Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Abbot Jing'an

Abbot Jing'an was sitting in the quiet room, holding an account book, listening to the report from "Abbot Jingxin".

"Sister, if Brother Yuantong from Famen Temple hadn't sent several hundred taels of silver some time ago, the disciples in this nunnery would have starved long ago."

Jing'an put down the account book, frowned and asked, "How long can you hold on?"

Dean Jingxin sighed heavily.

"Alas, for at most two months, I have already reduced the expenses of the nunnery to the lowest level, but more than a hundred disciples mean more than a hundred mouths to feed..."

Jing'an looked down at the whisk in his hand and said, "Tomorrow, I will sell this whisk."

"Sister, this is not possible. This is the magic weapon passed down from Master. If we sell it, how can we......"

"No need to say more."

At this moment, the receptionist came to report.

"Abbot, Dean, a donor in the main hall has donated 500 taels of silver for incense offerings. He wants to see the abbot and Master Liaoyuan."

Dean Jingxin was overjoyed when he heard this and asked quickly, "Can she tell me her name?"

The receptionist replied, "The donor calls himself Chu Wen."

"Chu Wen? He's a man?"

Jing'an was surprised.

"Reply to the abbot, it is a young man."

Jing'an thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead and entertain us. I'll be there soon."

After the receptionist left, the abbot Jingxin asked curiously, "Why did this person specifically ask to see Leyuan?"

"Alas, it's hard for Yuan. Why do you think that Senior Brother Yuantong donated silver? You and I don't have that much face."

"What you said is true, but Le Yuan has been practicing in seclusion for many years and has never left this nunnery. Where did she get all these worldly connections? Could it be that this person is here for Nian Ci?"

"Don't make wild guesses."

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"Amitabha, Mr. Chu has good intentions in his heart and will surely be blessed by the Bodhisattva."

Jing'an was very surprised to see that the donor who donated five hundred taels of silver was actually a handsome young man under twenty years old.

When Chu Wen saw that the abbot was pretty, gentle and elegant, and that she could turn the tattered monk's robe into a fashionable evening gown, he immediately took a liking to her.

Abbot Jing'an

"Abbot Wan'an, to be honest, my master heard that your temple was in trouble, so he asked me to come and help."

"Who is the donor's master?" Jing'an frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

Only then did Chu Wen remember that he didn't even know his master's name or Buddhist name.

The old monk led the way to the gate of Shuiyue Temple, but refused to come in. Chu Wen couldn't run out to ask him, so he could only say:

"My master is the younger brother of Abbot Yuantong."

After hearing this, Jing'an immediately knew who Master Chu Wen was.

Jing'an knew all the reasons why Leyuan became a nun while pregnant. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart:

These two brothers are really interesting. Not only do their six senses not remain pure, but they also accept disciples who do not shave their heads. I wonder what kind of Buddhism they are practicing?

Jing'an thought that Chu Wen meant to donate 500 taels of silver, so he didn't think about it and said:

"Donor Chu, wait a moment. I will let someone inform Yuan. It is up to her to decide whether to see her or not."

Chu Wen wanted to see Master Yuan only out of curiosity. Business was more important. He said:

"I would like to write a few poems in your temple to help dispel the rumors. I wonder if the abbot will allow it?"

Jing'an didn't understand what this meant. She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Chu Wen in confusion: "What do you mean, benefactor?"

Chu Wen really loves the nun. Look at her eyes, so pure.

He put on his signature smile, acted like a cute little brother, and said with a silly smile: "Just let me write a few poems on the wall."

Jing'an was delighted to see the boy had a cute face. She thought Chu Wen was just being naughty and wanted to doodle something as a souvenir.

Shuiyue Temple was in trouble at the time, and someone donated five hundred taels of silver to help in time of need. There was no reason not to meet this small request.

Jing'an gave Chu Wen a faint smile, turned around and ordered: "Mingjing, prepare the pen and ink."

Just as the nun Mingjing was preparing her writing brush and ink, a young girl in dark blue monk's robes walked out from behind the Buddha statue.

