After everything was in order, Wang Fuling left Jichun and went up the mountain alone, and went to Guiyuan Temple to send the clothes to Xuanye by hand.

Entering through the side door, Wang Fuling found the place where she was hiding something, and was about to take the clothes, but suddenly stopped.

She has always been a careful person, and when she left the cloth bag here yesterday, she deliberately looked at the swing, and the cloth bag should be facing the cornerstone stone pillar. Now the cloth bag was not in its place, and the knot on it was not made yesterday.

It seems that someone has already discovered this thing, and the people in Guiyuan Temple are all Xuanye, and the monk Yomona already knows about it.

Wang Fuling didn't think so, she knew it, what else could she do?

If she didn't vent her dissatisfaction in her heart, the stinky monk would think she was a bully, let her wash her clothes today, and I'm afraid she would wash her mattress tomorrow.

Taking out the clothes, shaking out the nettles and throwing them aside, Wang Fuling wrapped her hands around her sleeves, dragged the clothes and walked into the backyard of Guiyuan Temple, and stopped in front of the door of the Xuanye room.

Xuan Qi waited in front of the door, and when he saw Wang Fuling coming, he was stunned at first, and then knocked on the door of the wing.

"Master, the girl of the Han family is here."

The man in the room answered, "Let her in..."

Only then did Xuan Qi gently push the door open, and bowed to Wang Fuling: "Donor, please come in." ”

Wang Fuling went in with her clothes in her hands, and Xuan Qi's eyes kept wandering on the clothes.

She saw it in her eyes, and walked in without showing her face.

Xuan Ye stood by the table by the window, holding a pen, not knowing what he was drawing.

Wang Fuling was unceremonious, threw his clothes on his couch, and walked over to see what he had painted.

If you don't look at it, you can see that Wang Fuling was really startled, and he painted an allusion to Buddhism, telling the story of "cutting meat and feeding eagles" when Shakyamuni practiced.

Wang Fuling had heard of this allusion for a long time, and what surprised her was Xuanye's attainments in painting, and few men painted such delicate and realistic paintings. The second is the skill of composition, which is to grasp the reality and the reality appropriately, and the portrayal is lifelike.

"I never thought that the master would have such talent."

He only smiled, stopped what he was doing, and put the pen aside: "If you have nothing to do, draw a few strokes to pass the time." ”

Wang Fuling despised him in his heart, the monk didn't meditate and chant the scriptures, what kind of elegance did he pretend?

"Master is so interested, the clothes you asked me to wash yesterday were brought to you, and they were placed on the couch."

He glanced at it casually, then retracted his senses, and kept silent about the clothes, but instead told Wang Fuling about his paintings: "In your opinion, what kind of behavior does Shakyamuni do to cut meat and feed it to eagles? ”

Wang Fuling has one thing to say: "Extremely stupid, the parents of the body and skin, Shakyamuni is an ignorant and selfish person. ”

I thought that Xuan Ye would talk to her about the Buddha's principles of purifying all sentient beings, but I didn't want him to nod and say, "You are right, and the poor monks also think so." Right now, there is an evil eagle here from the poor monk, she has a vicious mind, and it is not the same as the one that Shi Shazun met, she really wants to eat my flesh and drink my blood. According to the benefactor's opinion, what should the poor monk do to her? ”

Who he wanted to refer to in his words, Wang Fuling really knew it very well.

"The master is a disciple of Buddhism, so naturally he should take Shakyamuni as an example, he cuts meat and feeds the eagle, and you follow suit, can you not imagine that the evil eagle will suddenly wake up?"

Xuan Ye shook his head: "It's a pity that the poor monk has not yet cultivated to the realm of Shakyamuni, and he does not have the compassion of Shakyamuni, so he wants to teach that evil eagle a lesson." ”

Wang Fuling was stunned: "Lesson? What lesson does the Master intend to teach her? ”

"When I think about it..."Xuan Ye really thought carefully, and looked at Wang Fuling after a while: "I see that the donor's body is thin, and he should exercise, it just so happens that the water tank in the temple has bottomed out today, you might as well go and fetch water to fill it." In this way, it can strengthen the body, and it helps the poor monk again. ”

Wang Fuling was angry: "Why should I help you? ”

He frowned, looking very embarrassed: "The poor monk didn't think clearly about what kind of explanation he wanted to give to the Han family, and the result depends on your performance......

Sure enough, she had to bow her head under the eaves, and Xuan Ye took her to death, which really made her helpless.

Wang Fuling regretted very much agreeing to come to Guiyuan Temple, where is this temple, it is clearly purgatory! This stinky monk is not a monk, he is clearly a demon in purgatory!

But what can she do?

"What the master said is reasonable, my body is a little weaker, just practice it."

With a look of charity, he pointed to the side of the door: "There is a bucket behind the doorpost, and it is bothering the donor." ”

Wang Fuling barely squeezed out a smile: "The master is so thoughtful..."

He didn't laugh.

Although Wang Fuling had already scolded thousands of times in her heart, she had to pick up the barrel from the past, open the door angrily and leave.

Xuan Qi couldn't help but tremble when he saw her angry appearance, a woman really couldn't be provoked.

Wang Fuling came to the well again, and after honestly fetching a bucket of water, he felt that it was really laborious, so he simply stopped moving, and stood there as a stake.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and the voices of several men were heard above, and Wang Fuling stretched out his head to look and saw that it was several monks in the Guiyuan Temple.

The four or five of them were talking and laughing, and they were very leisurely.

This made Wang Fuling even more depressed, why didn't the monks in the temple do the work in the Guiyuan Temple, but let her do it?

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and when she saw the monks approaching her, she suddenly had a plan.

If Xuanye wants to rectify her, she will rectify the monks in the temple to see who can't stand anyone more.

"You guys! Stop me! Wang Fuling shouted at them and walked over in a hurry.

The monks were all at a loss, not knowing what Wang Fuling wanted to do.

One of the white-faced monks bowed to her and asked, "I wonder what the donor has to say?" ”

Wang Fuling unceremoniously pointed to the wooden bucket by the well, and replied to him confidently: "Take the bucket to fetch water and fill the water tank in the temple." ”

The white-faced monk was even more dazed: "This... The master specially explained that we can't help. ”

This stinky monk is weird and thoughtful, but she Wang Fuling is not a vegetarian.

She asked the monks, "It's okay if you want me to quit, but you have to tell me the Dharma name." ”

Several monks looked at each other and answered her.

In fact, Wang Fuling didn't remember any of what they said, but pretended that I had already written it down: "Okay, I know, now you go find a wooden bucket to fetch water for me." If anyone doesn't go, I will go to Master Xuanye to complain, and say that you have evil intentions and are trying to be powerless against me! ”

The white-faced little monk was anxious: "The donor will spare us, it is really not easy for me to practice for several years, and I must not ruin my reputation." ”

Paying off her reputation, she doesn't say anything about a woman in a family, and the monk is more particular than her.