The man has a beautiful face, deep black pupils like an axe, angular red lips, untied long hair that quietly sticks to his straight back, the tail of his hair swaying slightly in the breeze, holding a hand in his left hand

He holds an alms bowl, his right hand on his chest, and a Buddhist bead around his neck. He is wearing a white robe and a gold and red cassock over his shoulders, which makes the swastika between his eyebrows stand out.

He doesn't seem to like talking, and he doesn't like to laugh. It should be said that he doesn't laugh at all. He is as cold as ice, without any expression, but without any fearful malice. When faced with the comments of people around him, he is not distracted and accepts them.

After picking up two steamed buns, he turned around and saw all the shop owners and passers-by bowing to him, so he bent down and bowed in return.

Then he walked forward expressionlessly, his eyelids drooping, and he passed through the crowd. He noticed that the people in front of him had no intention of giving way, and something made him frown for a moment, but he soon relaxed and raised his eyes.

Their eyes met, Cai Xiaotu stared intently at the familiar face that she seemed to have met in a dream, and held her breath. She must have seen him before, but she just couldn't remember where, but he acted very unfamiliar.

He seemed to have no intention of talking to her, a holy monk who refused to talk to anyone thousands of miles away.

Cai Xiaotu naturally lifted the two meat buns and placed them in the other party's bowl: "Here you go!"

Is he asking for alms from her? She believed that no one would not give alms to him, and never left his eyes. With just one glance, the whole person's soul seemed to be sucked into him, and he could no longer extricate himself. Those eyes were hers

The clearest and freest thing I have ever seen, there is only kindness that is wider than the sea.

There is also an inviolable Zen spirit. No one would blaspheme the Buddha. She was attracted to him not because of how good-looking he was, let alone because of his supreme ability. It was just those eyes, eyes that could soothe people, looking at him.

He will be able to forget all the hatred he had and forget where he is.

She believed that he was the reincarnation of the Buddha in a remote town, because he seemed to be surrounded by the light of the Buddha, and she could hear the bells from the temple in her ears, as well as the scriptures recited by countless eminent monks when they redeemed the souls of the dead. He was so untainted by the dust.

Clean eyes cannot but be respected.

Fanxiu stared at the alms bowl in his hand, tilted his head back and walked sideways past the woman to a few beggars who were looking at him, took out the two meat buns and bent down to send them out.

"Thank you, Master!" The child held his hands to accept God's gift.

"Amitabha!" Fanxiu bowed in return and left the market with slow steps.

Cai Xiaotu became very angry when she saw the child gobbling it up. This monk was too disrespectful. She bought five in total and gave two to him, but he turned around and gave them to the beggar. Was he insulting her?

? She didn’t bother to pass the meat buns that passed her hands... meat... and slapped her forehead. How could she forget that monks don’t eat meat?

I even said that when I saw him taking a detour, why did I become obsessed with it? And now my mind is filled with his image. I remember a song that goes like this. Just because I glanced at you one more time in the crowd, I never saw you again.

Can I forget your face...

If the whole world had a pair of such clear eyes, she believed that her parents would not have passed away early. If the whole world had a pair of such clear eyes, she would not have fled to the end of the world.

There are no ifs in the world, because Fanxiu has these eyes, so he is a legend.
Chapter completed!