Shen Qingjun finished speaking without shame, and suddenly felt that he had no skin and no face, not like a lady, and his face suddenly turned red.

She tugged at her neckline, trying to drive away the irritation and shame, but the shame had already surged into her heart, and she couldn't stop it.

After listening to her speech, Xuan Yi seemed to be stunned. Although he usually looks like this, the sloppy gaze in the air still shows his sluggishness.

"Ahhh

She was about to run out of the door when she heard Xuan Yi call her: "Miss." ”

"What, what's the matter?" Shen Qingjun had already run to the door, but he stopped his steps. She stumbled a little, then clung to the doorframe to catch her breath.

"It is the rule for poor monks to have one meal a day and not eat at noon. The young lady should bring back the food box, so as not to spoil the food. ”

Shen Qingjun turned his head, looked at Xuanyi's body sitting upright, and snorted, "If you don't want to eat it, then let these pastries go bad! It's you who is wasted, not me." I don't think if the Buddha knew about your 'ruined things' problem, would he criticize you, and would he let you achieve positive results?"

After she finished speaking, she ran away with a smoke, Tsing Yi flashed, and she looked panicked.

Xuanyi didn't move, but his eyes turned around, slid to the food box on the side, he squinted and stared for a long time.

At last, I only heard a long sigh.

Hey—

At that end, Shen Qingjun panicked and ran into the small building where Shen's father usually handles business-Weiyang Building.

She accidentally tripped and almost fell with a blue nose and swollen face, but she could be regarded as coming back to her senses.

How did you get to this place?

Shen Qingjun patted his trouser legs, and was about to sneak away without being discovered by his father, when he suddenly heard two people talking in the library pavilion.

"Xuanyi, he ......"

Shen Qingjun sensitively captured the word "Xuanyi", and said that caring was chaotic, she didn't hesitate to sneak in, hid in the grass, and found out what the people in the library were talking about, why did his name appear?

"Thirteen years, thirteen years, I have not forgotten a single day. It was my father's voice, and it was rare to tremble.

The other person spoke softly, Shen Qingjun put his ear against the wall, and could only listen to it, "He's thirteen years old...... He's a smart kid...... Abandon the Red Dust Heart...... Help him ...... as soon as possible."

"You've worked hard. ”

Shen Qingjun couldn't tell who the other person's voice was, so he quietly stood on tiptoe, poked a hole in the paper window, and looked in.

The figures of two people were blocked by a row of bookshelves, and she could only be sure that the man in the purple robe was her father.

The other person, all white. Looking at the material, it seems to be Gebu.

Shen Qingjun thought about it and felt that the other person was the abbot of the truth.

It is not surprising that the abbot seems to have known his father for a long time, and his father was in business when he was young, and he traveled all over the world, and it is not unusual to know one or two monks.

What's more, the Jialan Temple is located in the homeland of their Shen family, which is even more forgivable.

But why, did the abbot talk to his father about "Xuanyi", and why did his father care about a little monk?

Thirteen years.

Xuanyi is exactly thirteen years old this year.

Could it be that my father has known "Xuanyi" for a long time?

No, it won't.

Shen Qingjun tried hard to listen, not wanting to think nonsense, but unfortunately the two of them in the library changed their words and began to talk about other things.

"I need you to do me a favor. Father said.

"Speak. ”

"Help me build a Buddha statue. ”

"Is there a time limit?"

"Five years, if I can do it within five years, I will ......"

Shen Qingjun was not interested in the conversation between the two, so he left stupidly. She hunched over and tiptoed until she had gone some distance before she patted her back and got back to her feet.

Although she didn't get any key information this time, she was uneasy, and always felt that there was a great secret inside.

Xuanyi......

What should I do with you?

You and my Shen family...... Does it matter?

Will you like me?

In your heart, is it possible for me to compare to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens?

Shen Qingjun felt that his eyes were a little sour, so he looked up at the sky, and his apricot eyes were wide open.

Ah, there is a cloud that looks like a nyorai. It's annoying!

Tsing Yi is no longer confident. The appearance of pretending in front of the monks is vulnerable.

After an hour, Bianzhen walked out of Shen Pingru's library pavilion. He walked through the winding verandah, walked past the lotus pond covered with dead leaves, walked past the Buddhist hall, and came to the side room.

He pushed open the half-hidden door, somewhat surprised that he did not hear the sound of the scriptures.

I saw that Xuanyi was still in the room, his posture was upright, sitting upright like a pine, and a string of red Buddha beads in his hand was shining very brightly, but his expression was a little strange.

His eyes were open, but he didn't know where he was looking, like some man with an eye disease, his eyes were dull.

"Xuanyi. Argument called.

Xuan's eyes moved, and he looked at Bianzhen, "Ah, Abbot, you're back!"

"Xuanyi, you are restless. What happened?"

“...... I," Genichi paused for a moment, and finally "nothing happened."

Bianzhen looked around the room and found a brown-red snack box, he shook his head and said, "The girl from the Shen family has been here." The tone is affirmative.

Xuanyi was silent.

Defend the truth and open the first layer of the food box. The pale pink pastries are spread all over the place, the appearance is round, the skin on the outside looks very soft and glutinous, and the white powder is dotted, and there may be a lot of frosting.

"Xuanyi, what is this?"

Xuanyi's dark eyes turned to look into the food box," she said...... It is plum blossom cake. ”

"Will you eat it?"

Xuanyi shook his head and replied somewhat mechanically: "One meal a day, no food after lunch." It's the rule. ”

"Okay, since you don't eat it, let's put it at the door. So said the truth.

Xuanyi stood up, took the food box, and walked to the door. He placed the food box in the open space of the courtyard, turned around, and closed the door without looking.

"Xuanyi, you read the Heart Sutra to me. I meditate with you. "Argue the truth and say.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.

The color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color; Color is emptiness, emptiness is color; The same is true of what you want to do.

......”

On the second day, the girl of the Shen family ran to the side room early in the morning, but only saw the brown-red food box abandoned in the courtyard.

She opened the lid and looked.

Plum blossom cake is a lot, just ...... It's all hard.

Shen Qingjun smiled bitterly.

Why does the figure in the door always look so far away?

Xuanyi.

Azhu.

She called softly twice. I hope to get closer.