Since then, every day at 6 a.m.

Zhou Lushen was called by the old monk to the front hall on time to listen to the scriptures.

Since Shen Jing came, it didn't seem so dull.

At noon.

Shen Jing would sweep the fallen leaves in the yard with Xiao Shami outside, and from time to time she would stare at his back with a broom in her hand.

Even if Zhou Lushen didn't look back, he could feel her happiness and ease.

I don't understand why she loves to laugh.

After sweeping, Shen Jing sat under the tree and looked at the little novice, "It's such a big one, does the little master have to sweep it by himself every day?" ”

The little novice bowed with one palm, "Amitabha, thank you." ”

Shen Jing propped her chin, "Why don't you let the pilgrims in and let him occupy it alone for 7 days." ”

"It has been more than 100 years, and every time it is the Zhou family's donation to repair the temple and provide incense to pilgrims for free." Xiao Shami said, "There is a piece of glazed tiles on the eaves of the back door that is carved by the abbot who has passed away. ”

Shen Jing tilted her head to look at the sky, "His ancestors are really rich." ”

"Shen Shi mainly looks down on worldly greed and gold and silver flashiness." The little novice picked up the basket and said a word.

Shen Jing didn't speak, when will she be able to reach the realm? Can it arrive?

I'm sorry, but I can't take it lightly.

Shen Jing got up, entered the main hall, and slowly meditated cross-legged by Zhou Lushen's side.

Zhou Lushen, who was still resting, opened his eyes without warning and looked at her.

Shen Jing stretched out her red and swollen hands, "Just swept the yard." ”

Zhou Lu looked at her palm, held a broom and made a red mark, and scolded her twice.

The abbot's chanting was indeed a good song for insomnia, and within 20 minutes, Shen Jing dozed off, and her head swayed down.

Hearing the sound of wooden fish, she instantly sat up straight and reverently folded her palms to worship the Buddha.

Zhou Lu took a pillow and put it on the desk and let her sleep on the table.

She collapsed and slept soundly.

Zhou Lushen picked up the "Forty-two Chapters Sutra" and turned the page.

The temperature was dry in the afternoon, Shen Jing's body was wrapped thickly, her hair was wet and sticky on her cheeks with hot sweat, it was too hot, and she twisted her eyebrows into a wrinkle very uncomfortably.

Zhou Lu sighed lightly, picked up the book and fanned her, she was quiet under the cool and comfortable, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly when she was asleep.

The wind was cool, Shen Jing at that time was conscious, even if she knew that Zhou Lu was not able to indulge occasionally in her spare time, she recognized it.

The old monk cast his gaze, retracted it with a glance, and continued to knock on the wooden fish and chant the scriptures:

"Amitabha, all dharmas are born because of karma, suffering due to karma, and the same is true for karma."

Zhou Lu listened to it for a while, but did not react, slowly fanned her, and flipped the book with one hand.

Zhuang Ming wanted to come in person, but it was not his little girl, so he had to be silent and accompany him to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, which really had the effect of washing away the sins in his heart.

I remembered that Childe couldn't sleep in the middle of the night on Tuesday, and asked him while smoking in the backyard, "Did I know the women's high school before?" ”

Zhuang Ming has no impression.

He can't even remember these things himself, and if he asks him what the stock code of the company he invests in, he can remember the string of numbers clearly.

Zhou Lushen asked in a low voice, "Does the old lady know that she is here?" ”

"We didn't say it." Zhuang Ming said.

Zhou Lu closed the scriptures and picked up Shen Jing back to the West Courtyard.

Until the back disappears outside the door.

The abbot rested and raised his hand to straighten his robe.

Zhuang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, "Second son, he..."

The abbot is accustomed to what he can do, "There is a kind of person who does not regret himself." ”

I never expected it.

After sending people off, the noble son still came back to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, and made tea by himself, leisurely and calmly.

The host clasped his hands together on the Buddha statue, "Old Na is generous." ”

Zhou Lu burst out laughing.

