Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Although she was dressed in plain cloth, it could not conceal her extraordinary grace and elegance, nor could it conceal the holiness and purity that emanated from her inside out.

It seems that I can faintly feel the clear and refreshing Buddha's light.

Yan He stood there in a daze.

Until the little monk next to him reminded him: "Donor?"

She then slowly raised her hands, clasped them together, and suppressed the unrest in her heart: "I'm sorry for disturbing you, Master."

Gods and Buddhas save all living beings, so naturally they won’t get angry over such a small matter.

The aloof Buddhist stood up, his expression gentle from beginning to end: "As long as the donor doesn't mind."

"Of course not."

Yan He didn't understand what he meant, but he denied it immediately.

She hadn't figured out how to get along with him.

After bowing again, he followed the young monk named Qing'an to the yard where the persimmon tree was planted.

It’s really well raised.

The branches are lush and leafy, and the round and heavy trees are crowded among the green leaves. Some of them cannot bear the weight and are bent beyond recognition.

Yan He was thinking about something and was a little dazed standing under the tree.

It's inevitable that you feel like you're staring at the tree in a daze.

The little monk was young, and no matter how steady he was, he couldn't help but laugh.

It was what he wanted to do just now to expel the outsiders, and now Senior Brother Jiaxuan has agreed.

He could certainly relax a little.

"This tree was planted by Senior Brother Jiaxuan himself, and it bears a lot of fruit every year."

When he said this, there was an unconscious hint of pride in his tone, as if he had planted it himself.

Yan He came back to his senses and turned around in surprise.

"Qing'an, bring a basket to this donor."

The Buddhist disciple appeared behind them at some point and reminded them quietly.

"No, I just need a few."

Yan He hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

Suddenly a man broke in, not only disturbing the peace and quiet, but also picking the persimmons that he had planted.

It should be quite annoying.

She didn't dare to bother him any more.

He found the lowest position and could pick the persimmons with just his hand.

Not many, just three.

Standing at a relatively safe distance: "Thank you, Master. I will just hold it like this and take it back."

Qing'an's foot, which had already taken a step forward, stopped where it was and looked at his senior brother beside him.

Wait for instructions.

The gentle Buddhist quietly looked at the girl who was obviously a little embarrassed. The scattered sunlight sprinkled on her body, adding a bit of compassion.

He clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes: "It's fine if the donor feels it's good. The persimmons can stay for a few more days. Peace."

The young monk who was called immediately raised his hand and said, "Please, donor."

Yan He was holding three persimmons in his hands when he went out.

I couldn't help but turn around and take another look.

I finally slowly digested the fact that You Suo is a monk in this world.

On the way back.

Thinking of the scene just now, she found it somewhat funny, and she really wanted to act according to Princess Chidan's personality.

But facing his identity, it is really impossible to do so.

If she was just an ordinary person, it would be fine, but now... she doesn't dare.

I was afraid of disturbing his practice in this world.

I was so depressed that I couldn't help but kick a small stone on the roadside: "Let's take it one step at a time."

Anyway, he is a monk, even if they are not together in this world, he will not be with others.

Emperor Hui prayed in person, the Huguo Temple was heavily guarded, and Yan He went back all the way.

I met almost no one.

...........................

When Wu Si came in with a food box, he saw their princess lying listlessly on the table.

Three round persimmons were being fiddled back and forth.

Rolling from this side to that side, and then rolling back from that side.

"Princess, why don't we go back? It should be more lively outside."

"Back to where?"

Yan He pinched the persimmon and didn't listen to her carefully: "Going back to Almo?"

"No, go back and find King Maodun."

"Oh."

Well, even more listless.

Wu Si pursed her lips, a little undecided, and had to open the lunch box first.

"Princess, eat something to fill your stomach first. Don't be hungry."

After all, we were in the Huguo Temple, so naturally we ate and drank the same food as the other monks.

They are green and all vegetarian.

Yan He stuffed one of the persimmons into Wu Si's hand and said, "I picked it in a master's backyard."

"Thank you princess."

After dinner, the bright moonlight had unknowingly covered the earth.

The yard was quiet, with the occasional sound of bells coming from afar.

Yan He stood by the window for a while, but finally couldn't sit still and went out.

Wu Si was about to follow when she stopped him.

"I'll be back soon."

"Yes."

She remembered clearly the route she took today, so when she left the hospital, she deliberately walked in the opposite direction.

Further behind the Huguo Temple, there is a bamboo forest.

Yan He followed the path, not knowing where he was going. Life in ancient times was basically not very fun.

What's more, it's in the temple.

When on the grassland, they can gallop on horseback or dance around the campfire.

This is not the case in Kyoto, which has a dense population and many buildings.

“Gudong gudong gudong…”

The trickling water flows down from top to bottom, making a healing and crisp sound.

Yan He stopped.

I stood on the shore and watched for a while, then looked around and saw that there was no one around.

I found a clean stone to sit on.

Struggling in my mind.

What's so fun about water? It's cold.

But there is nothing to play with except water.

The two ideas collided back and forth.

Then, she was too lazy to take off her shoes and just put her whole foot down to avoid people from the Central Plains coming over.

He splashed around in the water twice, then lifted his toes slightly, raising water droplets all over the sky.

Under the bright moon, it shines with a crystal clear light.

When she was about to lift her foot again.

A gentle and polite voice came from behind, accompanied by the gurgling stream.

"What are you doing, benefactor?"

Yan He turned his head instantly.

The quiet Buddhist was standing not far away, with the same string of Buddhist beads on his hand that he had worn during the day.

Just looked at her quietly.

Under the clear sunlight, he is infinitely holy and his eyes are peaceful. In his eyes, all beings are equal.

The beautiful girl, who originally wanted to continue playing in the water because she was bored, just stopped there.

After reacting.

As if he had done something wrong, he stood up quickly.

Put your hands together and say, "Good evening, Master Jiaxuan. Chidan is just... having fun."

Looks extremely well-behaved.

The Buddhist did not speak.

With his eyes half closed, his gaze fell on her wet skirt and embroidered shoes.

The other party quietly moved back a little.

Then he retracted his gaze and said, "Donor, the cold dew is heavy at night, so it's better not to get cold."

"Master is right."

As she spoke, a pair of bright and lively eyes raised up and looked at him eagerly.

Relatively speechless.

Yan He knew that he was a monk and he needed to practice cultivation. Even if they couldn't be husband and wife, they could always be friends, right?

His eyes rolled and he took the initiative to step forward: "Why is Master Jia Xuan here?"

"I am just passing by."

"Where are you going?"

"Return to the Zen room."