“…… Take refuge in the Buddha, two-legged. Convert to the law and leave the desire. Take refuge in the Sangha, the most respected of all. Take refuge in the Buddha and not fall into hell......"

Before he could reach the door, Ah Zhao heard the sound of chanting.

Listen to the voice, it should be a young monk.

What he was reading Ah Zhao couldn't understand, the only thing she could hear was that this monk's voice was very good.

Like a breeze, soft and elegant; Such as Kunshan jade pendant, suddenly moving.

He didn't know what scriptures he read, but it seemed to have a strange magic. Ah Zhao lay by the door and listened, and he was stupid for a while.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already passed through the closed door and entered the inner room.

This house is in the same style as the courtyard outside.

It's very simple and unpretentious.

Except for a bed, a wooden table, two stools, and a green cloth futon on the ground, there was no superfluous business.

At this moment, on the green cloth futon, a person is kneeling on it.

It was from his mouth that the mysterious scriptures were recited.

Obviously, this is also a monk.

However, he is not an ordinary monk.

If you want to say that something is unusual, if you want Ah Zhao to say, it is probably that he is a particularly good-looking monk.

In fact, she stood behind the monk and did not see his face.

But Ah Zhao is sure in his heart that this must be a monk who is as clear as the moon and as leisurely as the breeze.

He didn't seem to notice that there was an extra person behind him, no, it should be a ghost.

With such an unhurried and pious gesture, he quietly finished reciting the scriptures, and then slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

"The benefactor listened to the poor monk reciting this scripture for a long time, but he was a rare person with a calm heart."

He turned his head and met Ah Zhao's eyes.

Both of them were stunned.

Ah Zhao was shocked that when she heard the monk's voice and saw his back, she expected that this person should be a rare romantic figure in the world.

But when she really saw him turn around and really meet the pair of eyes that were gentle and seemed to contain all things, she felt that her imagination was still lacking.

The monk was amazed that the person standing behind him and listening to the scriptures for a long time was actually a female benefactor.

He folded his hands and performed a Buddhist ritual towards Ah Zhao: "Amitabha, the poor monk Zhan Ming, the female benefactor is polite." ”

It turned out that his name was Zhan Ming.

But it is very much in harmony with him.

Can he even see himself?

Ah Zhao was amazed, but when he looked at those eyes full of transparent wisdom, he felt that it was normal for him to see himself.

She came back to her senses and bowed back with his movements: "Master is polite." ”

Ah Zhao could feel Zhan Ming's eyes softening at him.

It's not the way a man looks at a woman.

This is the eyes of a monk who looks at everything in the world.

He looked at the futon at his feet, and he also looked at it with such a gentle and tolerant gaze.

People, birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, plants, and trees are no different from him.

"Female donor, this is the inner courtyard of Buddhism, you shouldn't come, so as not to collide."

Ah Zhao smiled: "I also don't think I should come, but master, you take a closer look at me." ”

When Zhan Ming heard this, he glanced at her carefully, and a trace of surprise appeared between his eyebrows.

"If the female benefactor is concerned, why should she come to the courtyard of the poor monk?" Zhan Ming asked.

As soon as he said this, Ah Zhao knew that he saw that he was not alive.

She smiled bitterly and sighed: "This is also, I want to ask the master." ”

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6 more finishes.

I was still thinking about whether this title would be harmonized, and I was apprehensive, but it was okay.

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