That night, Yan Qingrui, who was curious but unwilling to see the abbot, quietly sneaked into the main courtyard on the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a royal temple, Bodhi Temple covers a huge area, but it does not lose the purity of the place where the monks are born.

At this time, it was the middle of the night, and the whole mountain was so quiet that only the sound of insects could be heard.

Yan Qingrui didn't know where the abbot's meditation room was, but according to the normal architectural pattern, it should be in the right rear of the main hall.

Of course, when he was about to approach the main hall, he saw a monk boiling wine in the open space on the right.

It's a summer day, and the wine doesn't need to be boiled, and the aroma of the wine comes to the nose, but it is somewhat elegant and tempting.

Yan Qingrui was surprised, in the middle of the night, this monk did not sleep, it was a strange thing, boiling wine on a hot day was a strange thing, and in the temple, it was also a strange thing to break the vows so blatantly.

The aroma of wine spread so far away, he was afraid that others would not know.

Yan Qingrui, who was originally far away, saw that the person was dressed in white, and he was a stranded pilgrim, but when he got closer, he saw that it was a white monk's robe, and a bald head under the night could almost illuminate the surroundings, and the ring scars on it were clearly visible, a real monk, there was nothing wrong with it.

Monks' robes are generally gray, Chu and yellow, and monks wearing white monk's robes also seem to be rare.

This monk is only in his twenties, his eyebrows and eyes are extremely handsome, like a painting, obviously if he is not a monk, he must be a beautiful man in the world.

Yan Qingrui was very curious in her heart, and couldn't help but stop, standing in the dark, wanting to see what this monk wanted to do.

The wine was cooked, the white-clothed monk poured a glass, raised his glass to the crooked moon, drank it in one gulp, smashed his mouth, and seemed to be quite satisfied. poured another cup, but this time it was not to worship the moon, but to face the direction of Yan Qingrui, raising his glass from afar, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and drank it dry again.

After that, he took a cup from the side, poured another glass of wine, and placed it in the direction of Yan Qingrui.

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes secretly, after arriving at the mountaintop temple, although she did not hide her tracks like on the mountainside, ordinary people could not find her, but the monk's movements were too obvious. He found her.

Moreover, he is inviting her to drink!

There was no point in hiding it anymore, Yan Qingrui walked out generously.

The white-clothed monk was not surprised, pointed to the stone bench on the right, and said, "The wine has just been warmed, you came at the right time!"

Yan Qingrui sat down generously, picked up the wine glass, and drank the glass of wine.

The wine is really good, sweet in the mouth, and has an endless aftertaste.

The white-clothed monk laughed so much that he fell into the crowd, and he was extremely wicked, and said: "Lord Yan is open, so he is not afraid of the poison of the poor monks?"

Yan Qingrui glanced at him and said, "Shouldn't a monk cherish the moth gauze lamp and sweep the floor without harming the lives of ants? If you poison people, you should go to the eighteenth layer of hell after death, right? Such a serious consequence, I guess you are unwilling to bear it." Also, don't you feel embarrassed that a monk's robe is worth a thousand gold, and you call yourself a greedy monk?"

The white monk's robe is made of special material, very similar to ice silk, not stained with dust, elegant and clean, and is the first choice for pretending to be forced.

The white-clothed monk laughed and said: "Wine and meat still pass through the intestines, not to mention the monk's clothes? No matter how valuable the monk's clothes are, they are nothing more than something outside the body, and the monk is still a poor monk!"