Every time she comes here, Jiang Xiaorou wants to stay.

If you live in such a pure land all your life, how happy it would be!

But she will also work hard to create her own pure land.

Don't look at Jiang Xiaorou, who will be 27 years old soon, her enthusiasm for the future is still like that of a college student who has just left society.

At this age, many girls will lose their enthusiasm and motivation for the future.

But Jiang Xiaorou hasn't yet, she is still full of confidence.

Energetic to find the registration office, Jiang Xiaorou saw that the volunteers were all elderly uncles and aunts. They probably came here just to do good.

Jiang Xiaorou is very young in it, and an aunt saw her and asked her curiously why she came to Buddhism as a volunteer at such a young age.

"It's a different kind of life, and I love it." Jiang Xiaorou replied with a smile.

"It's really rare, you are so young and still like the Dharma, you are a good girl!" Aunt praised her happily.

Jiang Xiaorou smiled embarrassedly, in fact, she came here just to realize her dream.

But this dream will be indescribable for a while, and she doesn't need to say it.

After reporting for duty, Jiang Xiaorou was assigned a room, but she found that everyone else was a room for several people, but she was alone.

"The front wings are full, and because you are the last to report your name, you have rearranged a small single room for you, no problem, right?" The staff in charge of settling them asked.

In such a large temple, it is actually better for everyone to stay together at night.

Therefore, a single room for one person is a bad arrangement.

"No problem." Jiang Xiaorou shook her head, anyway, she was used to living alone.

And the safety factor here must be very high, as long as you don't meet that good~ colorless master!

After settling down, Jiang Xiaorou went to tidy up her room.

The wings of Beishan Temple are very unique, and they are all in Chinese style. The furnishings in the room are also very simple, a wood-colored wooden bed, a wood-colored table, and a wood-colored wardrobe are gone.

Jiang Xiaorou hung up all the clothes she brought, laid out the quilt, and found that she didn't need to do anything.

The room was cleaned and clean, it was a clean window.

There was even a small white vase on the table with an unknown white flower in it.

The flowers are verdant, with a few white, small and small flowers hanging from them.

This flower adorns this simple wing.

Jiang Xiaorou was in a very good mood when she saw it. She stepped forward to study it carefully, and felt that it was like an orchid.

Just as she was about to look up what kind of flower it was, a little monk walked in with a tray.

Jiang Xiaorou let out a voice in surprise, "Little Master, is it you?" ”

Isn't this the little monk who led her way when she listened to Master Hongyi's lecture at that time?

The little monk obviously remembered her too, put down the things, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, female benefactor, we meet again." ”

"yes, what a coincidence. Little Master, I don't know what to call you? ”

The little monk was a little shy, and his appearance was also very delicate, he said embarrassedly: "The poor monk's law name is Yuantong, you can call me Yuantong." ”

"Yuantong?!" Jiang Xiaorou laughed, isn't this the name of the courier.

"Little Master Yuantong, how old are you, why did you become a monk here?" Jiang Xiaorou asked curiously.