When she reached the edge of the cliff, Mu Wanqing, who was about to jump off, heard the sound and stopped immediately. She turned around and looked behind her, only to see a young monk running towards her quickly.

When Fang Mutian came to a stop not far from Mu Wanqing, Mu Wanqing asked Fang Mutian: "Little monk, who are you?"

Who am I? Fang Mutian was stunned, and immediately rolled his eyes and said: "Amitabha, the female donor, the poor monk's Buddhist name is 'Sun Wukong'!"

Approaching Mu Wanqing, Fang Mutian saw her appearance more clearly.

The oily black hair, blown by the majestic wind, caressed her snow-white and delicate face, which was smooth and crystal clear, with graceful eyebrows, dark eyes, like two black gems, a small and cute little Qiong nose, and a small cherry mouth, deft

Upright, with thin red lips and a pointed jaw. The whole face looks fresh and refined, but there is a bit of charm in it.

Mu Wanqing's whole temperament gives people a very delicate feeling, but in this delicateness, there is also a sense of indifference, which makes people feel very special.

Her voice was clear and pleasant, but there was a hint of coldness in her tone, as if she was thousands of miles away, without any warmth at all.

Through the description in the novel, Fang Mutian knew that Mu Wanqing was an icy beauty who was strong on the outside and soft on the inside. Under a layer of cold appearance, she had a pure and kind heart. She was intelligent and dexterous, and had a straightforward and bright personality.

"Sun Wukong? Why does your name sound so weird?" Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, and Mu Tian looked him up and down.

"The title of Amitabha, the female benefactor, and the poor monk was given to me by the temple when I entered the temple. The abbot said that this title is profound and profound, and it is a very unusual title." Fang Mutian said nonsensically.

Fang Mutian looked like a magic stick, and he couldn't help but praise that he had the potential to be a magic stick. He thought that if he couldn't find a good job in the future, he would just become a monk. I heard that being a monk is also a good job now.

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Not only does he have a high income, but he can also drive a luxury car and have a lover. His life can be said to be extremely nourishing and makes people envious.

However, I heard that the minimum threshold for becoming a monk now requires an undergraduate degree, and some only require a graduate degree or even a doctoral degree. When he thought of this, Fang Mutian immediately gave up the idea of ​​becoming a monk and driving a luxury car and sleeping with beautiful women.

Flower Monk's Thoughts.

"By the way, little monk, why did you call me? And why did you suddenly appear here?" Mu Wanqing asked in a cold voice.

"Girl, this poor monk happened to be passing by here and was about to return to the temple. He saw that you had thoughts of committing suicide, so he called you." Fang Mutian said.

"Life is short, only a few decades. Girl, why do you think so hard? Maybe this poor monk can help you." Fang Mutian said with a smile on his face.

"Can you help me?" Mu Wanqing looked at the little monk in front of her in astonishment.

Fang Mutian nodded, looking enigmatic, and said, "Girl, have you ever heard of the theory of physiognomy?"

"Physiognomy?" Mu Wanqing was stunned at first, but then she realized what was happening. She looked at the mysterious Fang Mutian and asked, "Little monk, do you mean you can read fortune tellers?"

"Yes, the poor monk knows a thing or two about physiognomy." Fang Mutian nodded with a smile.

Mu Wanqing didn't believe it. She couldn't figure it out. When would a monk know how to read fortune tellers? Isn't this a special skill of Taoist priests?

"In this case, then you show me what happened to me recently. If you are not sure, huh, I will kill you with one sword." Mu Wanqing felt that this young monk was a liar, and his voice

It suddenly became a little cold.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Fang Mutian was immediately startled. He knew that Mu Wanqing was not an easy talker, and would hit people at every turn. Duan Yu on TV, when he first met her,

At that time, I was slapped many times.

Damn it, I didn’t expect such a beautiful girl to be so violent. Looking at Mu Wanqing with a cold face, Fang Mutian didn’t dare to hesitate and said immediately: “Girl, I can tell that you have encountered something very distressing.

matter."

Nonsense, this girl is about to jump off a cliff. Didn't she encounter something distressing? Why would she be so stupid? Mu Wanqing glared at Fang Mutian, becoming more and more sure that the young monk was a charlatan, and said coldly: "Stop being so long-winded.

, tell me quickly what happened to me?"

"Girl, the poor monk said, don't be angry."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and say it. If you are wrong, huh, I will make you look good."

Fang Mutian was a little speechless. This girl was too violent, and then he said: "The poor monk can see from the girl's face that what worries you is that you found out that you are related by blood to the person you like. Due to your moral concepts, you can't

Only when we come together will you have the thought of committing suicide."

"Girl, I wonder if what the poor monk said is correct?" Fang Mutian looked at the shocked Mu Wanqing and laughed in his heart. Hum, you want to test me, what don't I know about your world?

If it weren't for me not being able to use perspective, otherwise I would know everything about you, forget about these little things.

"You...how did you know?" Mu Wanqing recovered from the shock and said coldly: "Tell me, are you following me?"

