Chapter 312: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (17)

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Baima Temple, which is full of incense, welcomed a distinguished person.
During this period, the old abbot who was over one hundred years old put on the most solemn shackles to greet him. In addition to the supreme prince, these honors are afraid that only the grandfather of the country who is in power today can bear it.
Jing Cheng is the abbot's proud disciple, so he naturally has to be with him.
"I don't know why adults are driving Baima Temple, why?"
The abbot made a noise of Buddha, and his wrinkled face was quiet after years of washing.
"It's true not to smell the white horse for a long time."
The monstrous prince's noble expression opened his mouth in admiration, and the abbot's speed of twisting the bead involuntarily accelerated.
As the saying goes, if you do n’t go to the Three Treasure Halls, the grandfather of this country does n’t believe in Buddha or God. Any ghosts and sprites have to retreat in front of him. As a pioneer of the dynasty, he has always believed in himself, and the sword refers to the heavens of the world.
If it wasn't for the major sacrificial activities, Yan Guogong rarely set foot on this square of Buddha's gate. When he visited this time, the abbot felt uneasy.
The grandfather said lightly, "I am not afraid of the abbot ’s joke. The officer has a beautiful little white fox. She is sly and clever, and she understands the hearts of the people, making the officer love the spoils. It is like a pearl. It's broken now. "
The abbot said with discretion, "The donor is compassionate."
Yan Guogong gazed smiledly at the golden body Buddha in the temple, his eyes glanced over Jing Chengjunxiu's face, and the tone was not alarmed. "But this little white fox didn't know the compassion of the official. She smelled sandalwood and opened it. Spiritual wisdom, meditation, and the White Horse Temple have a fate with it, to the foot of the mountain, so that the arrogant temperament, will not go anymore. "
The Buddha ’s golden light was scattered in the treasure hall, and the atmosphere became more peaceful and peaceful. Yan Guogong said in a hurry, "The official spent a lot of effort on this little white fox. , Had to hug her back hard, coaxing with words, hoping she could change her mind. "
"but--"
He said sharply, "Even though the official cares for her meticulously, she is still determined, and she ran out while she was not paying attention. The official has not yet returned home. The official is worried and has to go to the door to disturb the master. Repair. "
With a faint sigh, Yan Guogong said, "Master Wang looks at the sincerity of his official and hand over the inferior white fox in the hidden temple."
The abbot changed slightly.
This is simply a flying disaster. The Baima Temple is at the time of a Buddhist meeting. This person is coming and going, and there are many people with mixed eyes. Where will you notice if there are living things raised by the nobles?
In case this white fox escaped, or died in the temple, how should I explain?
"This little white fox is the darling of the official. After his loss, the official has difficulty sleeping and sleeping, and has no intention of doing bad things. I hope that the master will pity and let the Buddha be kind and let go of the small white fox. There are many believers under his door. Purdue sentient beings are not short of this little bodhi seed, do you say that? "
Yan Guogong looked like a non-smiling monk with his eyebrows dyed cinnabar.
The abbot's forehead exuded cold sweat.
This posture is not like looking for lost pets, but coming to Xingshi to ask for sin?
The abbot's thoughts turned quickly, barely stabilizing, "What do you mean by adults?"
Yan Guogong flicked the jade at the waist casually, and said casually, "Master has been pursuing for many years, and it is already old. The hunt for the fox will not be troubled by the master himself. Just leave the official."
"But it is also lonely to let the master wait for the result. This is so good that the monks will come to the temple to gather together. The official has not listened to the Sanskrit for a long time. It is rare today that the official can only ask for advice."
Yan Guogong did not give the abbot the opportunity to refuse, in fact-no one could beg him to act.
"Go ahead." He turned his head slightly.
The headed youth respectfully clenched his fists.
The abbot saw this group of people with unbridled brows, vermilion's clothes were as thick as the blood that had just been splashed, and the slender Yan Ling knife with the meniscus curvature was tied to the waist, as if ready to take the sheath to kill people at any time.
Yan Guogong said softly, "Remember, this is a Buddhist temple, you can't kill."
The abbot's anxiety grew stronger, and he had to bet his eyes on his outstanding disciples to ask questions. Jing Cheng did not respond, her eyelashes drooped, and a thin shadow was cut at the eyelid, concealing a faint and unknown sorrow.
The monks, who were doing evening classes, were covered in mist and were taken to the Great Hall of Heroes by coercion.
With the existence of Yan Guogong, they did not dare to speak at random, and they approached the abbot and Jing Cheng, the two main hearts, and they were uneasy in their hearts, not knowing what happened.
After half an hour, the guards came back one after another, and they still held a lot of things in their hands.
Some monks looked over Wuyao's shoulders, revealing a horrified expression, no less than the soul flying.
There are a variety of things collected in the Abode, some are called chickens wrapped in oil paper, some are confectionery cakes for the table, the pictures of the blood palace and the love story, the overflowing gold cannon ingots, and a lot of privacy Things. None of these should appear in the room of the monk who escaped into the empty door and saw the red dust.
