Seeing Ming Nineteen, the middle-aged nun didn't even hesitate, and said directly: "I'm sorry, this temple is not convenient for male donors to borrow." With that, he slammed the door shut.

Ming 19: "......"

There is no pressure to tell him to kill people and set fires, but now the pressure of eating behind closed doors is much greater.

Was it his fault to be born a man?

He looked at the closed door with great embarrassment, and had to go back.

Seeing Ming Nineteen come back with a gray face, Yan Qingrui smiled, she got off the carriage lightly, walked to the door, patted it gently, and said in a clear voice: "Master, Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform, but in Mrs. Shi's heart, the donor is still divided into men and women, it seems to be too obsessed!"

It's strange to say, she obviously just said this sentence lightly, the door opened again, and the middle-aged nun stood in front of the door again, glanced at Yan Qingrui, who was standing Yingying, and said: "Donor, there is a pure land in the world, there is a pure land in Buddhism, a nunnery temple, and it is indeed inconvenient for a male donor." ”

But the voice was much softer.

Yan Qingrui said: "Dustless in the bottom of my heart is the true pure land!"

The middle-aged nun couldn't help but glance at Yan Qingrui again, and finally said, "Donor, wait a minute, wait for the poor nun to report to the temple host, and then make a decision!" As she spoke, she closed the door again, and hurriedly left with the sound of footsteps.

Yan Qingrui is not in a hurry, it is already night at this time, and the three of them on her side, even if they are the weakest Xingyun, they also know some kung fu, not to mention, it is because of that painting and that poem that she thought of the Nanyin Temple that is connected, and in this temple, there must be something left by her mother.

So, she will wait for as long as she wants.

Because of Xuyun's unobtrusive monk, she has an indescribable desire to abuse her bald head. If it weren't for this, she would have just broken in.

After a while, the temple door opened again, and the middle-aged nun walked out with three nuns in their twenties. The one in the middle is twenty-six or seventeen years old, wearing a green coat, with delicate and beautiful eyebrows, even if he does not have a green hair, he is still very dusty.

The other two are twenty-two or three-year-old, and they are also outstanding.

What about the good report to the abbot?

The middle-aged nun pointed at Yan Qingrui and said, "This donor is!"

The young nun in the middle made a Buddhist salute to Yan Qingrui and said, "Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless, but the donor has already peeked into the door, it is really fateful!"

Yan Qingrui said respectfully: "Even if I am destined to be a person, I am not a monk, I came here today, but I was too hasty and missed the time, so I had to borrow the Buddha to rest for a night, but this master said that it was inconvenient for the male benefactor to stay, so I alarmed the host!"

Xingyun's eyes widened, what? This nun who is so young is actually the abbot? And the middle-aged nun is not?

The young nun in the middle smiled slightly and said, "The poor nun is quiet, and the donor has good eyesight." ”

Yan Qingrui said: "Pass the prize!"

Jingchen introduced: "This is Jingqiu, this is Jing'an!" and pointed to the middle-aged nun, and said, "This is Huixin!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Yan Qingrui, this is my personal girl Xingyun, this is my coachman!"

She turned her head and said, "Huixin, you arrange for the three donors to rest first, Yan donor, please!"

Did the host come out just to say a few words to her?

It was because she refused too directly, she knew that there was no hope of abducting herself into Buddhism, so she retreated. Yan Qingrui thought playfully.

And over there, Huixin had already saluted and said, "Yes, Uncle Abbot!"