Although the debater only asked her how she got the painting back, Lian Yin could already listen to three sentences, and knew that what he was going to say next must not be the good thing she wanted to hear.

Yesterday I confronted the whereabouts of the paintings, and today she sent all the paintings over, and there may be situations that ordinary people may not be able to figure out, but it is impossible for the debate machine not to figure it out.

Sure enough, the debater said, "The female benefactor has been away from home for many years, and since she has returned, why don't you spend more time at home with her parents." ”

Lian Yin raised his eyebrows, originally thought that he would unceremoniously and directly ask her not to come to Huichang Temple again, but he didn't expect him to express it so tactfully.

However, his tactfulness also gave her room to reply, "My father and mother are busy, so they don't need me to accompany them." Besides, although I have been away from home in the past few years, I can always see them several times a year. It's you, I haven't seen you in a few years. By the way, haven't you even thought about me? She leaned down, deliberately closer, and looked at him earnestly.

The distance between the two was already close, and their eyes were so close that the debate machine only glanced at her and hurriedly staggered her gaze, and her face quietly flushed with a faint red.

There was light in her eyes, the kind that was moist and clear.

Lian Yin looked carefully, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, not indifferent.

The debater habitually recited "Amitabha" and said, "The female benefactor, the poor monk is a monk." ”

"I know you're a monk." "What's wrong with the monks, the monks can't think about people?" ”

The debate machine was helpless, and he knew that talking to her was like this, no matter what he said, he was poor in words. But for some reason, it was difficult for him not to talk to her.

In this way, he is really a masochist.

Lian Yin was still making trouble with him on the side, "Suppress the village minister, you can talk about it." ”

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

"Poof..."

The debate machine was amused by Lianyin for a while, and the debate machine regained his composure, and brought up the old matter again, saying, "Female donor, I hope that the female donor will not come again in the future." ”

Lian Yin slowly closed the expression on his face, "Why?" ”

The debater glanced at her compassionately, and quickly retracted his gaze, saying, "The poor monk is a monk, and I really don't want to cause trouble to the female benefactor because of the poor monk." The female benefactor can no longer be as childlike as before. ”

Because of the painting, the debate machine thought a lot last night, after all, Lian Yin's identity was there, and she gave items to herself privately, which was considered in the mouths of others, and it could be regarded as a private gift. If it doesn't make a good fuss, it will damage her reputation. So those paintings didn't come, and they should have been.

And today, when she brought all the paintings with her, he knew he was right.

For her good, and for the Buddha he recited, it is better not to let her come again in the future.

The debate was firm in his heart.

Lian Yin observed him, pondering his thoughts, "What if it's your faithful girl?" Will you persuade them not to come again? ”

"It's different." The argument retorted.

Legato asked, "What's the difference?" I'm your first faithful woman. ”

The debate was speechless. Which believer would be like her, open her mouth and close her mouth to call him "suppress the village", and always say something that only normal men and women say?

If she is a believer, she is also a believer who blasphemes the Buddha.

Amitabha......

The debate machine said a lot, but no matter how he said it, Lianyin had something to say back to him, and he was still short of words later, so he could only sigh and chant "Amitabha".

When Lian Yin was about to go back, the debater said, "Please ask the female benefactor to take these paintings back." ”

"Why?"

The debate machine said, "Poor monks are pure cultivators, and poor monks can't want these worldly scenes." ”

Lian Yin looked at him silently.

Can't you accept a painting of a vulgar scene? But didn't he already receive one?

However, Lian Yin didn't say it, and he was afraid that he would say it, so he immediately returned the painting to himself.

And the debate machine was actually very weak-minded, and after saying that, he also remembered the spring scene that was still hanging in the meditation room. It's just that he can't say anything about returning the painting.

The painting had been in his hands for many years, and he could see it day and night when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and he had long been accustomed to it, and he had a feeling that he could not give it up. This is contrary to the Great Dao Dharma, but he closed his eyes, ears, and heart, and pretended not to know.

He didn't say it, she didn't say it, and the two of them just got into the pattern that I knew but I didn't say, and I didn't want the other person to know that I knew.

In the end, Lian Yin still brought the thirteen volumes of paintings back to the Lu Guogong Mansion.

Cheng Zhijie happened to go back home first, looking at the pile of paintings, embarrassed and silent.

Lian Yin saw that he was generous and walked over directly, and said, "Daddy, the day I came back, I passed by your study and saw you hanging your daughter's paintings on the wall." ”

Cheng Zhijie: "......"

Lian Yin said, "Does Daddy think his daughter's painting is good?" ”

Cheng Zhijie stared at her a few times and nodded. How could his daughter's painting be bad?

Lian Yin smiled, "Since Daddy likes it so much, then give it all to Daddy." After speaking, Lu Qiba and Cheng Youcai, who commanded the paintings, presented the paintings to Cheng Zhijie.

Cheng Zhijie stared at the paintings, not knowing what to say for a while.

What's going on?

Later, Cheng Zhijie specially summoned Cheng Youcai to talk, "What's the matter?" Where did Ligato take the painting today? Why did you say this again when you came back? ”

Although Cheng Zhijie was guarding outside the pavilion and was not allowed to enter, his ear power was extraordinary, and he had long heard the conversation between Lianyin and the debate machine in the pavilion, and now that Cheng Zhijie asked, he naturally knew everything.

"Oh, so to speak, the monk also knows how to measure." Cheng Zhi nodded, so long as the monk was self-aware.

He thought that he would send his daughter into the palace and keep her away from the monk, and it would be good when her freshness had passed. But I didn't expect her freshness to never pass.

Cheng Zhijie was also worried, but he also knew that this was his daughter's, no wonder the monk, otherwise he would have taken the monk away.

Now that the monk knows how to measure, Lian Yin seems to be angry with the monk, and I just hope that Lian Yin is better to be angry and stop seeing the monk.

At night, he hung the painting of Lien back on the wall of the study, and enjoyed it while hanging. Her daughter's drawing skills are really better than every year......

No, wow, Lian Yin gave himself all the paintings that the monk did not accept. Wouldn't he have become a picker?

Cheng Zhijie suddenly became angry, he actually picked up a monk's tooth wisdom. How unreasonable!

***

Although the debate machine asked Lian Yin not to come to Huichang Temple again, he also knew that he couldn't persuade Lian Yin. If it can be dissuaded, I'm afraid it won't be legato anymore.

So he could only decide for himself, and when Lianyin came back, he wouldn't see her.

Sure enough, Lianyin came to Huichang Temple again on the second day. He didn't want to see it, but he had no choice but to say that he was a foot taller, but she was even more magically tall, and the direct excuse was that the believer came to listen to Zen, so he had to see it.