In fact, there are very few people who can read the scriptures nowadays, and few outsiders take the initiative to read them except for the children of the Buddhist family. 35xs The woman usually has a lot of things in her spare time, and she is too lazy to read these complicated, lengthy and boring scriptures. And it seems that the woman in front of her is the same as Gao Yang, she is a person in the palace. Dressing up is not just an ordinary slave.

Aristocratic women, in addition to being really demure to the bones, such as the five princesses in the palace, will really copy scriptures and practice calligraphy. The rest rarely read the scriptures.

The debater thought that the strange woman in front of her was just curious about these scriptures that had never been published, and did not think that after she entered the room, she went directly to the side that had not yet been translated.

The debate machine reminded loudly: "Donor, it should be this side." He pointed to the translation on the other side.

Wen Qingwu turned his head and looked at the debate machine suspiciously, "Isn't this a scripture?" ”

"It's Sanskrit that hasn't been translated yet."

"Oh, that's it." Wen Qingwu nodded to the debate machine, and then looked back at the pile of bamboo slips of Sanskrit. I picked up the top roll and opened it.

Then I took a serious look.

The debate machine was surprised, looked at Wen Qingwu's back, opened his mouth, and his lips were closed, "Donor...... Do you know Sanskrit? ”

"A little." Wen Qingwu didn't look back and replied softly. Her eyes were on the bamboo roll in her hand. The text is still very clear, there is no moth-eaten or rotten, and the words are clear and precious.

She suddenly remembered her father.

Before my father died in battle, he always liked to collect antiquities. It's not a specific kind of antiquity.

It's all sorts of weird things that will be collected. In the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, the original scriptures retrieved from Tianzhu, if my father could get them, he would be so happy that he couldn't sleep at night. Wen Qingwu thought, rolled up the bamboo roll in his hand, and continued to look down.

The woman in front of her continued to look at the Sanskrit scriptures. Will it be a little? Being able to read the scriptures is not something that can be done at all.

He glanced at Wen Qingwu deeply, then withdrew his gaze and asked no more. He picked up the brush in his hand and continued to write.

Now it's a lot easier to pick up the pen and write. I don't know when my stiff hands warmed up, even the table was warm, and the arms resting on top of me also felt the heat.

The debater narrowed his eyes and glanced at the charcoal basin at his feet.

After tossing for a long time, Gao Yang was also sleepy. At this point on weekdays, she should take a lunch break after dinner. Although I didn't have a meal today, I couldn't resist the sleepiness that hit me for a while, and I was so tired that I couldn't do it. He yawned and fell asleep on the table.

He withdrew his gaze from looking at the charcoal basin and looked at Gao Yang, who was lying on his stomach opposite. After a moment, he lowered his head and continued to write.

The door to the meditation room was uncrowned, and the cold wind outside blew in and rolled up the hem of her skirt that was dragging on the floor. 35xs

The debater who was writing suddenly put down his pen and got up and walked towards the door. Gently closed the door of the meditation room.

Get back to your seat. When passing by the charcoal basin, he lowered himself and gently pulled the charcoal basin to the side. Then he returned to his seat expressionlessly, sat down and continued to write.

But Gao Yang still woke up coldly. She hugged her arms, yawned, and glanced at the debate machine in a daze, and then found that Wen Qingwu was still standing in Fang Cai's position and looked at the bamboo scroll in her hand without moving. It's like standing still.

"Mei Niang, are you cold?" Gao Yang asked, yawning again. The eyes are red, and I don't know if I am cold or sleepy.

Hearing the voice, Wen Qingwu didn't look back, still looking at the bamboo roll in his hand, and said softly, "If it's cold, I'll ask someone to get you a piece of clothing." ”

"No clothes." She replied, "I want to eat." ”

"I brought a jar of plum wine, do you want to eat it?" Gao Yang asked.

Wen Qingwu turned around and saw Gao Yang looking at him with a look of hope, "Eat and eat, I'll let someone take it." I'm too cold. ”

Wen Qingwu was noncommittal and looked at the debate machine. After all, they are monks, and it doesn't matter if they eat or not, it seems a bit too much to eat next to him.

"Then ......" Wen Qingwu wanted to say that let's go out to eat, but before the words could be spoken, he listened to the defense machine, "It's okay." Eat if you want, don't disturb me translating the scriptures. ”

"Howler!" Gao Yang happily ran out of the meditation room.

instructed his slave to go and bring the plum wine he had brought, and then took it back and put it in front of Wen Qingwu.

The two poured their wine and began to drink each other.

It is better to say that it is a one-sided confrontation with Gaoyang. She raised her glass to Wen Qingwu and drank, and then kept smashing her mouth and muttering deliciously.

Wen Qingwu was not so interested. This wine is fruity, but not much. She sat cross-legged on a futon, drinking with Gao Yang.

Although the smell of sake is not strong, it is still sake anyway.

But after a few bites, my body really warmed up.

The aroma of wine fills the room, with a hint of sweet plum. Coupled with Gao Yang's smacking voice, Shengsheng ate this jar of plum wine into a rare delicacy in the world.

The aroma is so tempting, especially on a cold day.

The debate machine sniffed, looked up, and saw Wen Qingwu handing over a glass of wine.

"He doesn't eat alcohol." Gao Yang said on the side, and after speaking, he smashed his mouth. Savoring the taste of the wine, "Not bad, it's really delicious." ”

"Amitabha, the monk is a monk, abstain from eating alcohol and meat." He raised one hand, stood upright, and bent over at Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu also withdrew his hand, and directly put the cup in his hand in front of the debate machine, "Among the five precepts of the monks, only wine is the precept. If you have a firm mind and are dedicated to the Buddha, it doesn't hurt to eat a little wine. She said in a faint voice, as if it was a common thing for a monk to eat wine.

But for Wen Qingwu, it is indeed a normal thing.

This faint tone somehow reminded the debater of his master. When the master was admonishing himself, he seemed to have such an indifferent tone.

But Master has seen through the red dust and seen countless facts before he can speak in such a tone.

What did she go through?

"Lay disciples, outside the red dust. Out of the red dust, you have to abide by the rules other than the red dust. Covering the vows is also a vow, and it should be a vow. The debate machine looked at Wen Qingwu and returned to piousness.

Wen Qingwu listened to the words of the debate, took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, and then turned his head to look at him, "When did you become a monk?" ”

The debate machine listened to Wen Qingwu's words, and thought for a while, "I entered Buddhism when I remembered, and I was ordained a monk at the age of fifteen." After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Qingwu with some doubts. It didn't seem to understand why she was asking.

Wen Qingwu took another sip of the wine glass in his hand, "In this way, you have always been in the Buddhist sect." ”

The debater nodded, "That's it." ”

"So you have never entered the red dust. I haven't even entered the red dust, how can I talk about the red dust? Wen Qingwu said, placing the wine glass in his hand on the table.