Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

545. The Soul of Enlightenment

"Hello, my name is Su Mengdie!" A woman took a few steps forward and introduced herself, but the other party did not intend to respond. She looked around. Here she could be said to be surrounded by mountains and rivers. Wuse faced a stream, and he just stood up with his right hand, so he was truly focused without distraction and not disturbed by the outside world.

Devote your efforts to practice.

Since the person ignored her, he sat down and did not look at her, but stared at the front and smiled bitterly: "I really envy you!" She couldn't calm down and thought about what was going on outside at this moment and whether the war had started. The little monk read the scriptures for her in the middle of the night, but she didn't remember a word. The one beside her must be a Taoist monk.

It was the abbot who was grateful to her for giving Shaolin Temple the opportunity to be respected, so she was allowed to come alone to be company with the monks. She would not let the old abbot down on his painstaking efforts. She was close to Zhu Zhe Chi. One day, like this master, she had six pure six senses and couldn't help but turn her head to peek.

The man had a straight face. He did not close his eyes and recite scriptures. Instead, he looked ahead in a confused manner. His skin was fair and handsome, with a handsome face and a jade-like face... Fifty years ago, Su Mengdie believed that he was like this. He bit his lips tightly and turned back stiffly. Where did so many old monks come from in the temple?

If she was a handsome guy, such a boring day would still be pleasing to the eye. She wasn't her judging by her appearance. After all, everyone has a love for beauty. She bowed her head bitterly. God, are you playing with me? Listening to those scriptures every day is annoying enough, and you eat clear soup and white rice, and you can't even see the oil and fishy ones, and you have to waste your energy to carry water.

She came to learn martial arts, not to recite scriptures, what should she do? Suddenly she missed her life outside: "I am here to learn martial arts, why did you become a monk?"

"It's also here to practice martial arts!" Wuse did not ignore it anymore, and also looked helpless.

"Oh? How long have you learned? What have you learned?" Su Mengdie was very interested when she talked about martial arts.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "It's been fifty years! Nothing has been done!"

Five...I haven't learned anything in fifty years? A girl was gasping for air conditioning. Could it be better not to hit her like this? She asked puzzledly: "How could that happen? He refused to teach you?"

Wuse nodded.

"Why?"

Wuse stopped talking.

Su Mengdie thought he disdained her and stopped asking more questions. She closed her eyes and silently recited the scriptures that the little monk recited to her last night.

"It is said that the Buddhist pure land can cleanse people's dirty hearts. Why did I wash my heart here for fifty years and my heart is still so lewd?" After Wuse for a while, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask the sky. There were still two distinct tears on his old face covered with pleated ones.

A woman's mouth twitched, no wonder she was called Wuse.

Well, she understood why those monks laughed. When she thought about the feelings, she was empty. The old abbot thought that she was thinking of something lewd in her heart. She was in an instant and she wanted to cry without tears. She was wronged. She was serious about learning skills. Out of politeness, she looked at the old man strangely.

A great man, he has been thinking about obscene things for fifty years. Besides, you are so old, and you don’t have the energy to do some things, right? Seeing him slowly turning to look at her, he immediately clenched his fists vigilantly, and he wouldn’t be lewd to be lewd, right?

She was not interested in Lao Niu. Seeing the old man raised his eyebrows in a daze, she quickly reached out and stopped: "You should continue to cleanse your soul here slowly, I'll sit there!"

How dirty is his heart? It has been 50 years since he was washed clean. The world is getting more and more messy. She began to regret this move, but if she goes back now, the group of people will poke her nose and mock her?
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next