Chapter 509: Buddha said: I like you (13)
The monks should cut off the mortal world and focus on the Buddha.
However, the images that kept popping up in his heart, the helplessness to escape when he met the girl, and... the signature that resembled a Buddha's oracle.
It seems that each one is constantly impacting and shattering the Dharma he has always believed in.
The rising guilt made Wangchen start to hate himself.
Once a monk has a demon, it is a robbery.
The broken beads are the omen.
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When going to the front yard for lunch, Feng Qian saw a familiar figure.
But, in the next second, that person disappeared around the corner.
Feng Qian paused in her footsteps and said to Yue'er beside her, "You go to the front yard to eat first, you don't have to wait for me."
After Feng Qian finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked towards the place where the man disappeared.
"Where are you going, Princess?"
Yue'er took a step behind and opened her mouth.
When she saw the princess disappearing from her sight, she was at a loss for a moment, and she didn't know what to do.
there.
Feng Qian walked over quickly, and after feeling the familiar breath, the girl quickened her pace.
In front of him, the thin figure walked slowly.
Feng Qian stood there and looked at it.
"Little Master."
She called each other.
Feng Qian saw that the man on the opposite side froze for a moment, and then quickened his pace, as if fleeing.
Feng Qian: "?"
Small pieces are hiding from her?
She froze for a moment and followed.
After Wangchen ran back to the meditation room, there was no way to go back.
However, he clearly felt the footsteps behind him, the little monk squeezed his robe nervously, his clear eyes were at a loss, like a frightened young deer.
Feng Qian took a few breaths, put his hands on his waist, and looked at the little monk who had nowhere to go.
"What are you running for? I won't eat you."
Hearing the girl's voice, Wang Chen couldn't help but stiffen his back. He lowered his eyes, as if he had made great determination, and slowly turned to face the girl.
However, he lowered his head slightly and did not look directly at each other.
His tone was polite and distant: "Amitabha. Donor, may I ask you something?"
Feng Qian blinked and looked at the small fragments in front of him.
She said seriously: "You haven't answered my question yet."
Forgotten was stunned.
"Why hide?"
The girl's eyes stared at the little monk in front of her quietly and repeated.
Wang Chen lightly bit his lips, and tried his best to restrain his panic.
He lied and said, "Little monk... never hides from the benefactor."
After speaking, knowing that it was a lie, Wang Chen was annoyed and buried his head even lower.
The monks don't lie, he...has already broken the precept.
Feng Qian looked at the small fragments and didn't want to admit it, so there was no more embarrassment.
The two stood face to face in silence for a while, and Feng Qian asked, "Is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake yesterday delicious?"
Hearing the question, Wang Chen was silent for a moment.
Feng Qian was puzzled: "Could it be that you didn't take it?"
She thought that the monks shouldn't just watch the food go to waste, and even if they didn't want to accept the pieces, they would accept her osmanthus cake out of morality and Buddhism.
Well, of course, it can't be ruled out that the small fragments gave her sweet-scented osmanthus cake to others.
When Feng Qian was thinking this way, the little monk on the opposite side faltered in his voice, small, like a mosquito.
"No... I... took it."
After speaking, he lowered his head and added in a low voice, "I ate too."
After struggling for a moment, Wang Chen pursed his lips, and his thin lips slowly spit out two words: "It's very sweet."
Feng Qian looked at the cute little monk in front of her, and the girl couldn't help blinking her eyes.
The fragments of His Royal Highness, the identity of the little monk, are so cute.
She couldn't help but take a step closer.
The little monk opposite felt the approach of the girl in front of him, stunned for a while, then lowered his head and pursed his lips and took a step back.
But forget that there is no way out.
The little monk's back was attached to the slightly rough wall.