Seeing Ming Shijiu, the middle-aged nun didn't even hesitate and said directly: "I'm sorry, this temple is not convenient for the male donor to stay." After that, he slammed the door.

Ming 19: "…"

There is no pressure to ask him to kill someone and set fire, but now he is much more stressful to be turned away.

Born as a man, is it his fault?

He looked at the closed door in embarrassment and had to return in a bad mood.

Seeing Ming Shijiu coming back with a dirt face, Yan Qingrui smiled. She got off the carriage lightly, walked to the door, patted it gently, and said with a clear voice: "Master, Bodhi is not a tree, and Mingjing is not a platform, but in the mind of Master, the donor is actually apart from men and women, as if he is too attached to the face!"

It was strange that she said this clearly, and the door opened again. The middle-aged nun stood in front of the door again, looked at Yan Qingrui who was standing in Yingying, and said, "Donor, there is a pure land in the world, a pure land in Buddhism, and a nun temple. It is indeed inconvenient for a male donor."

But the sound has been much slower.

Yan Qingrui said: "There is the true pure land without dust in the heart!"

The middle-aged nun couldn't help but look at Yan Qingrui again and finally said, "Donor wait for the donor to report to the temple to preside over the presidency!" As she said that, she closed the door again, and footsteps left hurriedly.

Yan Qingrui was not in a hurry. It was already night. Even the weakest Xingyun, the three people on her side, were still good at fisting and kicking. Moreover, because of that painting and poetry, she thought of the connection of Nanyin Temple. There must be something left by her mother in this temple.

So, she will wait for how long.

Because of Xuyun, the monk who was not irrelevant, she had a very difficult-to-speaking desire to abuse her bald head. If it weren't for this, she would have forced herself into it.

After a while, the temple gate opened again, and the middle-aged nun walked out with three young nuns in their twenties. The 26 or 27-year-old in the middle was wearing a blue-colored black robe, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Even if there was no black hair, he was still very outstanding.

The other two were twenty-two or three years old, and they were both outstanding in appearance.

What about the promised newspaper and the abbot?

The middle-aged nun pointed at Yan Qingrui and said, "This donor is!"

The young nun in the middle gave a Buddhist ritual to Yan Qingrui and said, "Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless, but the donor has already seen the path. He is really a destined person!"

Yan Qingrui praised and said in a non-sense way: "Even if I am a destined person, I will not become a monk. I came here today, but it was too hasty and it took me a chance to spend the rest of my life with the Great Buddha. However, the master said that it was not convenient for the male donor to stay in, so I was alarmed and presided over!"

Xingyun opened her eyes wide, what? This young nun was actually the abbot? But that middle-aged nun was not?

The young nun in the middle smiled and said, "Pinnie Jingchen, donor has good eyesight."

Yan Qingrui said: "Excessive award!"

Jingchen introduced: "This is Jingqiu, this is Jing'an!" He also pointed to the middle-aged nun and said: "This is Huixin!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Yan Qingrui, this is my personal girl Xingyun, this is my coachman!"

She turned her head and said, "Hui Xin, you have arranged for the three donors to take a rest first. Donor Yan, please give me a try!"

Is the host coming out just to say a few words to her?

It was because she refused too directly. She knew that there was no hope of taking her into Buddhism, so she retreated. Yan Qingrui thought jokingly.

And Huixin over there had already saluted and said, "Yes, uncle of the abbot!"
Chapter completed!