Quick Wear Host, She is Beautiful and Sweet

  Chapter 761 Hou Ye is sick and disabled (21)

  Xie Jinglan nodded slightly.

  "Where is the master?" Chu Wu asked, her hands still resting on Xie Jinglan's wheelchair, and she was about to push someone over.

  The little novice monk quickly called to a halt, "This female donor, please stop!"

"Um?"

  Chu Yan looked over.

  The young monk may not know what female **** is, but he can distinguish between beauty and ugliness, especially that person’s eyes are so bright that all of a sudden, his speech is a little stumbled.

   "The teacher and the uncle only invited the donor to thank you..."

   Chu Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "But I didn't say I can't go there together, right?"

"this……"

  The little novice monk was really embarrassed. He raised the hand of the ceremony and unconsciously digging out the ring scar on his head.

  The little novice monk was born with a lovely Xueyu, except that his head was lightly polished, like a clean egg, at a young age, but there were also a few scars on it.

  Wearing a simple monk's robe, her face is still immature, but she has to make a dusty expression...Don't be cute.

   "Little monk, did it hurt when you clicked the scar?" Chu Wu subconsciously wanted to touch his head.

"what?"

   Perceiving the approaching movement, the little novice monk quickly took a step back, as if what was in front of him was not a big beauty but a scourge, but his cheeks were suspiciously red.

  "This donor, please respect yourself!"

   "Why don't I respect myself?" Chu Wu's expression is more innocent than him, "As the saying goes, if you think of Buddha in your heart, then Buddha will be in your heart..."

   Chu Wu’s sophistry came down, and the little monk was completely stunned, and she couldn’t help but feel--

  Ah, she seems to be right...

  Xie Jinglan clearly watched Chu Wu's relish face when teasing the little novice monk next to him. It was a kind of relaxed and completely different beauty.

  He has rarely seen it.

   "It fits but only." Xie Jinglan stopped it aloud, "That's still a child."

  The little novice monk immediately cast a grateful look at him.

  Thanks to the donor who usually looks fierce and difficult to approach, but I didn’t expect to be a good person...

Xie Jinglan avoided the little novice monk's gaze.

  Chu Wei was confident: "It is because he is still a child that I can't let him go!"

  Xie Jinglan: "..."

  Although I don’t understand what the other person is talking about, it must not be good or bad.

  "You can go now." In order to prevent Chu Wu from continuing to toss, Xie Jinglan spoke out to persuade the little monk. Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he added, "I will pass, alone."

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  Finally, Xie Jinglan went to see the master, and Chu Wu wandered around the temple alone.

  In the temple, under the ancient pine trees.

  A monk with a robe is sitting in meditation with flowers.

Unlike the masters imagined by outsiders, the face of this master is very young and beautiful. He is only in his twenties. However, when he raises his head, his lips are not bent and he smiles. His eyes are wise and bright. Distraction.

   is definitely my Buddha's compassion and the appearance of the Buddha saving sentient beings.

When Xie Jinglan's wheelchair pushed in, the young monk happened to pour the tea on the opposite table to take it back. Obviously, the time was right, and there was a chessboard in front of him.

  The chessboard and the pieces are not precious, they are just polished from ordinary stones, but they seem to be handy and gentle after a young age and time.

  A Buddha-nature was born in vain.

  Likong looked up at Xie Jinglan. The fine sunlight leaked from the cracks in the trees and fell on the face of the young Buddha. It seemed that his expression was sad and joyful. He said to the Buddha before saying:

   "Thank you for the donor, long time no see."

  Xie Jinglan retired everyone, and pushed the wheelchair to the other side of the chessboard. He picked up a black stone in his hand, and slapped it in the most center position without even thinking about it.

   is too strong to make any sense.

   "You are still the same, you are pretending to be a fool, bald donkey."

  There was no half-heartedness in his tone, or even rudely slandering the other party’s beliefs, but he was not angry when he was empty, and he picked up a white child and dropped it.