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Shen Jing was woken up by the thunderstorm in the evening, no wonder she was so bored during the day that she panicked, and the rain came as soon as she said it.

The heavy rain poured down as if it was pouring down, and it was not going to stop.

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"Welcome to listen to the weather broadcast in Shanghai, recently, affected by the low-level airflow in the north, the cold air and heavy rain will continue until November 8, Shanghai will join the cooling ranks from nine o'clock tonight, all citizens should pay attention to umbrella preparation and traffic safety..."

She got up and cooked dinner with the little novice in the west courtyard.

The little novice under the eaves looked up at the sky, "Master has a robe, but it's a pity that Mr. Zhou can't come back for dinner." ”

"I'm going to deliver an umbrella." Shen Jing took two umbrellas, walked into the rain, and went to the main hall.

The eaves tile dripping knock knock.

Cooled down.

Zhou Lushen just stepped out of the threshold.

Oncoming.

Behind the dug arched door of the yellow wall, the beauty came in the rain, blue-gray layman in plain clothes, holding a transparent umbrella in her hand, her face was so thick and misty that she couldn't see her face clearly, and she looked up step by step, slender and graceful.

Zhou Lushen squinted at Zhuang Ming, and Zhuang Ming had no choice but to put the black bone umbrella in his hand in the corner.

Shen Jing naturally didn't find these.

"Come here, Zhou Lushen."

"Go back to fasting."

She just stood at the foot of the steps, carrying the skirt of her lay dress and small black leather shoes in the shallow puddle.

The two looked at each other.

Zhou Lushen held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, and suddenly changed to another state, with a little smile in his lazy eyes.

suddenly wondered, will she step on a puddle again in the next second?

She beckoned as she walked up the steps, "Come down." ”

Zhou Lushen threw the cigarette in his hand to Zhuang Ming, and walked down the steps according to her words.

"I'll take you back to dinner." Shen Jing raised her umbrella and reached out to catch the rain with one hand.

The winding stone road and the night are colorful, but such a dark thunderstorm night makes people feel at ease.

After passing through the Buddha Hall, the Dharma Birth Hall.

It is a small courtyard surrounded by four groups, and in the past few days, she has found that each Buddhist hall is dedicated to different gods, and the building is unique.

She suddenly muttered to herself, "The drainage system of the Dharma Life Hall is so powerful, with such a heavy rain, the eaves dripping water is like a curtain, and it only pours into the pool." ”

Zhou Lu Shen swept her side face, "Hui style building, four rivers return to the church." ”

"Why?" She was curious.

Zhou Lushen slowly spoke, "In Buddhism, accept all things. ”

Shen Jing seemed to understand.

Zhou Lushen took the umbrella in her hand, leaned down slightly, and said half-jokingly, "Sishui Guitang is a little more vulgar, occupy it, and the fertile water does not leave outsiders in the field." ”

Shen Jing's eyes lit up, and she knew that he was not a serious person.

A good feng shui layout, take the four waters and hide them in the courtyard pond to fill up, and he is biased in his heart to occupy it.

Come to think of it, he didn't seem to be wrong.

Isn't it just to use buildings to store water and gather all things in heaven and earth.

She blinked sideways, "Are you trying to possess me?" ”

Zhou Lu hugged her over, his eyes flashing.

She looked at him in silence.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his light appearance really couldn't detect his emotions.

Zhuang Ming looked at the men and women walking side by side in the rain and fog, and then looked at the umbrella that was thrown.

Suddenly I don't understand what they are trying to do, on impulse.

After they disappeared, Zhuang Ming bent down to pick up the umbrella and pat it twice and handed it to the host, "You hold it." ”

The abbot sheltered from the rain with his customary coat and only clasped his palms together to thank him.

Zhuang Ming has, and Shen Jing also specially sent him an umbrella.

It was not in vain that he used to be a driver for her every day, serving her shopping and carrying bags.