He stood up, trying to shake her up. It was too far to go back, and he was counting on her to send him back. The moment the hand was about to touch her body, it quickly retracted.

Never mind.

Let her sleep.

Afraid that she would catch a cold, he got up and carefully checked the window, and found that it was tightly closed. He reached over to make sure that no wind was leaking in, and then slowly sat back.

Then I drank one sip at a time.

A man quietly drank the rest of the wine.

I can't tell if it's plum wine, which is delicious.

Or because she brewed it herself.

He loves to drink.

I can't afford to waste a drop.

He thought that he could be a good monk in his life, keep the precepts, and share his points in peace. Who would have thought that met her. He has become a bad monk, and he has committed one offense after another. Last time, I drank a lot of osmanthus wine, and now I drink a lot of green plum wine.

He guessed she probably liked the color green.

This time it's a green dress again.

His gaze swept over the pear wood hairpin between her sideburns, and he looked away, then stared at the hairpin for a long time. I suddenly wondered if I would leave something to remember if we didn't see each other after that.

Think so.

He's like he's gone mad.

Plucked her hairpin.

Hide carefully.

Pretend to sit down calmly.

My heart is about to pop out of my throat.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid that she will wake up suddenly and catch him who is stealing, and I'm afraid that she will question him fiercely.

OK...... She slept deeply.

I originally thought that such a shining woman would not like him anything, but now I feel even more that I won't. What is the difference between his appearance and a wicked person with evil intentions?

Ordinary people who do this kind of thing will be handed over to the government for questioning.

What's more, he is a cultivator of Buddhism.

He defiled the Buddha's door.

The more he thought about it, the more heavy he felt, and he didn't have the face to stay any longer. So he stood up again, found a thick coat from the room, and draped it lightly over her.

And then.

Leave.

In the boundless night, the little monk was running.

Extremely fast.

He was worried that he would go back late and be found out by other people in the temple and not be able to explain. I'm also worried that she wakes up and finds that she's lost something and catches up with her.

He's on the run.

Also escaping.

Escape the pursuit she may have coming.

Escape from the unspeakable feelings in your heart.

He's running fast.

I've never run so fast in my life.

Let sweat soak through your clothes.

Sore legs and numb feet.

When I got back to the mountain, it was still dark and the whole world was asleep. He sneaked back to the room, hid the hairpin in his arms, re-read the Yuanjue Sutra, and after reading the whole scripture, he changed into a clean monk's robe and lay down.

The mood is still not calm.

He is a Buddha.

Buddhas rarely descend the mountain.

Occasionally, I did some chores in the mountains, and most of my time was spent studying the Dharma. Over the years, he has read all the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he has read the Yuanjue Sutra no less than three times just now.

He could understand what obscure scriptures were conveying, and he knew countless Buddhist allusions.

But I don't understand her.

There are three thousand Dharmas.

I can't cross myself.

He decided not to be a Buddhist cultivator anymore.

He wants to do martial arts.

Martial arts can go down the mountain to practice, walk the world with the mastery inherited in the temple, and eliminate violence and peace.

He came down the mountain and might meet her.

Take a look at the sea of people.

That's enough.

Invite Xing slept for a long time and had a long sweet dream. When I woke up the next day, the sun was warm and red. She tore off her thick clothes, and smiled like a breeze through the forest, "What a caring little monk." ”

It must have been put on by him.

She found that her hair was very loose, and she touched it around her head with her hand, but she didn't find the hairpin, and she searched around the table, but she still didn't see it. Then he lowered his head and searched the ground several times. Why is it gone?

Turned out?

Never mind.

Throw it away, you lose it.

It doesn't matter.

It's not worth remembering.