Chapter 213 I am just a stinky monk

Jinghui was stunned for a moment. Her calm and gentle face was no longer as unattainable as usual, and she was high above the surface.

Thinking about what Song Ci meant, I couldn't help but smile a little and pointed to the cushion in front of the small table.

"You don't have to panic so much, sit."

Huh?

Didn't you want to save her?

Song Ci opened her eyes and looked at Jinghui carefully. Seeing that he had no evil appearance or the way he wanted to do it, his nervous mood was slightly relaxed.

Perhaps knowing that the other party had seen through her old background, Song Ci didn't plan to pretend in front of this person. She lifted the hem of the skirt readily, sat down on the futon, and crossed her legs.

Jinghui saw that she was so rough that she shook her hands while pouring tea. A drop of the tea was sprinkled out, and the corners of her mouth were twitched.

He handed the tea to Song Ci, and Song Ci lowered her eyes and her eyes lit up.

This hand is slender and slender, as white as jade, with round fingertips, and very neatly trimmed nails, revealing a very healthy pink color.

Song Ci muttered: "You should do a hand model for this hand."

Jinghui: "..."

He didn't understand what the hand mold was, but it should be something she had.

He looked at Song Ci quietly, his eyes soft and gentle.

Perhaps because of the lack of sandalwood and the Zen room was too quiet, Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. When he looked up, he looked at him, his eyes seemed to see everything, and the hair on his back stood up again.

However, she was afraid of yarn, and at worst she could die.

"Master, you asked me to come, right?" Song Ci spoke tentatively.

Jinghui smiled slightly: "Just look at the donor."

I, an old woman, can you still see a flower, you stinky monk?

Song Ci: "The master has seen it now, can I leave, right?"

"If the donor wants to leave, he will do it." Jinghui did not force himself to stay.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows and looked at him, trying to see if he was pretending, was waiting for him to move, and then began to be as anxious as the rules?

But in a moment, he was defeated.

Well, in terms of determination and patience, she really can't beat a monk.

"I won't leave." Song Ci asked with a willing look, "Everyone says, Master, you are a great monk and a holy Buddha. You asked me again now, probably because you have seen through my old truth?"

Jinghui: "I am afraid, I am just a stinky monk."

Song Ci yelled, "What a guy, he really has some ability, and everyone knows that I'm scolding him."

Song Ci said embarrassedly: "Don't let it go, Master, since you see through it, why bother to say it?"

"Only those who see through but don't say through it, and those who see through it but don't say it thoroughly will be wise."

Song Ci said bitterly, "Master, there are no outsiders here. If you don't say secret words, you can help the trusted woman, why am I here? You see, I am a person outside the world, and there is no reason to stay here. Master, why do you show your compassion and send me back."

Jinghui closed his hands and recited Amitabha Buddha, saying, "Donor, existence is the truth. The donor came here to save others. If time comes, he will leave."

Song Ci was stunned.

"In this life, people are all about rushing, rushing people, hearts, and yourself. Song Donor, you are so comfortable, don't worry." Jinghui smiled and said, "The vegetarian food in Songshan Temple is still good. The weather is hot. Why donor Song Donor might as well try one or two?"

This is driving people away.

Song Ci felt lonely and wanted to ask a few more questions, but saw the other party flipped out the scriptures.

She had to stand up and walk out.

Jinghui looked at the door, closed the scriptures, and was about to get up.

Song Ci looked in at the door frame again and said, "Master, meeting is fate. At least you can write me ten or eight peace talismans to take them away?"

Jinghui still maintained a half-up posture: "..."
Chapter completed!