"Ning'an, get out!" Song Shaoyan was really angry. Why did she come here? Who brought her here?

Ning An's appearance disrupted his rhythm. Song Shaoyan's breath was unstable and his eyes were dark.

"Song Shaoyan, look at this pure place of Buddhism. You let an innocent passerby go out in front of the abbot and the Buddha. If you let go, where will your temper and momentum come from?" Ning An couldn't understand it.

Spare people.

"You!" Song Shaoyan was really...suddenly speechless.

"How can you let go if you are easily angered? Song Shaoyan, don't lie to Abbot, you are not suitable to convert to Buddhism, and Buddhism does not want disciples like you." Ning'an said, "Abbott, such people do not have enough cultivation.

If you can convert to Buddhism, you can consider it again."

After saying this, Ning An bowed to the abbot again, with an extremely pious attitude and clear eyes.

In comparison, she is more like a disciple of Buddhism.

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he said nothing.

He also knows that he was too excited just now and now he has failed.

Talking about cultivation, talking about letting go, as soon as Ning An appeared, he actually broke his skills.

The abbot still had a cheerful smile on his face, just like the Buddha, looking at all living beings with tolerance.

The abbot clasped his hands together and saluted Ning'an, and then looked at Song Shaoyan: "Donor Song, what this female benefactor said is not unreasonable. I think you haven't converted to Buddhism yet. Buddhism pays attention to fate.

You and the Buddha are not destined to be together yet, so you might as well think about it carefully, and come to me again when one day you really think about it clearly and understand what it means to let go of everything and realize that everything is empty."

"Abbot." Song Shaoyan frowned.

"Of course, if you have any unresolved knots in your daily life, you can come to me at any time. Buddha has a broad mind and can tolerate things that the world cannot tolerate." The abbot spoke slowly and spoke in a friendly voice.

"Song Shaoyan, you can't even face your own appearance calmly, which means you have something you care about. Since you can't let go of what you care about, then don't bother the abbot and the Buddha." Ning An mercilessly exposed Song Shaoyan,

Almost to the point.

This man is really hypocritical.

When you come to the Buddha, do you want to complain or to purify your mind?

Such people have the nerve to say that they have given up.

"Donor Song, I have several books here that you asked for from me last time. You can take them away." The abbot took out a few Buddhist classics from the bookshelf.

"Thank you, Abbot." Song Shaoyan accepted.

"Almsgiver Song, you and the Buddha are not destined to be together yet." The abbot still smiled.

Song Shaoyan naturally understood what it meant and nodded: "Excuse me, Abbot."

Song Shaoyan took the book and left.

Ning'an saw him leaving and asked the abbot with a smile: "Abbot, did I wake up the dreamer with my words?"

The abbot smiled: "Amitabha."

Master Yichan felt that this girl was smarter and more spiritual than the benefactor of Song Dynasty.

"Amitabha, Abbot, please take your leave first."

Ning An also left.

In the temple, Song Shaoyan couldn't settle the accounts with Ning An. As soon as he left the temple, he stopped and waited for her to come out on the side of the road.

A few minutes later, Ning An walked to the roadside wrapped in a scarf and looked at Song Shaoyan through the white fog with narrowed eyes.

Although I couldn't see his face, I could see his angry eyes.

Ning An put his hands in his coat pockets and raised the corners of his lips.
Chapter completed!