"Little Master, there is no futon here, how can you bow down?"

Facing the hall is full of pure gold Buddha statues, even the decoration is fine jade.

The antique incense burner in the center of the Buddha hall is lightly smoking, but there is not a single futon to be seen everywhere, and pilgrims come and go but do not know how to bow to the Buddha. A noblewoman dressed exquisitely and following the thugs in the triangle is asking the little monk who recites the scriptures.

"If the small temple doesn't bow down, it's good to be sincere." The little monk raised his head and laughed, his eyes were as clear as a clear spring, he touched his smooth head, and suddenly said, "I forgot to make tea for the master, the donors said to the senior brother." ”

He got up, took steps and fled, and after a while ran to the back hall with a purple clay pot.

The old host sat next to the big pine tree and talked with a donor, and there were two donors, a man and a woman, standing under the pavilion next to him, and the little monk looked at him curiously, and was glared at vigilantly by the boy who looked sullen.

"Mingjing, not yet." The old host said.

"It's coming!" The little monk hurriedly answered, took the purple clay pot close to pour water, and secretly looked at the pilgrims by the stone table curiously.

"What are you looking at?" The pilgrim noticed his gaze and smiled softly.

She was wearing a clean white shirt, the cuffs and hem were stained with exquisite ink paintings, dark trousers, sitting in a wheelchair without the slightest cowardice, the morning light fell from the leaves, flattering between her eyebrows and eyes, scattered a little cold and cold, only to feel the scenery and moon.

Indifferent as a bamboo stroke, gentle as a pine crane.

"You're so pretty!" Mingjing is unawkward, sincerely admired, he is so sincere, it is like praising the spring breeze of freedom, singing praises of beautiful music, clean and pure.

Quan Heng chuckled: "Thank you, little master." ”

"No thanks." Mingjing touched his head and felt that he should thank Quan Heng for letting him see spirituality, so he said, "The donor has Buddha nature, I can see it." ”

Quan Heng smiled lightly.

"With so many words, is it the end of the scriptures?" The old host was helpless, "Let's go first." ”

The little monk sighed, and the second zhang left confused, feeling glared at by the little donor wearing a school uniform under the pavilion again.

"What are you staring at the little monk for?" Xu Hanbai held a cigarette in his hand and said with a smile.

She's a bit of a smoker, but it's a temple, it's not good to smoke and be disrespectful.

Xu Hanbai can not give face to the Buddha, but he can't ignore Quan Heng's attitude.

"Little bald donkey who doesn't have to go to school," Sang Ting muttered unwillingly, "I'll be a monk in the future, anyway, I'll learn the tail of the crane." ”

"What do you want?" Xu Hanbai listened to the music and laughed mercilessly, "Do you know that the host of the family is a doctorate, proficient in four Chinese languages, and has direct access to international English?" With your level of English, if a foreigner writes a note to curse you [Die], you feel like people are calling you Daddy. ”

Sangtei: "......"

"Donor, times have changed," Xu Hanbai teased, "The Buddha doesn't cross below the master's degree and become a monk?" Out of what's home? No one wants you! ”

Sangtei: "............"

Take a gasp.

This era of involution is too terrible, but fortunately, he doesn't only have one way to study, and he won't be unemployed after graduation.

Stone table.

"Let the donor laugh." The old host spoke.

"The host doesn't have to be outside." Kwon Heng laughed it off.

The Golden Buddha, courtyard, security, etc. in this temple are all funded by Quan Heng, and she is the person behind this border temple, or intelligence center.

Seeing this, the host breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, figured out Quan Heng's attitude, and said calmly: "You came this time, but what confusion do you have?" ”

"It's not confusing, it's just thinking about one thing." Quan Heng lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the eighteen sons, "A thing that has been prepared for a long time, once it starts, you can't stop, and if you take a wrong step, you will lose the game." ”

"What do you mean ......"

"I grabbed the Shura knife and wanted to play a game of chess with no regrets."

Quan Heng fell into the sunspot, and his tone was calm: "I see the truth, I can no longer live in lies, this is a gamble against the sky, I cut off my own back road, and I want to complete it in the most extreme way."

"—but I am not pure, and I am afraid that I will not be quiet again."

"All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you will see them as they are."

After being silent for a long time, with the gentle and steady fall, the old host gave the answer:

"Knowing the heart and seeing the nature is always the case."

I wanted to be free.,The system said I didn't update.,Hey.,That's one chapter less.

(End of chapter)