donor, and Chen Tautou is also invited to wait outside."

Oh, it turns out this guy knows me.

Chen Mu frowned.

Just now along the way, this guy hadn't even looked at him directly, and Chen Mu thought that the other party just didn't know him.

I didn't expect it to be installed.

Is this an opinion on daddy?

Chen Mu was speechless: "What's wrong with daddy lately, so many people don't wait to see me, anyone who sees me is disgusted and disgusted, I provoke someone. Now even the monk deliberately gives me a face, this is daddy too handsome reason?"

Looking at Heng Jue's indifferent face, Chen Mu's heart moved.

This guy won’t be because...

In order to verify his guess, Chen Mu smiled and nodded: "It's okay, then I will wait outside."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the stone bench not far away.

As he walked, he stretched his waist and whispered: "This Caiqing is too tossing, and my waist will be broken after a night of tossing. Alas... I can't be used to her anymore... Learn more. Moves..."

Chen Mu leaned on his waist and sat on the stone bench, pretending to glance at Heng Jue casually.

Sure enough, the other party's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Looking at Chen Mu, his gaze was almost murderous, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped and bulged.

Chen Mu couldn't help but smiled.

Monk, monk, you are so unclean, you actually like the women in the brothel.

Still have a heart of hatred?

"Humph!"

In the end, Heng Jue endured the boiling anger in his chest, flicked his sleeves, turned and left the courtyard.

Chen Mu sighed and shook his head: "That's it? This monastery isn't very good."

After the other party left, Chen Mu, who was bored, took out a small book and began to look through the information he asked Xue Caiqing in the morning.

Gradually blazing sunlight fell from Lin Ye.

Just like a place of brilliance.

The lush pines and cypresses that line the courtyard exude an ancient and tranquil solemnity and solemnity.

Such a quiet environment did not allow Chen Mu to sink his heart to think about that piece of information, but was rather impatient inside.

He is holding a processed charcoal pen, writing and drawing on the notebook, his brows are always frowning.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

It's the little novice monk.

He came from a path on the right side of the other courtyard with a fruit plate in his hand.

Seeing Chen Mu who was writing and thinking on the stone table, the little novice hesitated, took out two fruits and gently placed them on the table.

Chen Mu, who was thinking about the case, did not notice.

After he found the fruit on the table, the little novice monk had already turned and walked for more than ten meters, walking very lightly, for fear of disturbing him.

"Thank you little Master."

Chen Mu, who had a bad impression of Hanwu Temple because of Heng Jue, has changed a lot at this moment.

The little novice physique had a meal.

Turning around and smiling at Chen Mu apologetically, his voice was somewhat childish: "You're welcome, the donor, please use it slowly. This is the pure spiritual fruit of this temple."

Pure soul fruit?

Chen Mu laughed at the name, took the fruit and wiped it in the palm of his hand, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Not bad, very sweet.

However, in the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had noticed something, his eyes fixed on the palm of his hand stained with purple and red.

This fruit...

After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth to spit out the chewed pulp.

Looking at the pulp crumbs in front of him, a chill hit his back.

Isn't it, such a coincidence?

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