A Taoist priest who devoted himself to the Tao met a rogue and rogue boy, and his Taoist mind became unstable from then on.
One day, the young master woke up in bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the Taoist Priest staring at him with an angry look on his face, as if he had done something that was outrageous to both humans and gods...
Mu Yun was pushed straight away by the Taoist priest, and he immediately lay on the bed with his back -
Dao Changqing's face was hard to coax.
"Brother Xichen, don't be so stingy. At worst, I'll let you sleep on your back!" As he said that, he stretched out an arm and patted his "powerful" biceps.
The Taoist priest changed from a green face to a dark face, and couldn't bear to see him looking so shameless and dissolute. The next second, he was already flying from the bed.
Mu Yun supported the back of his head with one hand and watched with great interest the skillful movements of tying his robes. The "appreciation" in his narrow eyes was still there. "Brother Xichen, I just thought of a poem that is very suitable for us. Do you want to listen to it?"
"Brother Xichen?" He shouted in a sweet voice.
The Taoist Master was obviously still angry. He moved his arm which was numb under the pillow and said three words in a reserved voice: "Not interested."
Mu Yun didn't care whether he was acting inconsistently or not, he just chanted: "The dawn moon is setting in the west, Mu Yun... Is rising." He lay on his side on the bed in an unsightly posture, with his clothes half open at the chest, and his tone was as serious as ever: "Do you think it suits us well?"
The Taoist priest held his forehead and ran out of the room.
From then on, every time the young master said those eight words, the Taoist priest blushed and covered his open mouth.
Intention: Taoist Master, please stay!
