Lin Mo couldn't help but shake her head. She was already feeling a little uncomfortable with the cold, so she rubbed her cheeks.

"I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to go in and nest. It's so cold outside."

Lin Mo turned around and walked towards the room.

"Don't, let's go and see Buddhist disciples. They look as delicate as figures. You don't even look at them?" Xue Huanhuan hurriedly held her hand, "There are handsome guys often, but there are not many bald handsome guys often."

Lin Mo climbed up the mountain all the way and sweated. It was very cold and a little tired.

"Then you go and see it yourself, I won't go, I'm really going to sleep."

"Otherwise I won't get up tomorrow morning and watch the sunrise with you."

Xue Huanhuan pouted: "It's only afternoon now."

"The clothes he wore were called Haiqing." Xue Huanhuan smiled again, "Dancing gracefully with wide sleeves, like birds coming from the east. There are handsome knives in the East Sea, namely Haidongqing, and Baiyin's words dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like sea east Green."

"Why are you suddenly so educated?" Lin Mo was confused.

"I just came from Baidu. I was curious about what clothes he was wearing. If he wore them at a high level, the chance of returning to secular life would be very small." Xue Huanhuan's logic this time was completely perfect.

Although Lin Mo heard what she said was so vague that she was not interested at all, she went back to the room to go to bed.

She looked at Xue Huanhuan, who was extremely resentful and reminded: "You, it's not easy to climb up the mountain. Since they are preaching, then go and listen quickly."

"I'm going to sleep now. When you come back, you pay attention to the road. The environment on this mountain is no more than in the city."

Xue Huanhuan sighed and left.

Mo Mo just sees handsome guys all day long, so he doesn’t get into the cold.

What an enviable trouble!

Lin Mo slept very quickly, almost touching the pillow.

The guest room here is average, the bed is hard, and fortunately it is clean and hygienic, so she slept very heavily.

I don’t know how long I slept, but felt itchy and painful in my throat, and my whole body was as hot as I was getting burned, so I woke up from my sleep.

She is so thirsty.

Lin Mo was weak all over, got up and took the mineral water at the head of the bed, and drank half of the bottle.

But the feeling of discomfort was not relieved.

She thought a little badly: "I sweat too much during the day, and I suddenly got on the mountain and got colder. I'm afraid I'm catching a cold."

Spring is a time when you are prone to colds.

Lin Mo didn't bring anything up the mountain, let alone cold medicine.

She took her cell phone and was about to call Xue Huanhuan, but found that the phone had no signal, and the room was already dark, and the outside was even more black.

Lin Mo got out of bed and was about to go to the hot water room to get some hot water. He could just go and ask if there was any cold medicine.

She was wearing thick clothes and walked outside with cold trembling.

The ground was a little slippery, maybe it was iced, after all, the temperature on the mountain was close to sub-zero at night.

Lin Mo exhaled, it was all white, "I really shouldn't have gone up the mountain, I'm just suffering from it."

Her head was dizzy and her consciousness was not clear.

After walking towards the road for a long time, I didn't see the hot water room.

She felt that she might have lost her way.

"Donor, what's wrong with you?" A little novice monk with a fat baby came over and looked at Lin Mo with concern.

He is about eight years old, with dark eyes, very cute and arrogant.

"I want to go to the hot water room, but I seem to have taken the wrong path." Lin Mo wrinkled his nose, feeling so uncomfortable, his whole body was warm, and his face was also filled with an unnatural red color.

"Donor, you are indeed going against it. This is our inner courtyard." Xiao Shami pointed the way: "The hot water room for tourists is outside."

"But you seem a little uncomfortable. Do you want me to ask Uncle Master to show you?"

Lin Mo was desperate in his heart. He had to walk back at the same distance.

But now her legs are weak and her body is weak, and her bones are hurting so much that she feels trembling all over and getting cold into her bones.

She shivered and said, "I just caught a cold. If I could give me two cold medicines."

"Jiran, what's wrong?"

A clear voice sounded.

"Uncle Master, you are here, it's great." The little shaman bent down and bowed, "This donor seems to have a fever."

Lin Mo was extremely embarrassed and lowered his head slightly: "Sorry, I don't know much about my head, I took the wrong path."

Now all the uncles in the Buddhist temple are here.

How could she, a woman, break into someone's inner courtyard without authorization?

"I'll leave now."

"etc."

Lin Mo raised his eyes in confusion, his eyes were a little red, and his head felt uncomfortable as if he had been beaten with a few sticks.

When she saw this uncle, she was slightly stunned.

A little familiar.

The boy was very tall and slender, like bamboo. He was wearing Hai Qing. Although his hair had been shaved, his face looked surprisingly beautiful.

It doesn't look bad because it doesn't have hair.

The whole person is extremely abstinent.

He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his face with a little distant and indifferent look, but a bit compassionate look, and there was a small mole under his eyes.

If he wasn't wearing monk's robes, he should have a very lustful appearance. But this layer of clothes made him look very unattainable.

"Jiran, go and make a pot of hot water and bring this donor to my room."

"Ah? Master Wuxiang..." Ji Ran was stunned, "It may be inappropriate to take the woman to your room late at night."

Wuxiang smiled slightly, as if the peach blossoms blooming in the mountain temple were a bit proud.

"What's wrong with being clear in my heart?"

Ji Ran scratched his bald head and sighed. Sure enough, Master Wuxiang is a strange person. Everyone says Master Wuxiang is a very intelligent person, and he is not as good as Master Wuxiang.

Jiran looked back at Lin Mo, clasped his hands together: "Sister Donor, wait for me for a while."

Lin Mo looked at the back that was fading away with the night.

She wondered in her heart, why did this person look so much like her ninth brother Si Yechen?

But Brother Jiu is like a noble and wealthy bamboo. How could he be a monk in such a mountain?

It's impossible to think about it, it must be because I admit my mistake.

The little monk brought hot water over, first bowed to Lin Mo, and then took her to the uncle's room.

Lin Mo felt that this little novice monk was so polite.

"Thank you, Master."

"Sister Donor, you are so lucky. Our uncle usually lives in a quiet place and rarely comes out." Jiran stuck out his tongue, "Because Uncle Master is so beautiful, if he goes out, many tourists will watch him."

"Master said, this is not good, it brings bad atmosphere."

"So the uncle doesn't come out normally, and if he goes to public, he will bring a hat to cover his face with a gauze."

Lin Mo felt it was a bit exaggerated, but when he thought that Master Wuxiang looked so beautiful just in his monk's robe, how beautiful it would be if he was wearing a monk's big sleeved clothes and a cassock.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, "It makes sense to do this."

In front of the Buddha, he was purified by the mind and few desires. If everyone stared at Master Wuxiang's face, he would look at him.
Chapter completed!