The heroine of Quick Transmigration is wild and sassy

Chapter 206 Red Luan Star Extinction (16)

Yin Jiu quarreled with the Yuelao system in her head, but to the monk, she seemed to be in a daze.

He yelled suspiciously: "The benefactor?"

Yin Jiu didn't change his face, and laughed solemnly: "Well, how do you call Master?"

"Lao Na's dharma name is Ming Jing."

"Master Mingjing, do you have any regrets?"

Yin Jiu thought it was an excellent question. He could only answer yes or no to a closed question.

As the saying goes, monks do not tell lies, so what the monk answered must be true.

Mingjing hesitated for a while, then sighed, "Yes, who in this world has no regrets?"

Yin Jiu struck while the iron was hot, "Let's hear it?"

"Forget it, I don't have many days to live, and I'm content to have someone listen to my old-fashioned stories."

"It may be a bit long to say, but if the benefactor does not dislike it, then listen to the old monk in detail."

"At that time, I was still a young monk..."

……

"Brother Mingjing, I'm here again!"

A crisp sound of bells sounded from far away. The little novice monk in monk's robe turned around and saw a pretty little girl about his age running towards him.

The girl is the emperor's niece and the princess of Taiping County. She often comes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha with her father.

The young novice monk made a serious face and said, "Princess Jinling, please don't make any noise in the chanting hall."

The girl pursed her mouth unhappily, "It's okay, anyway, no one sees it now except you."

The little novice said stubbornly: "Although no one else saw it, but the master said that the Buddha can see it. Moreover, it is wrong for you to do so."

The girl shrugged, "Then I just don't make noise, hey, brother Mingjing, what are you doing?"

The little novice monk lowered his head and continued to write something with a pen, "Copy scriptures."

"It's too slow for you to copy by yourself. Do you want me to copy with you?"

"No."

Jin Ling lowered her head, "Okay, then you have to finish copying quickly, come and play with me."

The little monk didn't answer her words, but involuntarily accelerated the speed of copying.

Jin Ling was playing with the bell on her wrist in a bored manner.

When the little monk finished copying the scriptures, the girl had already fallen asleep lying on the wooden table next to her.

Seeing the girl's sleeping face, the little novice blushed quietly.Involuntarily, he stretched out his hand and gently touched the girl's baby-fat face.

Suddenly something came to mind, and he quickly retracted his hand and whispered silently: "Amitabha..."

Then he pretended that nothing had happened, took off the monk's robe and covered her with it.The movements were very gentle, as if dealing with a fragile porcelain doll.

After finishing all this, the little novice picked up the scriptures and continued to read, but his eyes were always on the girl's side.

An afternoon passed quickly, and before leaving, the girl was still muttering and complaining: "Brother Mingjing, you lied, you didn't play with me at all!"

The little novice felt a little guilty, "Then next time you come, I will definitely play with you."

Only then did the girl smile, "Then it's a deal! When I come next time, don't copy scriptures anymore!"

The little novice watched the girl get into the carriage and drove away in a hurry. She didn't return to the temple until she was out of sight.

Abbot, that is, his master suddenly stopped him, "Mingjing, come with me."

The little novice monk followed his master into the room with some trepidation, and the master asked, "Isn't the Buddha saying six?"

The little monk didn't know why the master asked this, but he still answered seriously: "Return to the master, the six don'ts: don't listen, read, read, think, don't hear, don't ask."

(End of this chapter)