I've become the male protagonist's plug-in

Chapter 529
"I was really joking." A Zhao waved his hand.

Zhan Ming looked at her.

Azhao thought for a while, and said, "Well, I will give all my scriptures to you, Master. How about you, Master... read the scriptures for me for half an hour every day, and make me a pot of tea? "

Zhan Ming said with a smile: "The poor monk's precious scriptures are too easy to come by."

"No, no." Ah Zhao shook his head.

"It's hard to buy, I'm happy. I think it's worth it if it's worth it."

Azhao looked at Zhanming seriously: "Master, you have a picture."

Zhan Ming couldn't help laughing: "Benefactor Azhao is right."

"Then, let's start today."

Zhan Ming got up and started making tea.

He is first-class good-looking, and his demeanor is even more charming.

Azhao propped his chin and watched Zhanming's movements of making tea, and felt that no matter where it was, it was very pleasing to the eye.

She even thought that for such a person, even if a glass of poisoned wine was handed over later, she might be able to drink it in one gulp.

Beauty misleads people, alas, beauty misleads people.

Soon, a cup of tea with a faint and cold fragrance was handed to A Zhao.

Zhan Ming smiled and said, "The snow water left by Azhao's benefactor is still there, Zhan Ming borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, please don't blame me."

Of course Ah Zhao would not blame him.

Seeing her holding up the teacup, Zhan Ming also picked up a volume of scriptures and recited them softly.

In fact, Zhan Ming doesn't need to read at all. He has memorized these Buddhist classics since he was a child, and he has already memorized them by heart.

Ah Zhao was attracted to him unconsciously.

Zhan Ming is indeed a very Buddha-natured person, she thought.

If he wasn't the hero and Ah Zhao didn't need to do the task, she might admire such a master.

"...Shariputra, is the appearance of all emptiness, neither birth nor death, neither dirty nor clean, neither increase nor decrease. Therefore, there is no color in the air..."

Ah Zhao slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and listened intently to his recitation.

When Zhan Ming finished reading a paragraph and stopped, he saw A Zhao's enthralled look.

He couldn't help laughing: "Benefactor Azhao always says that he is a layman, but according to the poor monk, he has a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

Azhao came back to his senses, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Farewell. I yearn for brocade and luxurious clothes, high beds and soft pillows, and delicious delicacies on jade plates. No matter how much fate I have with you, I can only part with you."

Zhan Ming shook his head helplessly and began to continue.

After the interruption just now, the mysterious and mysterious realm that Ah Zhao felt before disappeared.

She looked at Zhanming, the moonlight poured down and sprinkled in the courtyard.

Ah Zhao thought, the bright moon in the sky is also biased.Otherwise, with so many things in this yard, why is there only this person in front of him, Zhanming, whose whole body seems to be shining?
Maybe her eyes were too straightforward.

Zhan Ming opened his eyes helplessly, and looked at her: "Benefactor Azhao, why are you looking at the poor monk like this?"

Ah Zhao's words were unreasonable: "Master, you are not sincere."

"what for?"

She began to talk nonsense again: "You monks, you should not be disturbed by foreign objects. Even if there are magic voices filling your ears and all kinds of temptations, you should still stand still. I just glanced at you, and you can't bear it, why? Isn't it dishonest?"

Zhan Ming thought for a while, then bowed respectfully to A Zhao: "The benefactor A Zhao is right, but I can't practice well."

Ah Zhao: "..."

She looked at Zhan Ming's serious appearance, and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm just talking nonsense."

Zhan Ming smiled gently: "The benefactor has the roots of wisdom. But just talking nonsense, there is also great wisdom."

(End of this chapter)