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Chapter 251 Holy Monk, You Break the Precept! (6)

"Senior brother, I still have to study the Buddhist scriptures, so I won't go, senior brother, you can take someone else there!" Nan Liangye had a look of compassion on his face, no one could doubt it.

But only he himself knew that he was for the person who was lying on the bed and could not move.

He couldn't help laughing at himself: Wuwang, Wuwang, when did you become a person full of lies? Are you worthy of the abbot who has been taking care of you, and the Buddha?
But another voice said again, Wuwang, you are doing the right thing. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You are accumulating virtue.

"In that case, let's leave, and you can continue to study Buddhism by yourself!" The old abbot said kindly, with a helpless tone.

"Then junior brother will retire first." Nan Liangye left the hall first after finishing speaking.

The old monk looked at the person who left and sighed: Wu Wang hopes that you can survive this calamity.

Si Wuxin looked at the surrounding environment, there were rows of bamboo forests, and the small house was also made of bamboo, and she was lying on a bamboo bed.

There are some paintings hanging on the four sides of the wall, a Buddhist scripture and a wooden fish are placed on the bamboo table, and there is a blanket on the table.

Tsk tsk is really clean, from now on, don't you have to eat steamed buns and porridge?That is simply life is worse than death!

Forget it, let's deal with the body first!A burst of green light flashed across the body, and the injuries on the body immediately recovered.

It's just that his face is still pale, and it can't be seen that he has recovered at all.
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It's better to recover, otherwise even moving will hurt. Just as I was about to get out of bed to look at the Buddhist scriptures on the table, I heard footsteps.

I was so scared that I quickly returned to the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

Nan Liangye walked in with a calm expression, feeling otherworldly, like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world.

Looking at the sleeping man, he walked gently to the table and read the Buddhist scriptures carefully. He, who was planning to knock the wooden fish, read the Buddhist scriptures instead.

Si Wuxin looked at him intently, and then she really fell asleep.

When I woke up, I saw the steamed buns and pickles in front of me. I was confused, but my heart was: Why am I so pitiful, I can’t even eat meat.

"Thank you, little monk." Holding the porridge, Si Wuxin once again drank it with a gentle face and a heart full of love.

Nan Liangye sat on the straw mat without saying a word, knocked on the wooden fish repeatedly, and said scriptures that she couldn't understand at all.

Hearing that she wants to sleep, she wants to sleep without waking up, why is this person so boring, he only knows how to chant scriptures every day.

Can you still play happily, this is just a piece of wood, but she still wants to attack him, the sadness is like a river!
"Little monk, what's your name, I can't always call you little monk!"

"The name is just a code name, donate whatever you want, and the poor monk's Dharma name is Wuwang!" After Nan Liangye finished speaking, he devoted himself to the great cause of chanting sutras again.

The whole person was blurred, very ethereal, and gave her a feeling that if she couldn't walk into his heart, he would leave her soon.

Let her be seen everywhere but not touched, as if she is close in front of her eyes and far away in the sky.

"Wuwang? Wuwang! This name doesn't sound good. I'll just call you Little Monk. Since this is the name of the Dharma, what is your original name?"

"The little monk doesn't know"

"Nonsense, why would someone not know their own name? I think you're lying to me!" Si Wuxin pouted, her eyes glistening, and she pretended to be angry.

"The monks don't tell lies, and the monks don't know their own names. They only know that since entering the temple, they have taken the name of Dharma Wuluan"

"As for the memories of the past, I don't have any, and I don't know whether I am a person."

"Little monk, do you think that we are destined to meet thousands of miles away? We both lost our memory!" Si Wuxin looked at him with a half-smile and a playful tone.

(End of this chapter)