"I'm really just kidding." Ah Zhao waved his hand.

Zhan Ming looked at her.

Ah Zhao thought for a moment and said, "In this way, I will give you all these scriptures." Master, you ...... How about reciting the scriptures for me for half an hour every day and then making me a pot of tea? ”

Zhan Ming said with a smile: "The precious scriptures of the poor monk are inevitably too easy. ”

"No, no." Ah Zhao shook his head.

"I'm happy to buy a lot of money. I think it's worth it. ”

Ah Zhao looked at Zhan Ming seriously: "Master, you are in good shape." ”

Zhan Ming couldn't help laughing: "Lord Ah Zhao is right. ”

"Well, let's start today."

Zhan Ming got up and began to cook tea.

He is good-looking, and his demeanor is even more first-class.

Ah Zhao held his chin and watched Zhan Ming's action of making tea, and only felt that no matter where it was, it was very pleasing to the eye.

She even thought that such a person, even if it was a glass of poisoned wine handed over later, she was afraid that she would be able to drink it in one gulp.

Beauty misleads people, alas, beauty misleads people.

Soon, a cup of tea with a faint and cold fragrance was handed to Ah Zhao.

Zhan Ming said with a smile: "The snow left by Lord Zhao yesterday is still there, Zhan Ming borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, please don't blame." ”

Of course, Ah Zhao will not blame.

Seeing her holding the teacup, Zhan Ming also picked up a scroll of scriptures and recited it softly.

Zhan Ming actually doesn't need to read these Buddhist classics at all, he has memorized them since he was a child, and he has long memorized them.

Ah Zhao was unconsciously attracted to the past.

Zhan Ming is indeed a very Buddha-like person, she thought.

If he wasn't the male protagonist and Ah Zhao didn't need to do the task, she might admire such a master.

“…… The relics are the dharma of all emptiness, which is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. It's colorless ...... in the air."

Ah Zhao slowly put down the teacup in his hand and listened intently to his recitation.

When Zhan Ming finished reading a paragraph and stopped, he saw Ah Zhao's fascinate look.

He couldn't help laughing: "Lord Ah Zhao always said that he was a layman, and according to the poor monks, he was destined for my Buddha. ”

Ah Zhao came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't." I yearn for Yunjin clothes, high beds and soft pillows, and jade plates. Even if you have a great fate with your Buddha, you can only give it up. ”

Zhan Ming shook his head helplessly, and began to continue.

After Fang Cai's interruption, the mysterious and mysterious realm that Ah Zhao felt before was gone.

She looked at Ah Zhao, and the moonlight poured down and sprinkled in the courtyard.

Ah Zhao thought that the bright moon in the sky was also eccentric. Otherwise, there are so many things in this courtyard, why is it that only the person in front of him, Zhan Ming, seems to be glowing all over his body?

Maybe her gaze was too straightforward.

Zhan Ming opened his eyes helplessly and looked at her: "Master Azhao, what are you doing looking at the poor monk like this?" ”

Ah Zhao reasoned: "Master, you are not sincere. ”

"What do you mean?"

She began to talk nonsense again: "You monks, let it be safe from external objects. Even if there is a magic sound in the ears, all kinds of temptations, you should not move. I just glanced at you, and you couldn't bear it, isn't it insincere? ”

Zhan Ming thought for a while, and bowed to Ah Zhao with a respectful expression: "Ah Zhao's donor said well, it's that I can't practice at home." ”

Zhao: "......"

She looked at Zhan Ming's serious appearance, and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm just talking nonsense." ”

Zhan Ming smiled gently: "The donor has a wisdom root. But there is great wisdom in talking nonsense. ”