Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

A monk should cut off the world of mortals and devote himself to the Buddha.

However, the images that kept popping up in his heart, the helplessness to escape when he met a girl, and... that signature that resembled a Buddha's oracle.

It seemed that each of them was constantly impacting and smashing the Buddhism that he had always believed in.

The rising sense of guilt made Wangchen also start to hate himself.

Once a monk has a heart demon, it will be a robbery.

The broken Buddhist beads are the omens.

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When going to the front yard for lunch, Feng Qian saw a familiar figure.

However, the next second, that person disappeared around the corner.

Feng Qian stopped walking, and said to Yue'er beside him, "You go to the front yard to eat first, don't wait for me."

After Feng Qian finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked towards the place where the man disappeared.

"Where are you going, princess?"

Yue'er stepped forward from behind and opened her mouth.

When she saw the princess disappearing from sight, she was at a loss for a moment, and she didn't know what to do.

there.

Feng Qian walked over quickly, and after feeling the familiar breath, the girl quickened her pace.

In front of him, the thin figure walked slowly.

Feng Qian stood where he was and looked around.

"Little Master."

She called out to each other.

Feng Qian saw that the person opposite him froze for a moment, then quickened his pace, as if fleeing.

Feng Qian: "?"

The little fragment is hiding from her?

She froze for a moment and chased after him.

After Wangchen ran back to the meditation room, there was no way to retreat.

However, he could clearly feel the footsteps behind him, and the little monk pinched his monk's robe nervously, his clear eyes were bewildered, like a frightened young deer.

Feng Qian took a few breaths, supported his waist with his small hands, and looked at the little monk who had nowhere to retreat.

"Why are you running? I won't eat you again."

Hearing the girl's voice, Wang Chen couldn't help but stiffen his back. He lowered his eyes, as if he had made great determination, and slowly turned to face the girl.

It's just that the head was slightly lowered, and he didn't look directly at the other party.

His tone was polite and alienated: "Amitabha, benefactor, is there anything wrong?"

Feng Qian blinked, looking at the small fragments in front of him.

She said seriously: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Wang Chen was stunned.

"Why hide?"

The girl's eyes quietly watched the little monk in front of her, and repeated.

Wang Chen bit his lip lightly, and tried his best to restrain his flustered emotions.

He lied and said: "Young monk... never hid from the benefactor."

After he finished speaking, he knew it was a lie, Wang Chen felt annoyed, and buried his head even lower.

Monks don't tell lies, he...has broken the precept.

Feng Qian looked at the little fragment and didn't want to admit it, so he didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

The two stood face to face in silence for a while, Feng Qian asked: "Yesterday's sweet-scented osmanthus cake, is it delicious?"

Hearing the question, Wang Chen was silent for a moment.

Feng Qian wondered: "Could it be that you didn't take it?"

She thought that the monk would not just watch the food being wasted, and even if he didn't want to accept the pieces, he would accept her osmanthus cake out of the constraints of morality and Buddhism.

Well, of course, it cannot be ruled out that Xiao Shard gave her osmanthus cake to others.

When Feng Qian was thinking this way, the voice of the young monk opposite was faltering, small, like a mosquito.

"No... I... took it away."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and added in a low voice: "I ate too."

After struggling for a moment, Wang Chen pursed his lips, and his thin lips spit out two words: "It's very sweet."

Feng Qian looked at the well-behaved and cute little monk in front of him, and the girl couldn't help blinking her eyes.

The pieces of His Highness, the identity of the little monk, are so cute.

She couldn't help taking a step closer.

The young monk on the opposite side felt the approach of the girl in front of him, he was stunned, he lowered his head, pursed his lips and took a step back.

But forget that there is no way behind.

The little monk's back was stuck to the slightly rough wall.