(Outside the National Day.) The timeline of this article www.biquge.info a long, long time ago, before the debate. The Imperial Power Road is temporarily closed, and it will be continued after the National Day is over. ）

Chang'an in July is a sunny day in midsummer.

If there is no fresh breeze, this dry air can heat people.

The debate machine was getting up when he was in the middle of the day, and after washing up and doing the morning class, he began to translate the scriptures with Master Xuanzang, and waited until the time was passed before Master Xuanzang reminded him that it was time to rest.

It was really hot and humid this day, so he listened to Master Xuanzang's instructions, put down his pen and ink and said that he would go out for a walk.

There is a huge pond half a quarter away from the outside of the translation institute, and now in the middle of summer, most of the lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, and today is the second day of the flowers, which is the most beautiful and red and beautiful.

Under the blazing sun, the debate machine slowly walked towards the pond.

There is a breeze blowing on the surface of the pond to the pond, bringing a burst of coolness to the hot season.

Because of the hot weather, there are not many people who go out, and there are not many people on this side of the pond. And in the pond, as the debater thought, a large lotus flower bloomed one after another, and it was beautiful.

Looking at this beautiful scenery that is half red and half verdant, the few traces of restlessness that faintly emerged from the sweltering heat of the debate machine have been completely wiped out, and I don't even feel that the weather is unbearable. As the saying goes, the heart is calm and naturally cool, and that's how he feels right now.

I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, and suddenly there was a touch of blush in my field of vision. He subconsciously looked over, only to see the back of a woman in red.

The woman squatted on the edge of the pond, leaning half over, holding an umbrella in one hand, and stretching straight to the surface of the pond with the other, seeing that the posture should be to pick the lotus flowers blooming in the pond. Because the distance was not enough, the woman moved her body little by little to get closer and closer to the pond.

As a monk, he was compassionate, and he didn't want the other party to pick the lotus, and he was afraid that the person would not pay attention and fall into the pond, so he hurriedly walked in the direction of the woman. Fearing that she would scare the other party by speaking out rashly, the debater stood three steps away from her and said softly, "Amitabha." ”

The fingers that the woman in red tried her best to stretch out trembled, paused the movement of her hand, and lifted the umbrella with the hand holding the umbrella.

At this point, the other party saw him, and he also saw the other party.

A particularly beautiful hibiscus noodle.

The interior of the court is plump and beautiful, but the woman in front of her is not half plump, her body is slender, she is dressed in red like fire, but her temperament is indescribably clean, which is commensurate with the indescribable Qinglian in the pool.

After the debate machine looked at the person all the time, he realized that he had violated the precepts, and he actually looked at a woman so much, and hurriedly covered up the eleventh salute to the person, and said in a gentle tone, "Donor, the lotus flower in the pond is quiet, and I hope that the donor will raise his noble hand." ”

Lian Yin glanced at his hand, and after a moment of thought, he withdrew his hand and stood up. Her height is not high, and when compared with each other, she can only reach the shoulders of the debate machine. Holding an umbrella in one hand and hanging by her side with the other, she tilted her head and looked at the debate machine curiously, and asked him, "Why did this master stop me from picking flowers?" ”

Argumentative and compassionate said, "Every tree and grass has spirituality, and if the donor likes this flower, he should love it even more." Donors need to know that flowers will not be able to live for a few more days without the stems and leaves. ”

Lianyin couldn't help but laugh when she heard this compassionate tone. Monks......

"It's just that I don't pick it, and I'll be thankful as soon as the flowering period is over in two days, isn't it?"

The debater said without hurry, "The flowers bloom and are determined by the heavens, and they have their own cause and effect." However, if the donor starts, it will cut off its life. The meaning of the words was faintly like saying that she would do something evil.

Lian Yin sneered almost inaudibly, and couldn't help but have the idea of arguing with him for a few more sentences, and said, "If the master says this, isn't the lotus picker in the south of the Yangtze River a sin under her hands?" As the master said, all plants and trees have spirituality, and there are countless women who fold flowers and wear them into their sideburns, so isn't that also a sin on their hands? Oh, by the way, there's spirituality in everything. The fasting food that the master eats every day is also spiritual, isn't it also sinful to you, master? …… Amitabha. ”

Debater looked at her stunned, already exhausted by her sharp teeth.

Lian Yin raised his eyebrows and smiled angrily.

She had never spoken to a monk like this, which was surprisingly funny.

Since she began to travel to different worlds to do tasks, she has been doing every task conscientiously, and finally saved up a small vacation, and randomly chose to come to this world to see the scenery, and met this monk on the first day, which cannot be said to be a kind of fate. What's more, this monk is still a very handsome monk, with a face like a crown of jade, and moist eyebrows and eyes, just like an ink painting, which is very meaningful.

If the person in front of him is not a monk, I am afraid that he can teach many young girls to be willing to offer their hearts.

Lian Yin pinched the umbrella in his hand, and when he was still exhausted, he waved his sleeve with his other hand, pointed to the lotus flower on the pond surface, and asked in a playful manner, "Master, which one do you think is the most beautiful among the flowers in this area?" ”

The debate machine followed her guidance and looked over, the stars in the blue waves were red, and each point was a different scenery. He said Amitabha Buddha in a fit of voice, but did not answer her question.

Lian Yin waited for a while and couldn't wait for an answer, so he answered the question himself, "I think the one that blooms the best, what do you say, master?" She pointed at it from a distance, and when the debate machine looked over, she had already withdrawn her hand, and he couldn't see anything at all.

So the debate machine could only reply to her one more sentence of Amitabha.

The last word was spit out, and the debate machine saw that the person who was still in front of him was no longer there, and when he looked at it again, the red clothes like fire were flying in the pond. He had heard of many capable people who were as light as a swallow and could come and go freely on the water, but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

The slender figure tapped the lotus leaf under her feet, one step could top five steps, and in a few blinks of an eye she reached the center of the pond, and then saw her waist lowered and picked the lotus under her hand, and turned around and turned back the way she came.

The picture is really like a fairy in the painting, if it weren't for the blue sky and white sun, the debater would think that he was dreaming.

When she returned to him safely, he was still stunned.

Lian Yin smiled and handed the folded lotus flower in his hand to the debate machine, and deliberately said, "Master, look, this lotus blooms the best." ”

Debate: "......"

"Now I have cut off its life, and I have done iniquity. Amitabha, this lotus flower planted in my hands is really innocent, and I hope that the master can surpass it and let it ascend to bliss as soon as possible. After saying that, he shoved the lotus into his arms.

The debate machine passively caught the stem of the lotus, looked at the lotus in her arms, and then raised her eyes to see her smiling and holding a paper umbrella and turning away.

He stood where he was, watching the red-clothed figure go away. (To be continued.) )