Chapter 505： Buddha said: I like you (9)

Feng Qian: "..."

Is the use of merit points here?

Feng Qian thought for a while and said, "Then... let's add it all."

System: "Remind the host, the merit points will still be useful in the future, and the host should not spend it all at once."

Is there any other use?

All right.

"Then use a merit point."

"Okay, host."

[Ding Dong ~ Deduct 1 merit point, Buddha fate +1]

After this incident, Feng Qian no longer dared to disrespect the Buddha.

The girl sat upright, looked at the little monk next to him with his eyes closed, and slowly closed his eyes.

So around noon, the door of the meditation room was pushed open.

Moon walked in.

"Princess, it's time for lunch."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qian opened his eyes.

After sitting for a long time, my neck became a little stiff.

Feng Qian moved his neck and slowly got up from the futon, his feet a little numb.

Feng Qian raised his hand and rubbed his neck, then looked down at the little monk who was concentrating on meditating on the futon.

She asked, "Does the little master not have lunch?"

Wangchen listened to the voice and slowly opened his eyes. He didn't move, but replied in a low voice: "Amitabha, benefactor, the little monk doesn't need it."

When the words fell, he closed his eyes again.

Feng Qian opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything, and went to the front yard for dinner with Yue'er.

The lunch in the monastery is still very simple.

Rice and a few vegetarian dishes.

After eating, Feng Qian sneaked to the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, several monks were busy.

The girl probed her head and asked aloud, "Masters, may I come in?"

When the monk in the back kitchen heard the voice, they all looked at the girl at the door.

After a few minutes.

Feng Qian came out of the kitchen with a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper.

She was also surprised that there were sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the temple.

Feng Qian carried the oil paper bag and walked towards the meditation hall.

When I came back here again, the little monk was still sitting on the futon, very quiet.

Feng Qian thought for a while, but didn't make a sound.

She put the oiled paper bag on the ground beside her, and slowly sat cross-legged on the futon.

Feng Qian took off the string of Buddha beads on his wrist and turned it in his hand with a serious concern.

Offering incense to calm the mind in the meditation hall can easily calm the mind.

Sitting here, it's night time.

Feng Qian heard the movement around him.

The girl opened her eyes and looked sideways.

The little monk next to him slowly got up, bent down slightly towards the Buddha statue, said "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth, then turned and walked towards the door.

Feng Qian also followed closely, picked up the oil paper bag on his side, and followed.

"Little Master, please wait a moment."

Wang Chen who was in front of him heard the voice and stopped in his footsteps. He politely looked back, "Is there something wrong with the donor?"

Feng Qian stood still in front of the debris.

The girl raised the oil paper bag in her hand, "Little Master, this is for you."

Wang Chen's eyes fell on the oil paper bag in the girl's hand.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, "What is this...?"

"Osmanthus cake."

Windy explanation.

Without waiting for the little monk in front of him to answer, the girl stretched out her little hand and grabbed the other person's finger, trying to pass the oil paper bag into the other person's hand.

When the girl's warm fingertips touched the slightly cold white fingers of the little monk, a strange electric current seemed to flow through the fingertips.

Wangchen suddenly withdrew his hand in shock, and could not help but slowly back a few steps.

He muttered: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Feng Qian: "..."

Oh, she forgot, the fragments are little monks.

You can't hold hands like that.

"Little Master, I'm sorry, it's my rudeness."

Feng Qian thought for a moment, then bent down and put the oil paper bag on the ground.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the little monk with his eyes lowered.