Chu Wen looked carefully. The girl had a gentle and lively face, bright eyes, a straight and beautiful nose, and slightly upturned mouth corners that revealed a hint of sweetness and kindness. With the monk's robe and bronze necklace, she looked particularly elegant and refined.

念慈

She has both the gracefulness of the Jiangnan misty rain and the elegance of ink painting, pure and beautiful without losing charm.

Her beauty lies not in her dazzling beauty, but in the gentleness and grace that radiates from the inside out, which is unforgettable.

Chu Wen couldn't help but stare in amazement, as he felt that there was something familiar between the woman's eyebrows and eyes.

The girl saw a man staring at her and her face turned red with embarrassment.

She walked to Jing'an in small steps, lowered her head, and whispered:

"Abbot, Master Liaoyuan does not wish to see visitors."

Chu Wen heard this and said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay. I think Junior Sister looks very familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

Jing'an smiled when he heard that.

The woman blushed even more and whispered:

"Never."

Chu Wen was born a bad person, and his bad habits never changed in his two lives.

Seeing her blush, he was pleased and teased her deliberately:

"Could it be that the old lady on the Naihe Bridge has changed to selling soy milk?"

After saying this, the girl's face turned red. She quickly moved forward and hid behind Jing'an, hiding herself.

Jing'an patted the girl's hand and said:

"It's not wrong for him to call you Junior Sister. He is the disciple of your Senior Uncle Yuantong's younger brother. I just don't know who is older between the two of you?"

Chu Wen heard this and quickly said, "I'm twenty-five."

In fact, he didn't know how old he was, but he was old enough to be an adult. He deliberately said he was older, just because he wanted a junior sister.

Jing'an glanced at Chu Wen with a smile in his eyes: "That's right, Nianci just turned nineteen this year."

Chu Wen saw that Junior Sister Nian Ci was gentle and graceful, and that she looked even more plain in her monk's robes. Her shy personality was particularly likable, and there was always a sense of familiarity between her eyebrows, so he immediately developed a good impression of her.

"It turns out to be Junior Sister Nianci. Junior Sister Wan'an, I will be writing a poem in the temple later and I need someone to help me with the ladder. I wonder if Junior Sister Nianci is willing to help."

As he spoke, Chu Wen took out a palm-sized golden Buddha from his sleeve.

This golden Buddha was originally Mr. Wild Boar's treasure, but now he uses it to pick up girls.

Chu Wen placed the golden Buddha on the table, pushed it forward, and said with a sunny face:

"This is a gift for Junior Sister."

Jing'an saw that Chu Wen was so generous, and this golden Buddha was worth at least two thousand taels of silver. He thought:

This boy donated five hundred taels of silver to the nunnery, but gave his junior sister a golden Buddha as a gift. It's so unfair.

Nianci grew up in Shuiyue Temple and had never come into contact with any man from the outside world.

This time I brought a letter for Yuan, but unexpectedly I got a golden Buddha out of nowhere.

Although she was inexperienced in worldly affairs, she knew the value of gold and developed some affection for this newly recognized senior brother.

Jing'an waited for a long time but Nianci didn't speak. Turning back, he saw Nianci blushing. The nunnery was in trouble and needed gold and silver, so he said to Nianci:

"Why don't you thank me, brother?"

"Thank you, senior brother."

Nianci's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and she blushed again after she finished speaking.

The more Chu Wen looked at this junior sister, the more he liked her, and the closer he felt to her. He took out a string of jade beads from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"I'll give this bead to Junior Sister Nianci to play with. It's a thank you gift for helping me hold the ladder."

Jing'an took a look and saw that the jade beads were emerald green and translucent, and there were a total of 108 of them. Their value was higher than that of the golden Buddha, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

I heard that Zhizhang has been expelled from Buddhism. Where did he find such a rich disciple?

Women are born to love jewelry, and Nianci is no exception.

She saw that the beads were very beautiful and liked them very much, and her liking for this senior brother increased greatly.

"Why don't you thank me, brother?"

"Thank you, senior brother." Nianci said shyly.