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In the meditation room presided over by Hannyaji Temple

Master Void, who had been in retreat since he saw Gu Qingjin's winning lottery, suddenly opened his eyes that had been in retreat for two days, took out his turtle shell for divination from his sleeve, threw it gently, and quickly jumped up from the futon after seeing the hexagram displayed by the turtle shell on the ground.

When he opened the door and saw the little disciple who was sweeping in the courtyard, he tidied up his clothes unhurriedly, and said to the disciple who was working hard with his back to him: "Ring name, you go to your Uncle Jingchen's residence and call Uncle Jingchen to this host, this master has been in retreat for two days, and I want to discuss it with your Uncle Jingchen." ”

Jieming, who was working seriously, heard the sound of the door opening behind him and was about to turn around and salute, but unexpectedly heard the voice of the host, immediately put down the broom in his hand, and said respectfully to the void: "Yes, host, the disciple will go and invite Uncle Jingchen to come over." With that, he trotted out.

Seeing the figure of the disciple running out in a hurry, he nodded emptyly, returned to the meditation room, and sat cross-legged on the futon to meditate and participate in meditation.

After a while, the door of the meditation room was opened, and the disciple whose Dharma name was called Jieming pushed the door and walked in and opened his mouth to the empty man who was meditating with his eyes closed: "Presiding, the disciple just went to Uncle Jingchen, but the disciple didn't see Uncle Jingchen, but only saw the vigilance beside Uncle Jingchen, and the disciple told the disciple that Uncle Xiao got up in the morning and went to the back mountain, and the disciple had to convey the host's words to Uncle Jingchen, and the disciple promised the disciple that as soon as Uncle Jingchen came back, he would convey your words to Uncle Jingchen." ”

Hearing the words of the ring name, he slowly opened his eyes and said calmly to the name of the ring: "Okay, this host knows, you can go!" ”

Hearing the empty words, the ring name bowed slightly, turned around and closed the door and walked out.

After the empty figure went out, he put his hands together and chanted to the Buddha beads in his hands: "Amitabha-" His eyes swept the turtle shells scattered on the ground, and he sighed in his heart, after all, he couldn't stop it!

The fate is the catastrophe, and the catastrophe is the fate. Fate is a catastrophe, a source of robbery.

That day, when he saw the lottery won by the female benefactor, he had some understanding, and it took two days of retreat to find out this realization, and this morning he finally got something, and calculated that the catastrophe of Jingchen Hao Ran was today, so he hurriedly went out, wanting to let this disciple who was the most proud and the most Buddha bone escape this catastrophe through his own intervention. It's not that he doesn't know that the Buddha said that he should go with the flow, this is not what he should intervene in, but he still couldn't help but make a move, but he didn't expect that Jingchen had already rushed to that catastrophe, it was really destiny! It's a pity for this disciple with deep Buddha bones.

But what kind of calamity is not good, why is it a love calamity?

Throughout the ages, how many outstanding Buddhist disciples have been ruined in this calamity, and even more have fallen into the devil's path!

However, nothing can match the word providence, what should have been met has already been met, and he often has the direction of the back mountain, even if it is now in the past, it can no longer be stopped, so let's go with the will of heaven, I hope this disciple can investigate this catastrophe.

Back Mountain

When Qing Jin came back to his senses from the amazement of this peach blossom, he saw the obsessive eyes of the mandarin duck under the peach blossom tree, and a white figure, wait, a white figure?

She always knew that the mandarin duck was behind her, but when did this white figure come? Qing Jin moved his puzzled gaze, only to see a young monk in a monk's robe standing there quietly, Qing Jin couldn't help but breathe when he saw the monk's face, what kind of monk is this, obviously he is just wearing the simplest white monk's robe, but his body exudes an otherworldly holy light, he is really an unusually good-looking monk, people can't help but want to bow and worship.

This kind of grace and bearing, among the people she knows, only Long Hanyuan in the previous life can be compared, but Long Hanyuan and the person in front of him are two completely different auras: Long Hanyuan is proud of the dignity of the world, but this person is indifferent to all beings, the former makes people afraid, and the latter makes people close.

Just looking at him like this makes people feel that their hearts are clear and their spiritual platforms are empty.

The world is independent, and the whole world is alone. With such a bearing and elegance, how can he be a monk? Qing Jin was a little puzzled and pity.

The young monk in the snow-white monk's robe saw the question in the eyes of the woman in red under the tree, and the person stood next to the peach blossom tree and did not move, but spoke in the direction of Gu Qingjin: "Amitabha, the poor monk Shui Jingchen, accidentally passed by here, and saw the female benefactor in the peach forest dancing with the peach blossoms, and couldn't bear to disturb for a while, stopped to watch, but didn't expect to disturb the female benefactor, the poor monk was rude." The white-clothed holy monk spoke apologetically to Gu Qingjin.

"Water mirror dust? Are you Shui Jingchen? Gu Qingjin automatically ignored Shui Jingchen's words, and asked with interest when she heard the Dharma number reported by the white-clothed holy monk.

"Female donor, poor monk Shui Jingchen." The white-clothed holy monk replied patiently.

"Girl, girl, we actually saw Shui Jingchen, the legendary genius Zen master!" The mandarin duck next to him said excitedly to Qing Jin.

Gu Qingjin glanced at the mandarin duck who was nervously excited, should she not be such a nymphomaniac, of course she knew that this was Shui Jingchen, although this monk was very eager to turn home, but this was in public, besides, Shui Jingchen was a master and a monk, at this moment she really didn't want to admit that the mandarin duck was her maid.

turned around and said apologetically to Shui Jingchen in front of him: "I'm sorry, the maid at home hasn't seen any big scenes, offended...... You...... Masters. "But can you, a monk, not look so good?

Shui Jingchen didn't know what Gu Qingjin was slandering in his heart at this time, and calmly and indifferently said to Gu Qingjin's master and servant, "It's the poor monk who disturbed the two female benefactors." ”

Female benefactor? Is this what she and Mandarin Ducks are called? How does it feel like the classic name of Tang Xuanzang in Journey to the West when he meets a monster, Qing Jin is a little entangled.

Shui Jingchen saw the tangled expression of the woman in red opposite, a little unclear, paused, and said softly, "Is there anything unspeakable about the female benefactor?" ”

Qing Jin heard his question, his eyes were on Shui Jingchen's calm and transparent eyes, and he was once again amazed by Shui Jingchen's human-like appearance, he was slightly stunned, retracted his consciousness in a half sound, and hesitated to speak: "That, can you not call it...... I...... Female benefactor? "It feels like a female goblin who wants to kidnap Tang Seng in Journey to the West, and the water mirror dust in front of her is definitely longer than Tang Xuanzang......

Hearing Qing Jin's words, the white-clothed and holy Shui Jingchen was slightly stunned, obviously Qing Jin's suddenly changed topic was too curved.

Seeing the beautiful monk opposite, Gu Qingjin suddenly smiled and continued to speak: "You can call me Gu ...... Gu Shizhu. ”