Chapter 527

“…… Convert to Buddha, bipedal. Convert to the law, leave the desire to respect. Conversion to monks is respected by all. Convert to Buddhism and not fall into hell... "

Before he got to the door, a Zhao heard the sound of chanting sutras.

Listen to the voice, should be a young monk.

A Zhao didn't understand what he was reading. The only thing she could hear was that the monk's voice was very good.

It is like a breeze, soft and elegant; like a jade pendant from Kunshan, it is cool and moving.

He did not know what the Scripture was, but it seemed to have strange magic. A Zhao lies at the door and listens. He is crazy for a moment.

When the reaction came over, he had passed through the closed door and entered the inner room.

The house is the same style as the courtyard outside.

It's simple and simple.

Apart from a bed, a wooden table, two stools, a green cloth Futon on the ground, there is no extra business.

At the moment, there is a man kneeling on the green cloth Futon.

It was from his mouth that the mysterious Scripture was recited.

Obviously, this is also a monk.

However, he is not a general monk.

If you want to say something unusual, let a Zhao say that he is a very good-looking monk.

In fact, she stood behind the monk and did not see his face.

But in his heart, ah Zhao is determined. He must be a monk who is as clear as the moon and as leisurely as the breeze.

He didn't seem to find another person behind him. No, it should be a ghost.

With such a slow and pious attitude, he quietly finished reciting the Scriptures, and then slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Benefactor, I've been reading this Scripture for a long time, but I'm a rare quiet man."

He looked back, facing ah Zhao's four eyes.

Both were stunned.

A Zhao was surprised that she had already heard the monk's voice and saw his back. She had expected that this man should be a rare romantic figure in the world.

However, when she saw him turn around, she felt that her imagination was still lacking.

The monk was surprised that the one who stood behind and listened to the Scriptures for a long time was actually a benefactor.

With his hands together, he made a Buddhist ritual toward a Zhao: "Amitabha, poor monk Zhan Ming, female benefactor is polite."

His name was Zhan Ming.

It's quite in line with him.

How could he see himself?

A Zhao was surprised, but to the eyes full of penetrating wisdom, he felt that it was normal for him to see himself.

She came back to God and learned his action and said, "master, you are polite."

A Zhao can feel Zhan Ming's eyes soft looking at himself.

It's not the way a man looks at a woman.

This is the eyes of a monk looking at all things in the world.

He looked at the futon under his feet, which was so gentle and inclusive.

People, birds, animals, insects, fish, flowers and trees are no different from him.

"Benefactor, this is the inner courtyard of Buddhism. You should not come here to avoid collision."

Ah Zhao laughed and said, "I don't think I should come, but master, take a closer look at me."

Zhan Ming smell speech, carefully look at her, between the eyebrows and eyes show a trace of surprise color.

"If you are worried, you should go to the place where you are concerned. Why do you come to the courtyard of the poor monk?" Zhan Ming asked.

As soon as he said this, ah Zhao knew that he was not a living man.

She gave a bitter smile and sighed, "this is also what I want to ask the master."

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6.

At that time, I was still thinking about whether the title would be harmonious or not. I was worried about it. It was OK.

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