Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 447 Don’t let the Tathagata live up to you (8)

Xia Wanzhu couldn't see it, but the pulsating light in Ji Fan's eyes was like a mess of prosperity.

This is the first time he has touched the skin of a woman. Her body is so soft, and the warm temperature scalds both his hands and his heart.

He had been raised in a monastery since he was a child. This was the first time he felt the warmth of a woman.

This feeling is very strange, it makes people want to refuse, but it also makes people unable to bear to refuse.

In my impression, the woman in his arms is always full of energy, following her all the time, every time she calls him "handsome monk", her voice is sweet, and her eyes are full of joy when she looks at him shine.Every time he rejected her coldly, he would also see the disappointment in her eyes, but the next day she still followed him with a smile and called him "handsome monk".

Although she lied to him many times and designed him many times, he couldn't think of her bad things at all, and only thought of her good things in his mind.

Such a woman makes people hate and love at the same time.

Perhaps, even he himself didn't expect that she would use the word "love" to her.

In the distance, the bell rang, and the sound spread to the sky, and someone's heart was awakened.

When we got back to the monastery, it was already dark, and Xia Wanzhu passed behind Ji Fan's arms.

Arriving at the guest room where Xia Wanzhu lived, the abbot stood at the door of Xia Wanzhu's room.

Seeing the two, the abbot frowned obviously, and his eyes fell on Xia Wanzhu in Ji Fan's arms, then looked at Ji Chen, and sighed, "Ji Fan, after treating Miss Xia's injury, the main hall Find me."

Jifan looked at the abbot, bowed his head and said, "Yes, master."

On the bed, Xia Wanzhu's face was pale, but the expression on his face was very serene, and there was even a smile on his lips.

Ji Fan watched her for a long time, finally closed the door and went to the main hall.

In the main hall, the lotus lanterns are brilliant, the candles flicker, and the shredded tobacco slowly rises from the incense burner until it dissipates in the air, and after the wind blows, there is no trace.

"Jifan, you are here." The abbot's voice sounded in the main hall.

Ji Fan clasped his hands together, bowed to the abbot and said, "Master."

The abbot didn't turn to look at him, but asked directly: "Jifan, do you know which eight precepts are the most taboo for us monks?"

Jifan raised his eyebrows, and there was a wave of calm in his amber-like eyes, "One refrain from killing, two refrain from stealing, three refrain from prostitution, fourth refrain from lying, fifth refrain from drinking alcohol, sixth refrain from wearing incense, seven refrain from sitting on a high and wide bed, eight refrain from Untimely food."

After hearing Ji Fan's words, the abbot nodded in satisfaction, and then he turned around and looked into his bright and sharp eyes.

"Jifan, you must keep these eight precepts firmly in your heart, and never forget them in this life."

"Yes, Master." Ji Fan said in a low voice.

The abbot walked up to him, and said earnestly, "You are the most enlightened disciple in this life. I intended to pass on the title of abbot to you after my death. Don't let me down."

The matter of taking charge of the monastery was never thought of by Ji Fan, he never thought that Master would tell him at this time.

"That Miss Xia who was rescued by you, I heard that she has been pestering you recently."

"Yes." Ji Fan answered truthfully.

"Jifan, do you know why the teacher gave you this Dharma name?"

"Also ask Master to give pointers."

The abbot walked to the door, looked at the stars in the sky in the distance, and sighed: "From the day you entered the monastery, my teacher knew that there must be a disaster in your life, so I gave you this Dharma name , is to remind you to always remind yourself that the world of mortals is bustling and chaotic, so don’t lose your heart.”

Jifan's pupils constricted, but the hands in his sleeves were clenched unconsciously, and he whispered: "Yes, Master."

(End of this chapter)