Chapter 527: Pure and witty, monk 2

"...Xiangyi Buddha, two feet respect. 皈According to the law, away from desire. 皈 僧 僧 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 众 皈 皈 皈 皈 皈
Before going to the door, Azhao heard the voice of the chanting.
Listening to the voice should be a young monk.
What he read was that Azhao couldn't understand. The only thing she could hear was that the monk's voice was very nice.
It seems like a breeze, soft and elegant; such as the Kunshan jade pendant, it is moving.
He didn't know what the scriptures were, but it was like a strange magic. A Zhaozheng listened at the door, and suddenly became crazy.
When the reaction came, it passed through the closed threshold and entered the inner chamber.
This room and the yard outside are exactly the same style.
Simple and simple.
In addition to a bed, a wooden table, two stools, a green cloth futon on the ground, no more unnecessary affairs.
At the moment, on top of the green cloth futon, there is a man sitting on it.
The mysterious verse is just from his mouth.
Obviously, this is also a monk.
However, he is not a general monk.
To say where it is not ordinary, to Azhao, probably, he is a particularly good-looking monk.
In fact, she stood behind the monk and did not see his face.
However, Azhao’s heart is determined, this must be a monk like the bright moon, like a breeze.
He didn't seem to find one more person behind him. No, it should be a ghost.
In such a pious gesture of ignorance, quietly finished the scriptures, and then slowly opened his eyes and stood up.
"The donor listened to the poor and read this long verse, but it is a rare quiet person."
He turned back and was opposite to Azhao.
Both are a glimpse.
A Zhao is shocked that when she heard the monk's voice and saw her back, she decided that this person should be a rare person in the world.
However, I really saw him turning around. Really facing the eyes that are gentle and inclusive, she felt that her imagination was still lacking.
The monk was amazed that this stood behind him and listened to the scriptures for a long time. He was actually a female donor.
He folded his hands together and walked toward Azhao for a Buddhist ceremony: "Amitabha, poor and savvy, and the female donor is polite."
It turned out that he was called Zhan Ming.
It is quite compatible with him.
Can he actually see himself?
Azhao was amazed, but on the pair of eyes full of transparency and wisdom, he felt that he could see himself as normal.
She returned to God and learned his movements back to a ceremony: "Master is polite."
Azhao can feel Zhan Ming's eyes softly watching himself.
This is not a man's look at a woman's eyes.
This is a monk who looks at the eyes of all things in the world.
He looked at the futon under his feet, and it was such a gentle and inclusive look.
People, birds, beasts, flowers and trees are no different from him.
"Female donor, this is the inner courtyard of Buddhism, you should not come, so as not to collide."
Azhao smiled and said: "I also think that I should not come, but the master, you look at me carefully."
Zhan Ming heard the words, looked at her carefully, and there was a hint of surprise between the eyebrows.
"If the female donor is concerned, when she goes to the caretaker, why is it coming to the poor?" Zhan Ming asked.
When he said this, Azhao knew that he saw that he was not a living person.
She smiled and sighed: "This is also, I want to ask the master."

6 is more complete.
I was thinking about whether this title would be harmonious or not, but it was okay.
Good night, what is it, there is a monthly ticket, remember to vote for me, mua (づ ̄3 ̄) づ╭?~