The abbot froze for a while, and he kept hiding his face in shame.
The clean ground of the Buddha gate planted with bodhi has become a place for hiding dirt and dirt!
The old monk trembled with rage, the blood on his chest rolled up and down, and his throat was filled with a sweet, almost squirting out. He was restrained, and his muddy eyes showed a sad look. A few of the monks who had been swept by his eyes bowed his head in guilty conscience.
"Adult, it is Lao Qun who has no way to teach ..."
The abbot hung his shoulders, as if he was ten years old, and he was frustrated and guilty.
Yan Guogong did not listen to him, his eyes fell on a scroll of painting.
It is not the Buddha or the scriptures that are provided on paper.
It's a bland firewood family.
At dusk, the young husband returned with the horse, followed by a pony, covered with oil and a little reddish-brown hair, holding his neck, and looked very excited.
The wife gathered her clothes on the hillside, both adults and children. She stood among the clumps of bellflowers and miscanthus. The evening wind blew her red skirt, her hands loosened, and she smiled at her husband under the mountain The deep feelings circulate in the eyes.
Yan Guogong narrowed his eyes narrowly, and said lightly, "What a master of mountains, waters and fireworks, I don't know which master's masterpiece?"
The monks looked at each other, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.
Although this man does not show his voice, but because of his prominent identity, the almost legendary omnipotence can cause them a great sense of oppression in the invisible.
As soon as Yan Guo Gongfu made a noise, the buzzing whispers around him disappeared without a trace.
"This thing belongs to the poor monk."
Someone broke the silent spell.
Everyone followed the sound and looked away.
The young Dad in red and red robes slowly out of his doubtful eyes. The color of the blue glazed tiles on the top of the temple and the golden Buddha image are intertwined with each other, which is superimposed into a magnificent and psychedelic light and shadow. , The cinnabar was dazzling and could not be seen directly.
"Oh?" Yan Guogong looked at him for several times, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It is worthy of being the most discerning disciple of the Buddha, and he has not yet been born. The taste of fireworks in this world will be transparent. I don't know which one. The girl's face is peach blossom, and the master who is highly respected has moved her heart, and she will ask her to make love to her at the expense of van Gogh? "
When the old abbot heard this, the blighted face covered with gray defeat suddenly burst into a red tide, anxiously said, "This is impossible!"
Jing Cheng was a disciple he had seen since he was a child. When this little baby babbled and walked while swinging, he was shaved and attributed to the Pure Land of Buddhism. Although the door was the latest, this young disciple did not disappoint him. He learned the classics when he was young and had an extraordinary understanding of Buddhism.
His six roots are pure and wise, so he should be born under the buddha lotus.
The old abbot will never allow his lovers to be splashed with dirty water.
"Impossible?" Yan Guogong threw the scroll on the guard at random, standing with his hands down, and the majestic momentum like a mountain was suddenly dumped, giving birth to an aggressive and fierce, "Then please ask the master to explain in person how this painting is What's going on? "
Yan Guogong has been on the officialdom for many years, and he has reached the point of observing the people's minds. From this small painting alone, he can see the painter's preference for the woman in the painting. Obviously it is a simple and hard life in seclusion, but women can afford the most popular bead flowers nowadays, and wear the most expensive thin and light ray.
The abbot didn't wait for Jing Cheng to answer, and frowned. "This painting is just a common brushwork. Jing Cheng has the habit of writing characters. It may be that he saw a loving couple in his spiritual practice. Adults will conclude the coffin based on this object alone, I am afraid it is not quite appropriate. "
The abbot at this time was like an old hen who was protecting her cubs, and she couldn't allow Yan Guogong to slander his most beloved disciple.
Jing Cheng is the most disciple disciple of Baima Temple in history. He released Taoism at the age of seventeen and became famous at the age of twenty. Now the abbot is old and hangs down. He inherited his mantle and became the new abbot of Baima Temple.
At that time, thousands of Buddhas chanted the scriptures, and all the dynasties.
He will be the youngest and most legendary Buddhist monk in the Buddha Book.
The abbot thought like this, but heard the most beloved and promising disciple Dao broke the ultimate Zen machine.
"That loving couple is not someone else." Jing Cheng said quietly.
"It's a woman whom disciples and disciples are attached to."
The abbot looked at him confused, and felt that every word he said could be understood. How could it be combined that he could not understand?
What is a nostalgic woman?
It took a long time for the abbot to relax, suddenly grabbed Jing Cheng's hand, and the blue old tendon protruded.
"Jing Cheng, you--"
The most prestigious monk who was about to become the next abbot, under the eyes of all eyes, unbuttoned his vest and slowly knelt in front of the abbot.
"The disciples are greedy for red dust, and six are not clean."
Master forgive me.
The disciple cannot prove bodhi in this life.
Can't become a Buddha.
I don't spend all sentient beings, and I don't practice Buddhism.
But alone, just want to be the tender lovers around her.