Chapter 538: Pure and witty and beautiful monk 13

"I am really just kidding." Azhao waved his hand.
Zhan Ming looked at her.
A Zhao thought for a moment and said: "In this way, I will give you the masters of these scriptures. Masters, you will... read the scriptures for me half a day, and cook a pot of tea for me. How?"

Zhan Ming smiled and said: "It is too easy to come to those precious scriptures that are poor."
"No, not." Azhao shook his head.
"I am very happy to buy a thousand dollars. I think it is worth it."
Azhao looked at Zhan Ming seriously: "Master, you are in love."
Zhan Ming Ren Jun can not help but: "A Zhao Shizhu is right."
"Then, let's start today."
Zhan Ming got up and started cooking tea.
He looks like a good one, and the style is even more attractive.
Azhao looked at the chin and looked at the movement of Zhanming to make tea. He only felt that no matter which place, it was very pleasing to the eye.
She even thought, such a person, even if she was handed over a glass of poisonous wine, she was afraid to drink it.
Beauty is wrong, oh, beauty is wrong.
Soon, a cup of tea that was faintly fragrant and fragrant was handed over to Azhao.
Zhan Ming smiled and said: "The snow left by the owner of Azhao yesterday is still there. Zhan Ming borrows flowers to offer Buddha, please don't blame."
Azhao certainly won't blame.
Seeing her holding the tea pot, Zhan Ming also picked up a scroll of scriptures and whispered it out.
In fact, Zhan Ming does not need to look at it at all. These classic Buddhist scriptures, he recited from childhood, have long been remembered.
Azhao was unconsciously attracted to the past.
Cham is really a very Buddhist person, she thought.
If he is not a man, A Zhao does not need to do the task, she may admire such a master.
"...the relics are the laws of the air, and they are not born, they are not clean, they are not clean, they are not increased or not. It is colorless in the air..."
Azhao slowly put down the tea pot in his hand and listened to him.
When Zhan Ming finished the period and stopped, he saw the appearance of A Zhao.
He couldn't help but smiled: "Azhao Shizhu always said that he is a laity, and he is dependent on the poor, but it has a relationship with my Buddha."
Azhao returned to God and took a sigh of relief: "Don't. I am looking forward to Yunjin Huafu, high bed soft pillow, jade plate Zhenzhen. Even if you have a big fate with your Buddha, you can only give up."
Zhan Ming shook his head helplessly and began to continue.
After the war, the mysterious and mysterious realm that Azhao had previously felt was gone.
She looked at Azhao, and the moonlight fell down and sprinkled in the courtyard.
Azhao thought, this moon in the sky, I think it is also eccentric. Otherwise, there are so many things in this yard, how is it that only the person who is in front of him is shining like it?
Maybe her eyes are too straightforward.
Zhan Ming blinked helplessly and looked at her: "What do you like to do with the poor?"
A Zhaoqiang’s words are: "Master, you are not sincere."
"what for?"
She began to groan again: "If you are a monk, you should not be invaded by foreign objects. It is a magical sound, and you are tempted to be tempted. I just don't move. I just looked at you, you can't stand it, oh Not heartless?"
Zhan Ming thought for a while, and respectfully showed a gift to Azhao: "A Zhao Shizhu said it well, I am not able to practice."
Azhao: "..."
She looked at Zhan Ming’s appearance and felt a little embarrassed:
I’m actually just saying it.

Zhan Ming smiled mildly: "The donor has Huigen. But he said a word, there is also great wisdom."