TLCBITAR Chapter 152

Chapter 152 That Bald Donkey Is a Little Punchable

After Zhou Zhou recuperated at Pei Yanlie’s house for three days, he was finally able to go out. He crossed his legs, tilted his head to look at the lush trees outside the car window, and occasionally opened his mouth to eat the food Pei Yanlie fed him.

“Where do you want to go in the next few days?” Pei Yanlie carefully wiped the tomato juice from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

“I want to stay at home and sleep.” As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhou yawned and turned back lazily.

Pei Yanlie pressed his shoulder and said in a low voice, “I’ll take you to travel around the country.”

Zhou Zhou shook his legs, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He had been in this world for more than a month and hadn’t really traveled.

The car’s speed gradually decreased, eventually stopping in front of a temple.

Zhou Zhou took the lead in opening the door and getting out of the car, coincidentally seeing Master Mingjing sweeping dust at the temple entrance with a broom.

“Master Mingjing, long time no see.” Zhou Zhou raised his voice and called out.

Master Mingjing, dressed in a yellow and white kasaya, saw two familiar men walking side by side towards him, a kind smile on his face, “No visit without a reason.”

Pei Yanlie explained their purpose. Master Mingjing smiled without saying a word, his expression unfathomable. Only after he finished sweeping the floor did he look at Pei Yanlie and say, “It’s been a while, the baleful aura on you has subsided a lot.”

[Pfft… Pei Yanlie is an overbearing CEO, it’s normal for him to have a baleful aura.]

Pei Yanlie squeezed his palm where Master Mingjing couldn’t see.

Master Mingjing’s gaze shifted between the two of them, revealing an understanding look, and he slowly said, “Let’s go inside and talk.”

Two minutes later, the three of them sat down on stone benches under a large tree in the temple courtyard.

Mingjing made them Longjing tea and said slowly, “I know what you want to ask.”

Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows, picked up a teacup, and took a sip. The strong bitter taste stimulated his taste buds, and he frowned instantly, almost spitting it out.

[This tea is even more bitter than bitter gourd, how many tea leaves did he put in!]

[Is this monk doing it on purpose?]

Master Mingjing chuckled and shook his head, “Although the tea is bitter, it refreshes the mind.”

Zhou Zhou put down the teacup, his brows still tightly furrowed, and asked directly, “What secrets does Pei Yanlie have?”

Master Mingjing took out his phone and started playing scriptures, mysteriously saying, “Listen to the scriptures first, and then I’ll tell you.”

[This bald donkey is a little punchable.]

[Pei Yanlie, are you sure he’s not just pretending to understand?]

[He doesn’t look like a proper monk. It’s the first time I’ve seen a monk playing scriptures on his phone, keeping up with the trend.]

[He even has a tattoo on his wrist!]

Master Mingjing leisurely drank his tea and even started meditating in front of them.

Pei Yanlie, listening to the chattering voices in his head, twitched his eyelids and lowered his voice, “Listen to the scriptures carefully, be quiet.”

[Listening to it makes me sleepy, I’m thinking about important life matters.]

Zhou Zhou rested his chin on one hand, his eyes glancing at Pei Yanlie’s profile.

[You wouldn’t happen to be a robot, would you? You look like a sculpture, a mannequin.]

He didn’t want to admit that Pei Yanlie was flawlessly perfect. Even the curve of this man’s lips was damnably alluring.

Pei Yanlie pursed his lips and coughed lightly.

Being able to make Zhou Zhou look at him so obsessively, he was proud of his appearance for the first time.

After half an hour of silence, Master Mingjing opened his eyes, looked at the two people whose shoulders were pressed tightly together and whose hands were clasped tightly together, and twitched his mouth slightly.

“Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, or was it the butterfly that dreamed of Zhuang Zhou? Everything will naturally be revealed one day.” Master Mingjing spoke, destroying the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

Zhou Zhou muttered softly, “What you said is the same as saying nothing.”

Pei Yanlie echoed him.

Master Mingjing sighed and said with emotion, “Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth, when the truth is false, it is also true, when the false is true, it is also false.”

Zhou Zhou: …

[I feel like we came here for nothing.]

Pei Yanlie looked at Master Mingjing with a deep gaze and said in a low voice, “I think Master Mingjing probably wants to return to the secular world.”

Master Mingjing took another sip of tea, “Once you enter the monastery, it’s like entering a deep sea. The past events of the mortal world will drift away with the wind. Benefactor, you’re too serious.”

“The temple is a bit dilapidated, do you think it needs to be repaired?” Pei Yanlie asked Zhou Zhou next to him.

Zhou Zhou replied casually, “It is a bit broken, there’s a danger of collapsing. I feel like it’s safer to demolish it.”

“Cough, cough, the two benefactors are joking. A small broken temple is not worth mentioning.” Master Mingjing’s hand holding the teacup trembled.

Zhou Zhou raised his hand to touch his chin, his expression serious, “What if it really collapses and hurts someone?”

“It won’t collapse.” Master Mingjing put down the teacup and responded with a smile.

Zhou Zhou smiled, “The weather on the mountain is unpredictable, heavy rain can come at any time, it’s hard to say.”

Master Mingjing looked directly at him, “There is no one in the temple.”

Zhou Zhou was surprised, “Aren’t you human?”

Master Mingjing’s forehead throbbed, he turned his gaze to Pei Yanlie and said firmly, “Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed.”

Pei Yanlie understood and stopped forcing him, pulling Zhou Zhou to leave.

“Benefactor, the truth will be revealed one day.” Master Mingjing said solemnly, his old face serious.

[Listening to him talk makes me feel uncomfortable all over, my hands are clamoring to hit him.] Zhou Zhou held Pei Yanlie’s hand tightly.

Pei Yanlie led him away from the temple and coaxed softly, “If you really feel uncomfortable, then hit me.”

Zhou Zhou gave him a speechless glance, “To be honest, do you have some kind of M attribute?”

Pei Yanlie paused, a strange emotion rising in his eyes, and he replied in a hoarse voice, “Do I look like a masochist?”

Zhou Zhou let go of his hand, took a few steps forward, turned around to look at him, and grinned, laughing unrestrainedly, “You look quite like it, I’m afraid if I hit you, you’ll secretly enjoy it, haha, how perverted.”

He stood there facing the morning sun, the reddish corners of his eyes slightly raised, his fair face illuminated by the sunlight, the distinct contours of his features becoming softer, as if covered with a layer of filter, setting him off as radiant and even more handsome.

For a moment, Pei Yanlie vaguely saw his soul in the blurry light and shadow. He walked up to him unconsciously, raised his hand and gently stroked his face, saying meaningfully, “Little Zhou, I see you.”

Zhou Zhou grabbed his hand and said speechlessly, “Unless you’re blind, you can see me, right?”

Pei Yanlie chuckled, his slender fingers moved down along his neck, finally stopping at his waist, holding him tightly and leading him forward.

He squeezed Zhou Zhou’s waist, “What I see is you with six-pack abs.”

Zhou Zhou paused, not understanding what he meant, and rolled his eyes slightly, “You Dislike dislike me for not having abs?”

He tensed his abdomen and reached out to touch it, feeling thin muscles. Although it wasn’t to the extent of distinct blocks, it couldn’t be said that he didn’t have any.

Pei Yanlie tightened his arms, his hand gently stroking his waist, “Whether you have abs or not, you’re good-looking.”

Zhou Zhou tugged at his ear, asking suspiciously, “No lying?”

Pei Yanlie raised his hand to hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with his, “When have I ever lied to you?”

“Tsk, your mouth is the best at lying.” Zhou Zhou complained.