I Was Robbed by a Monk

[Advance collection of "The Pretty Widow and the Pedantic Scholar" has declined] Copywriting of this article: The flower of the high mountains that is not stained by the world of mortals and captivates all living beings vs. The earthly beauty of the world of mortals, the squeamish green tea Zhao Jianjia did not expect that a monk would come to her on the day of her wedding. She did recognize that monk. The leader of Buddhist cultivators in the Lingmin realm, whom everyone respected and did not dare to have the slightest blasphemous intention, was Master Shuang. She was lucky enough to be rescued by him once, and she had her heart set on him, but he was determined and avoided her. He said: "Girl, please respect yourself." He has already jumped out of the mortal world, how can he enter the mortal world again? In his eyes, there was no difference between her and all living beings. She thought that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pick this high-altitude flower, so she might as well give up. However, now at her wedding to someone else, Master, he actually grabbed her hand: "Jia'er..." Against the background of her wedding dress, she smiled like a flower and slowly withdrew her hand: "Master, please respect yourself." "I swore an oath that no bald donkey or dog would come within three feet of me." Who would have thought that the flower of Gaoling would turn black! Since then, the painting style of this generation of masters, which is admired by all, has undergone a sudden change. Holding a Buddhist scripture in your left hand and holding a beauty in your right hand? After growing his hair long, he attracted the attention of all sentient beings, but he no longer saved sentient beings, but the hand holding the rosary beads actually killed people... Note: 1. The general world view is privately designed, and the choice depends entirely on the author's bad taste. 2. The ending is certain, but the sweetness of the process is uncertain. 3. Yes, I like this kind of bloody plot where I love you but you don't love me, I don't love you anymore, and you come back again! 4. Lightning protection, lightning protection, lightning protection, based on Article 3, although the beginning does not start with "I don't love you", but it still starts with "I love you". * Copy of the pre-collection article "The Pretty Widow and the Pedantic Scholar": There was a pretty widow in the village. Opposite her bean curd shop lived her husband, the only scholar in the village. Scholars are good everywhere, but they are too pedantic. The pedantic scholar never came to buy bean curd from her, for fear of saying something damaging to his reputation. However, privately, the widow would pick up some things in the yard from time to time, including firewood, rice, noodles and meat, and even medicine when she was sick... The widow stood inside the courtyard wall, and the scholar stood outside the courtyard wall. Widow: "Stop throwing things in. If you are discovered, I can't tell you." Scholar: "Your brother asked me to take care of you before he died. I can't break his promise." Then he threw another package in, "My sister bought too much. It would be a pity to throw it away. You can use it." The widow picked up the package and opened it. Inside was a box of rouge and a hairpin. Days passed year by year, and the scholar still refused to marry. The widow felt that she had delayed someone, and quickly agreed to marry a widower from the next village. After accepting the betrothal gift during the day, there was a "dong" sound in the yard at night. Did the scholar throw something in again? She walked to the yard and took a look. In the moonlight, she saw the usually clear and handsome scholar getting up from the ground in a state of embarrassment. The widow was stunned: "What are you doing?" Scholar: "Oh, I accidentally threw myself in." Later, rumors spread in eight villages across ten miles. The widow was stunned that she didn't get married. * During the wedding ceremony, the widow asked the scholar: "You care so much about your reputation, don't you regret marrying me?" The scholar's eyes reflected the red candlelight: "I only regret not throwing myself into your courtyard earlier." Mission: Love life, live up to your time, care for the environment, everyone has a responsibility