Chapter 913
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Yan Fan extinguished the fire and turned to wash his hands by the river.
Shen Wanqing sat there, holding the handkerchief that Yan Fan had just handed to her. She looked down at the handkerchief in her hand. It was very clean, and she could smell a very faint sandalwood scent. It was the smell of incense from the temple.
She pursed her lips and walked over. She squatted beside Yan Fan. "Master, your handkerchief."
Hearing this, Yan Fan turned his head and reached out to take the handkerchief with a smile.
After washing his hands, Yan Fan stood up. Shen Wanqing watched as he turned and walked to the pile of remains of the pheasant on the ground.
Then, looking at Yan Fan's behavior, Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows in amusement.
The young man dressed in yellow monk robes put his palms together and closed his deep and seductive peach blossom eyes. His light red lips moved slightly, as if he was murmuring something.
He looked very solemn and serious.
After a long while, Yan Fan opened his eyes. His long and thick eyelashes covered his eyelids, and his dark blue eyes were calm.
He turned his eyes and suddenly met Shen Wanqing's gaze. Seeing the faint smile in her eyes, Yan Fan unhurriedly curved the corners of his lips.
He calmly explained his behavior just now. "I didn't kill anything. This pheasant died of natural causes. Since it satisfied my and Benefactress's desire for good food, I naturally have to recite Buddhist prayers for it. "
The young man's expression was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't feel that his behavior was extremely complicated and contradictory.
"Benefactress must have gotten lost when she came in. I was just about to leave. If Benefactress doesn't mind, you can leave with me. " Yan Fan smiled indifferently. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was very bright, and his peach blossom eyes were especially enchanting.
Shen Wanqing nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."
The path in the forest was very quiet. The trees beside it were tall and green.
Shen Wanqing walked beside Yan Fan. She asked Yan Fan, "Master, are you a monk of this temple?"
The distance between the two of them was about the length of an adult, like a chasm between them.
Yan Fan rubbed the prayer beads on his left wrist with his fingertips. When he heard Shen Wanqing's words, he turned his eyes slightly to look at her, feeling a little amused.
"Don't I look like one?"
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing nodded. She looked at Yan Fan's black hair and said, "I have never seen a master grow long hair for cultivation."
"Shouldn't monks abstain from meat and fish?" Shen Wanqing asked Yan Fan thoughtfully.
Yan Fan seemed to have known that Shen Wanqing would ask this question. He twirled his prayer beads and casually curved his crimson lips.
"Have you ever heard of this saying?"
"What?"
"Wine and meat pass through the stomach, but Buddha stays in the heart."
Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows. "So Master is the one who keeps Buddha in his heart?"
Yan Fan shook his head lightly and said casually, "This is a poem. The world only knows the first half, but not the second half. Wine and meat pass through the stomach, but Buddha stays in the heart. If the world imitates me, it's like falling into the devil's path. Cultivating Buddhism and paying respects to Buddha is about cultivating the heart, not the body. A person's heart has thousands of understandings of Buddha. I still have a heart of reverence for Buddha, but this will not become my shackles. "
"Then will Master like someone?" The girl beside him suddenly pursed her lips after hearing his words and turned to look at him calmly.
The girl's words made Yan Fan pause for a moment. Then the youth smiled wickedly, his face devilishly charming. "Is Master looking at me?"
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