Fang Mutian was stunned, and looked at Mu Wanqing who was about to get angry and said quickly: "No, no, the poor monk did not follow you, girl. You can also see that the poor monk does not know martial arts, and the poor monk has no way to restrain a chicken.

How could I possibly follow you, girl?"

"Besides, the poor monk can see that you, girl, are the only ones who know about this. Even you, girl, know about it. How could the poor monk know about it before you?"

After listening to Fang Mutian's words, Mu Wanqing thought about it carefully and felt that what the young monk said was very reasonable. She frowned and asked, "Can you really read fortune tellers?"

Fang Mutian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was very scared. For him who didn't know any martial arts, it would be too easy for Mu Wanqing to kill him, just like killing a chicken.

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"Yes, yes, the poor monk can indeed read faces. Regarding the difficulties that the girl is facing now, if you need me to help you solve it, I believe there will be a turn for the better." Fang Mutian nodded repeatedly.

"Can you crack it?" Mu Wanqing was delighted. She had sworn to kill the first man who saw her appearance if he was not her husband. She really liked Duan Yu.

However, when she thought about her relationship with Duan Yu, Mu Wanqing said dejectedly: "God has destined Duan Yu to be my brother, and there is no way to solve it."

"Who said no? Girl, monks don't lie. Since the poor monk said so, then the poor monk will naturally have a way. Girl, you have to believe the poor monk. Although the poor monk is not good at martial arts, he is better than the physiognomist.

There is still some truth to it.”

Fang Mutian looked like an eminent monk and spoke with great arrogance.

"You can really do it?" Mu Wanqing didn't believe it. She could see the difficulty of what she wanted from the other party. Although she knew that the other party was somewhat capable, she and Duan Yu were already destined to have a blood relationship. How could she solve this problem?

Being told no by a woman, Fang Mutian felt very unhappy and said unhappily: "Girl, if you don't believe me, forget it. You know, if me helps you crack it, it will cost me a lot."

Less mana."

"The poor monk met you here, which means that we are destined. The Lord Buddha said that helping a person is equal to building a seven-level pagoda. Since you don't believe the poor monk, girl, then the poor monk will say goodbye."

After saying that, Fang Mutian looked like he was about to leave, but he kept shouting in his heart: "Beautiful girl, please persuade me to stay. If I leave, my mission will be in vain."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment. She was an infatuated woman. Although she thought things were impossible, she still had some expectations in her heart.

Immediately, she shouted: "Wait a minute, little monk, this girl is wrong. I shouldn't believe you. Tell me how you want to help me crack it."

Fang Mutian almost vomited blood, ***, is there anyone who asks for help like this?

However, Fang Mutian didn't care. After all, his task was time-limited, and said: "This is related to the girl's marriage. I have to help the girl check your marriage."

"Look." Mu Wanqing nodded.

Fang Mutian nodded, looked at Mu Wanqing up and down with an inscrutable expression, and sighed inwardly: "This girl is so beautiful, her breasts, her face, her slender legs... I'll catch up soon."

It works.”

Mu Wanqing was a little frightened when Fang Mutian looked at her. She had never been stared at by that man so long before. She immediately said in a cold voice: "Are you okay?"

"Ahem, that's it." Fang Mutian came back to his senses, nodded, and said, "But the poor monk has a question. I hope you can answer the poor monk honestly. This is extremely important to the girl's marriage."

Mu Wanqing nodded and asked Fang Mutian to ask.

Fang Mutian knew that he didn't have much talent left and it was time to get into the topic. However, he still felt that there was no guarantee and said: "Girl, this question from the poor monk may be a bit abrupt, but please don't be angry, girl."

"Tell me." Looking at Fang Mutian whose eyes were rolling, Mu Wanqing felt that this young monk had no good intentions.

"Girl, I would like to ask, what is the shape of the birthmark on your left hip?" After pondering for a long time, Fang Mucai asked fearfully what he wanted to know most.

"Bastard!" Mu Wanqing was stunned, her face turned cold, and she said angrily: "I thought you were an eminent monk, but I didn't expect you to be a sanctimonious thief with a human face and a beast's heart. I'm going to kill you, this thief, for the sake of the martial arts world."

Get rid of the harm!”

"No! The poor monk is not a thief. The poor monk's name is Sun Wukong!"

Seeing that the angry Mu Wanqing was about to shoot him with a poisonous arrow, Fang Mutian shuddered and fell directly to the ground. He immediately shouted: "Girl, I don't mean any offense. From your face,

The poor monk figured out that this is indeed related to your marriage. If you don't want to say it, the poor monk will not force you to do it, and he will ask the girl to go around the poor monk."

"Are you telling the truth?" Mu Wanqing stopped firing the poison arrow, with a cold face and cold eyes looking at Fang Mutian.

The reason why Mu Wanqing stopped was because she felt that what the young monk said was very reasonable, and she also felt that the young monk was indeed very spiritual. Otherwise, how would he know that there was a birthmark on his left hip? Except for herself.

, the only one who knows is his master.

In this case, then this little monk might actually be able to help him, so Mu Wanqing stopped killing his opponent Mutian.

Fang Mutian's heart was trembling with fear, and there was a chill in his back. Even though the sun was high, he still felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Chapter completed!