Mu Jiu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks to clip the noodles, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he blew it twice casually and put it in his mouth, and his mouth was suddenly full of fragrance, and he instantly felt that his soul was soothed.

"Mingguang, you are really too virtuous, do you lack a little junior sister? There is no distinction between men and women who shave their heads, and the little junior brother is also successful, with your craft, I definitely don't have to worry about starving to death. ”

Mingguang chuckled, his delicate face was kind and gentle, and his eyes were kind: "You just want to treat the poor monk as a free cook." ”

"Ahem, don't call me so tasteless." Mu Jiu straightened her expression, she was serious, and she didn't know that she thought she was going to say something serious to prove it, but she heard her say: "In addition to being a cook, you can also be eye-catching, how can I bend my waist just for food, and beauty must not be missing." ”

Mingguang smiled: "The donor is really true temperament." ”

Mu Jiu's expression was stinky: "This is my biggest advantage, of course, in addition to the first time, I have many advantages, and you will definitely earn it by letting me be a junior brother." ”

Mingguang's eyes fell on Mu Jiu's face lightly and softly, with the transparency of seeing through everything: "Your Yintang is red but not red, the tails of your eyes are raised, your eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and there is a clear luster in your eyes. ”

Mu Jiu was almost stuck in a mouthful of noodles, Hongluan Xingdong? What the heck?

"I explained that Master Guang, you are a monk, and it is your duty to chant sutras and transform the fate of all sentient beings, so it's okay to learn from those Taoist priests what faces? Don't you know that the heavenly secret can't be revealed? ”

Red Luan Star Movement? Xiao Junshu? That's called crooked peach blossom, what does it have to do with her?

Mingguang's tone was light: "Master doesn't know the avenue of Buddhism, knows the way to come, and breaks off his life, the poor monk has just learned some fur, where can he be called a heavenly machine?" It doesn't hurt to talk about it. ”

Mu Jiu gave him a roll of his eyes: "Then please shut up, I don't like to hear it." ”

The clear and clean black eyes fell on Mu Jiu, he still failed to contain everything in his eyes like Master Yuan, but he had transparency and clarity beyond the world: "The donor is evading, and the poor monk doesn't know what can make an open-minded person like Mu Shizhu unwilling to face it, but the donor should also know that no matter how to escape, some things will eventually have to be faced." ”

"Okay, okay, I know, don't I know how to deal with it?" Mu Jiu pointed to the Buddha hall next to him: "You have so many words, why don't you recite the heart mantra to me a few more times." ”

Mingguang looked at Mu Jiu, got up and sat down on the futon, hit the Buddha with one hand, and hit the wooden fish with the other, and the pure heart mantra spit out from his mouth word by word.

Mu Jiu pursed his lips, the beautiful monk is certainly good-looking, but it is not cute if he is too real, really.

Mu Jiu picked up the chopsticks and poked the noodles, he was still very appetizing just now, and when he said this, he suddenly felt that there was a little less deliciousness, it was really ......

The mantra of purifying the heart that had been copied thousands of times in the past sounded in her ears, and Mingguang's voice chanting was much better than the old monk's chanting, but this could not calm her mood.

It's not that she can't run away, it's not that she can't face it, it's just that she is a little frightened.

There are not many men who like her, no matter in her past life or in this life, she doesn't seem to lack suitors, but she hasn't been able to understand what feelings are, and then the other party has been deeply trapped and unable to extricate herself, often many times she can't understand where their feelings and obsession madness come from.

Although she often flirts with people, she is absolutely completely eloquent, never really ambiguous to the point of crossing the line, and she is not very good at things like feelings, but even if she can't understand it yet, she knows that she won't like the kind of feelings that will suffocate her.

Su Yi likes her, and Xiao Junshu also likes her, but these are completely different likes.

Su Yi knows how to restraint, he is more polite to a gentleman, so Mu Jiu can make sense with him, and he dares to refuse him in person, and he gives her the feeling that he is not entangled and irrational, and even now he can slowly let go, so Mu Jiu can help him and talk to him without suspicion.

But Xiao Junshu is different, the biggest feeling he gives Mu Jiu is danger, not someone she can control, if this man is an enemy, Mu Jiu will definitely be very excited, she likes to meet opponents in chess, but if it is feelings, it has never been in Mu Jiu's consideration.

She doesn't have that kind of affection for Xiao Junshu, but Xiao Junshu clearly shows his desire, just like a meat-eating wolf who falls in love with a grazing sheep, no matter how much she resists, she is destined to be treated as a prey, she hates to be treated as a prey, even if it is not for her life.

Mu Jiu's intuition about dangerous things is very accurate, such as Xiao Junshu, she always feels that being liked by that person is like a prey caught in a spider's web, there is nowhere to escape, the more she struggles, the more she is entangled, and in the end she can only become a plate of food that cannot move.

That would definitely be a big problem for Mu Jiu.

She has always felt that she is not like a person, more like a ghost, a ghost who should not exist in time, she doesn't know what she lives for, and she doesn't know whether she should die, but no matter whether this life is painful or chic, thousands of red dust are rolling, power, wealth, hatred and grievances, and she doesn't care about the world, but she doesn't want to mess with this alone.

After eating the noodles, he didn't look at the bright light that was still chanting, Mu Jiu went to the back mountain under the Bodhi tree, and Liyuan was still meditating there, and noticed that Mu Jiu walked over, Liyuan slowly opened his eyes, and his kind eyebrows and kind eyes were full of broadness and emptiness.

"Amitabha, the donor seems to be restless?"

Mu Jiu walked up to him and sat down cross-legged: "You guys, don't you feel annoyed if you see too much?" ”

Yuan chuckled: "Buddhism will listen, see, understand, feel, and see others understand others, which is also a kind of practice. ”

Mu Jiu was in no mood to talk to him about Buddhism now: "After the flowers bloom this time, are you going to travel again?" ”

"Yes."

"You have been walking everywhere in the world, and there is no fixed point, and the next time we meet, I don't know what year or month it will be."

Yuan looked at her delicate face, very light, but he could see her reluctance, and smiled compassionately: "If fate comes, it goes, when it gathers, it disperses, when it arises, when it falls, everything is natural, when fate comes, even if the world is big, there will always be a day when we meet." ”

Mu Jiu took out the two boxes and put them together in front of Yuan: "This is the medicine I prepared for you, I have used a lot of medicine recently, the medicinal materials are not particularly enough, save a little, don't give them all to others, although you monks pay attention to fate, but I still hope that you will leave a leeway for yourself, if you really encounter something, it is good to leave a life to meet me." ”

Life and death are not so taboo, the fate has already been watched, but it can be remembered, and there is a warm current in the heart and mouth, which is not the Buddha's understanding.

(End of chapter)