"Brother, you come back..." In front of Faji Temple, the little monk who guarded the temple greeted Chen Jiu. He was totally foolish. Nahala Lazi had been flowing out of the temple.

Snow Moon, tall and white, beautiful and exquisite, full of a kind of wind and snow. The dust, purity, charm and charm of the moon. The breath of confusion! uuuuuuuuuuu

This temperament is like a prostitute. The pure head of a courtyard has a clear, white body and confusion. The charm of human beings is the absolute superiority that men can stand upright at a glance.

Monks are also human beings. When they see such beautiful women, they...