The Sutra Pavilion of the Two Zen Temples contained countless classics. It was made up of sixteen floors, but there were still many books that could not be stored. Although it was not a forbidden area, there was no place to burn incense. Pilgrims did not dare to walk around in this sacred land of Buddhism. Therefore, there were very few people in this area. Only a few monks came and went in a hurry, either to borrow books or to return books. Therefore, the group of three was particularly eye-catching today. A woman who looked like a young woman was holding the ear of a young monk who was wearing a special monk robe. The young woman was nagging non-stop. The poor young monk was being held by the ear and scolded. When he saw the monks of the temple, he still had to bow and greet them politely. Among the monks, there was no lack of eminent monks of the Hui generation. They were all in their sixties. When they saw this young monk who often taught them, they would also respectfully put their palms together and salute. However, when the old monks saw this scene, they all looked down, as if they did not see anything. As for the younger monks of the temple, the more timid ones would blush and grin at the young woman and the girl behind the monk. The more courageous ones would stop and follow a few steps, calling her Mistress. Most of them would try to worm their way into being friends with the girl of the same age. Unfortunately, the girl ignored them and was annoyed. She glared angrily and said, "Go away, who are you gathering so many bald heads to light up the lanterns for in broad daylight?"
The young monks laughed and dispersed, not forgetting to sneak a few glances at the girl.
The young woman who had been holding the young monk's ear said angrily, "Nanbei, you're really loyal! If I didn't ask my daughter to do it, how long would it take for you to give up your Master? Tell me, why is your Master hiding in the Sutra Pavilion? Which vixen at the foot of the mountain did he receive a love letter from this time?! "
The young monk who had no choice but to tiptoe said with a bitter face, "Mistress, I really didn't. Master is really studying the Buddhist scriptures. In the past few years, whenever the Great Abbot handed me a letter, I would quickly take the initiative to hand it over to Mistress."
The young woman laughed and said, "Bullsh * t. When was it not intercepted by something first? You two little brats peeking at it? What's there to see? Isn't it just a roundabout way of expressing admiration, adoration, and yearning? These women don't even know how to be shy. They're actually flirting with a monk! "
These three were, of course, Miss East-West, the little monk Zun Nanbei, and the famous tigress of the Two Zen Temples.
"Mother, you even married a monk." "Mother, you're married to a monk."
The young woman was very amiable towards her daughter. She increased the strength she used to twist her daughter's ear. She turned her head and said softly, "Daughter, how can this be the same? If I don't go to hell, who will? It's enough for your father to harm one woman."
Stupid North and South hurriedly expressed their loyalty and said, "Mistress is kind and virtuous!"
The young woman did not loosen her grip after listening to his flattery. Instead, she tightened her grip and snorted, "You're becoming more and more slippery like your master. You've gone down the mountain twice and now you know how to change your mind according to the wind? How could this be?! Daughter, be careful in the future. "
The small monk wanted to cry but had no tears.
It was over. He would probably have to eat half a bowl of rice for every meal for the next half a month.
Sigh, forget it. I'll just use the copper coins I saved to buy some nice clothes for East-West.
When they arrived in front of a sutra building, the young woman finally let go of the small monk. She shouted angrily, not losing to the Buddhist Lion's Roar, "Li Xiaoxin!"
The small monk said timidly, "Mistress, Master said that monks don't talk about their names, nor do they talk about their longevity."
The young woman ignored him and East-West said unhappily, "Shut up."
As soon as the young woman finished shouting, a white-robed monk rushed out of the lofty pavilion with a swoosh. He came to the front of the young woman and said with a smile, "Wife, are you tired from walking? Can you give me a massage?"
If an outsider was present, they would think that this woman had been rude and unreasonable along the way and would definitely teach the white-robed monk a lesson. However, when she saw her man, she said softly, "I'm not tired. It's just that I haven't seen you for a few days and I miss you a little."
The white-robed monk, whose real name was Li Xiaoxin, smiled intoxicatingly and did not speak.
Since she was here, there was no Zen in the world.
The East-West girl shook her head and walked away like an old man. The small monk, Nan Bei, followed behind her and asked softly, "Going to play chess?"
The young woman, who was thinking about which abbot to ask for fruits to satisfy her cravings, frowned and said, "Aren't you going to teach some old monks with the surname 'Shi'?"
The small monk looked at the hot weather and the hair on East-West's temples sticking tightly to her cheeks. He felt a little distressed and said, "There's still two hours left. Do you want to find a place to cool off?"
East-West said absent-mindedly, "Why hasn't Hsu Fengnian come to our temple to play?"
The small monk smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth. He volunteered, "Why don't I tell Master to let me go down the mountain to find Hsu Fengnian? Can I show him the way? "
East-West did not speak. She just turned to look at this stupid Nan Bei. Alas, a few years ago this stupid Nan Bei was half a head shorter than her. How did he suddenly grow so much taller? She walked to a cool corridor under the eaves of a sutra pavilion and sat on the railing. She held her chin and said, "Nan Bei, you're so stupid. If I'm not by your side in the future, what will you do?"
Nan Bei had always been scolded as stupid by this family of three. In fact, he was the one taking care of these three lazy guys. However, he was seriously thinking about this problem. His expression was even more serious than when the old monks in the temple asked him about the ambiguity of Buddhist scriptures. He seemed to have finally figured it out and smiled, "It's okay. As long as you're happy. Look at Master and his wife, they're so loving. You'll definitely be like them in the future. Don't worry, East-West, monks don't lie. I'm a man of my words. In the future, I'll definitely give you a box of the best and most expensive rouge. As for the sarira, I can probably afford it. "
East-West turned around and slapped the small monk's bald head, "Are you really going to burn the sarira after becoming Buddha? Aren't you stupid?"
Nan Bei smiled foolishly.
He was quite stupid.
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