Chapter 915
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Upon hearing the little novice monk's words, Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You can renounce asceticism in your temple?"
The little novice monk nodded. "Of course. But generally speaking, since one chooses to accompany the green lamp and recite Buddhist scriptures with Buddha, he must have made up his mind. Once he has made up his mind, very few people would choose to return to the secular world later on. "
But Shen Wanqing smiled thoughtfully. Renouncing asceticism … That would be much more convenient.
Then, the little novice monk sighed. "Actually, Your Highness has already met Senior Brother Yan Fan, right?"
She paused and raised her eyebrows. "?"
"I can smell the aroma of barbecued meat on Your Highness' body. I believe Your Highness must have stumbled upon Senior Brother Yan Fan barbecuing meat when you entered the back mountain, right?" The novice monk asked Shen Wanqing with a smile.
Seeing that the little novice monk had seen through her, Shen Wanqing did not hide it anymore. She said, "You know that Little Master Yan Fan eats meat?"
Upon hearing this, the little novice monk shrugged helplessly. "Everyone in our temple knows about this. Do you know why we rarely go to the back mountain? Firstly, it's because the back mountain's terrain is complicated. Many people who enter often get lost. Secondly, it's because of Senior Brother Yan Fan. "
"When we first caught Senior Brother Yan Fan breaking his precepts and eating meat, Senior Brother Yan Fan was only 15 years old at that time. At that time, the Martial Uncles in the temple were very angry and almost drove Senior Brother Yan Fan out of the temple. Later, the abbot appeared. I don't know what he said, but the Martial Uncles allowed Senior Brother Yan Fan to do whatever he wanted. "
"As for why they said that Senior Brother Yan Fan's temperament is strange, he doesn't recite Buddhist scriptures or recite Buddhist scriptures. He often skips morning classes and is rarely seen. He doesn't look like a Buddhist disciple. Instead, he looks like a playboy in the secular world. However, the abbot said that Senior Brother Yan Fan's attainments in Buddhism are better than anyone else's. "
"I don't ask Buddha to help me. I can also help myself."
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Shen Wanqing followed the young novice monk to the abbot's meditation room. The smell of sandalwood in the meditation room was very strong. Shen Wanqing walked in and saw the burning sandalwood.
The abbot looked to be around seventy years old, and there were six marks on his bald head. His body was very thin and small, and he wore a yellowish-brown monk robe.
He was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He was reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed.
The little novice monk stood at the side and did not make a sound. Shen Wanqing also did not speak. She stood there and waited for the Abbot to recite the Buddhist scriptures.
After a while, the old abbot slowly opened his eyes. His turbid pupils were clear, and his eyebrows were white.
When the old abbot opened his eyes and saw Shen Wanqing, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he closed his eyes in relief.
She heard the old abbot murmur, "The rise and fall of fate. Everything is fate …"
The old abbot walked in front of Shen Wanqing. He looked at Shen Wanqing's eyes and sighed faintly. "Your Highness has a strong smell of blood on you. If you want to purify yourself, I'm afraid it will take some time."
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing frowned and said calmly, "Time is not a problem." Since the young man was here, she would not leave until she took him home.
The old abbot looked at the burning sandalwood. Circles of smoke swirled in the air and then scattered with the wind.
"Your Highness has a strong smell of blood on you, but there are not many evil creatures. Your Highness' hands are stained with the blood of evil people. "
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