  Buddha is in his heart.

  As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, it is practice everywhere.

   However, compared to Xie Jinglan's deviant approach, he settled in the corner, appearing gentle and abiding.

  The two will soon play chess with you and me.

Xie Jinglan played chess fast and vigorously. Every time he placed a piece, he almost didn’t need to think about it. However, he looked much calmer and gentler, but the speed of the move never dropped too much. He always followed Xie Jinglan, appearing not. Not too slow.

  Xie Jinglan’s chess style is like his people falling into his hands. These blacks have become warriors on the battlefield.

  King Kong looked gentle and accessible, able to tolerate everything, and actually did prevent Xie Jinglan's every ultimate move. Between black and white, it also invisibly neutralized the wanton killing in Xie Jinglan's chess piece.

But if you look up, you will find that Xie Jinglan’s look is completely different from the crazy chess game. He looks very calm, and he is not annoyed by the block of the game. Except for his eyes that are dark and bottomless, everything else can be described as indifference. .

  It seems like the chess pieces under his hand, the whole chessboard is a toy controlled by him!

   Soon, several confrontations passed, and I started casually chatting.

  "Thanks to the donor, it seems to be doing well these days."

   The face on the other side was still as pale as before, and the hostility hidden in the eyebrows remained undiminished, but the whole person revealed a sense of vitality that was not there in the past.

  Very light, but also hopeful.

  Xie Jinglan ignored him, and the ultimate move appeared on the chess game.

  The young and handsome monk calmly defended him, and said, "What good has happened? I have heard that Xie Shizhu married his wife some time ago..."

  Xie Jinglan let go suddenly.

  The black chess pieces fell back into the chess basket and collided with each other. There was a crisp sound, which seemed a bit harsh in this quiet temple.

  "Didn’t the monk have broken away from the world, why should six pure monks come to ask about this kind of furniture?" Xie Jinglan opened his mouth and mocked.

  "Amitabha, although the poor monk practiced Buddhahood, he still lives in the mundane world. He is still a man of this mundane world and cannot be detached from it."

   Monk Lekong gave a clear smile, and the Buddha nature seemed to penetrate everything, "It seems that the relationship between Xie Shizhu and Madam Ling is very good..."

"Ah."

  Xie Jinglan only snorted coldly, without comment.

  Kong continued, "Thanks to the donor, this world is dead for a lifetime, and the donor has a devil in his heart, for the world and the common people, and thank the donor for turning back as soon as possible..."

   There was a "pop".

  This time Xie Jinglan directly smashed the black piece into the chess basket, and this angry blow splashed out the rest of the pieces inside, messing up the half of the chess game.

  Xie Jinglan raised his head, revealing a pair of dark eyes, staring straight at the opposite monk.

   "The world? Common people?"

  He sneered, his posture was extremely overbearing, "What is the life and death of others to me? This world was originally shot down by my Xie family, so I will also be upset!"

   "Thank the donor, why bother to stir up the capital?" After a peaceful persuasion, he sighed, "Not for the outside world, thanks to the donor, you should also think of the person you love in your heart..."

  Unexpectedly, Xie Jinglan's tone became more and more severe, "Why should I consider where my love is no longer there?!"

  Liao Kong only slowly shook his head, doing Buddhist language, and he looked at Xie Jinglan's eyes transparently, as if he could see through everything.

   "Thanks to the donor, your heart is not quiet."

  Xie Jinglan looked at him solemnly.

   was empty: "It said, it's messed up."

  Under the sleeves, Xie Jinglan's thumb was rubbing something unconsciously, except that the top part showed a transparent green.

  It is the jasper hairpin that Chu Wu gave him.

  　 The Buddha is so emotional, I should open a plane to engage in the male protagonist~

  　　 I was in the hospital during the day this weekend, mainly to fill up my cavities. The cuties should really protect their teeth, don’t follow me_(:з」∠)_

  　　 The two more owed on Tuesday will probably be owed for a few more days...

  (End of this chapter)