Tian Yuan

Chapter 2077: No regrets in this life, can't escape the palm of your hand

The guest sat aside and did not drink tea.

"What do you want to know?"

The old monk looked very tired and asked the visitor beside him. His voice was low and his spirit was not strong.

"There is a..."

The guests talked about trivial matters and asked about the situation.

The old monk was very patient in answering the guests' questions one by one.

After chatting for a while, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

The guest poured a cup of hot tea, but not for himself. Instead, he handed it to the old monk.

"Thank you."

The old monk took the tea.

"Old man, this is your home, everything is yours, how can I say thank you?"

The guest had an average appearance, but his smile seemed to contain a special kind of magic that made people feel happy and all their worries disappear.

The old monk took a few sips of tea and then put the teacup in his hand to keep warm.

Then, the old monk leaned back in his chair, looking into the distance, his kind face full of contentment and happiness.

"You are old, I am afraid you won't survive a few winters."

As the relationship became closer, the guest became less restrained and turned the topic to the old monk.

"Yes!"

Talking about life and death, the old monk looked calm and not angry at all. If it were another old man, he would probably feel offended and somewhat unhappy.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The guest asked with a smile.

"I have lived a happy life without any illness or disaster. Most importantly, I met the right person at the right time, and we have been together all my life. I have no regrets in this life."

Thinking of the good memories of this life, the old monk was in a happy mood. He lay in the rocking chair and hummed a folk song.

"That's good."

The guest still had a smile on his face. He nodded slightly, but a hint of loneliness and sadness flashed in his eyes.

"It's getting late, I won't keep you for dinner."

The old monk seemed a little tired, he said euphemistically.

"Sorry for bothering you."

Hearing the hidden meaning, the guest stood up and bowed.

When the guest walked to the door, the old monk slowly opened his narrowed eyes, stared at the guest's back, and said earnestly: "Thank you."

The guest paused slightly, without looking back or responding, he walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

After watching the guests leave, the old monk closed his eyes again, hummed a little tune, and tapped the armrests with his fingers rhythmically.

"You peed your pants again, old man!"

An untimely scolding came from the backyard. When Liu Nansheng was washing clothes, he smelled a foul odor and was so disgusted that he wanted to rub off a layer of skin on his hands.

The old monk continued to lie in the sun, as if he didn't hear anything, with a satisfied smile and a hint of pride on his face.

After washing the clothes, Liu Nansheng came to the front yard cursing.

He wanted to continue complaining, but when he saw the old monk fell asleep, Liu Nansheng had to shut his mouth. He moved a chair next to the old monk, sat down without saying a word, and just stayed with him.

After an hour, the old monk woke up.

Liu Nansheng asked: "Who was that person just now?"

The old monk replied: "A passer-by, asking for information."

Liu Nansheng: "I thought it was your illegitimate child, and I came to visit you secretly."

Old monk: "..."

The old monk argued: "We are inseparable every day, and you actually doubt me."

Liu Nansheng: "That's not necessarily true."

The old monk said: "I am still a virgin, you know that."

Liu Nansheng: "Oh, trash."

A few frowns appeared on the old monk's face: "I don't want to delay you and affect your path of cultivation."

Liu Nansheng: “Waste.”

The old monk got angry: "If I had known this, I should have..."

Liu Nansheng: "Should what?"

Old monk: "I should eat you up in one bite!"

Liu Nansheng: "You can't."

The old monk couldn't refute: "......"

The two of them bickered every day, and their life was full of fun.

After arguing for a long time, it was getting dark, so the two of them had dinner, washed up, and went to bed.

Given the old monk’s current health, it’s difficult for him to even drink a glass of water, let alone do anything else.

That night, Liu Nansheng was no longer as quiet as usual.

The old monk doesn't have much time left and doesn't want to have any regrets.

Not even the slightest regret.

In the vast white illusory space, Liu Nansheng returned to her original appearance, elegant and noble, as cold as a fairy. She lightly hooked her finger, and the void in front of her suddenly twisted, condensing into a human figure.

The figure gradually became clear, and it was a monk.

To be precise, a very handsome young monk.

He was wearing a bright yellow cassock and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He looked solemn and holy, and his Buddhist knowledge was profound.

Although he was a monk, he had a charming appearance. His facial features were in perfect proportions, and his skin was as smooth as snow. He was born that way, without any trace of his spirit being altered.

She has red lips, white teeth, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

A pair of bright eyes, carrying thousands of stars, captivating and charming everyone.

After the monk appeared, he was slightly surprised, and then he understood instantly: "I..."

Liu Nansheng walked slowly, her cold expression gradually dissipated, and she opened her red lips slightly, charming and moving: "Little monk, you can't escape from my palm."

The souls touch and are about to merge!

Obviously, this was the work of Liu Nansheng.

The monk stared at the beauty in front of him and said hurriedly: "Wait!"

Liu Nansheng did not stop, with a smile that showed he was in control of the situation on his face: "What are you waiting for?"

The monk knew he couldn't escape, and deep down he didn't want to escape. But he felt a little awkward: "Wearing a monk's robe is inappropriate!"

Liu Nansheng said firmly: "It's appropriate."

The monk was imprisoned in place, unable to move, with a tense expression, and insisted, "Not very good."

This is exactly the feeling Liu Nansheng wanted. She was very domineering and would not tolerate any disobedience: "Shut up, as long as I like it!"

At this time, the monk was very resistant to the clothes: "Wait a minute!"

"Resistance is futile."

This is the spiritual space constructed by Liu Nansheng, where you can do whatever you want.

When the two souls got closer, a mist came from nowhere and covered the space, making it very hidden and impossible for others to see through.

Chen Qingyuan in the dark noticed a slight fluctuation of soul power and vaguely guessed it. He was tactful enough not to spy on it and shifted his attention elsewhere.

Before this, Chen Qingyuan had been secretly protecting the old monk and resolutely not interfering in his life trajectory, allowing him to develop freely.

Until today, when the old monk was getting closer to death, Chen Qingyuan wanted to meet him and ask him if he had any unfulfilled wishes.

If so, Chen Qingyuan will do his best to make it happen for him.

"Time is ruthless and has buried many heroes."

Chen Qingyuan looked into the distance with mixed feelings.

The night is soft and beautiful, making people intoxicated.

In some unknown illusory space, two souls are tightly integrated.