After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

Even if it is white water, it is like drinking fine nectar and jade dew in Mingjin.

Chi Qishu thought to himself, although this monk has done many heinous things, it seems that he has never drank alcohol?

After drinking the water in the cup, Ming Jin gently placed the teacup on the table, "Thank you, benefactor."

Chi Qishu waved his hand, "It's getting late at night, can Master Mingjin leave?"

Ming Jin smiled, and slowly twirled a Buddhist bead with his fingers, "I saw that the benefactor just happened to have a bed here, I wonder...can you let the poor monk rest for a night?"

Hearing this, Chi Qishu hurriedly ran to the bed and sat down, and spread his legs apart, occupying the bed completely.

"As you can see, this village is almost empty, find a place to sleep by yourself!"

Seeing Chi Qishu's way of pushing people away, Ming Jin was not angry at all, but sat down on the small bench where Chi Qishu sat with a broad mind.

"In this case, the benefactor, please go to bed first, it is also okay for the poor monk to sit here for one night."

Chi Qishu glanced at the monk with some doubts, why is he so easy to talk to?

Does the monk want to snatch his quilt in the middle of the night?

Lying down hesitantly, before his head rested on the pillow, Chi Qishu suddenly stood up and looked at the monk.

Ming Jin closed his eyes, reciting the Book of Songs in a low voice, he didn't move, but stretched out his hands from his sleeves.

The soft moonlight shone on the white monk robe, as if it had coated him with a layer of holy light.

Chi Qishu lay back down slowly with peace of mind, thinking that this monk still has a bit of conscience, knowing that forgiving people to sleep is a heinous crime, just as he was thinking this way...

Bang Bang Bang --

Then say something:

The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees the five aggregates in emptiness and saves all suffering.

For the relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so is perception and consciousness.

Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Chi Qishu raised his head suddenly, staring at Ming Jin with a pair of sharp eyes!

Ming Jin closed his eyes, recited the Book of Songs in a low voice, and slowly put the wooden fish back into his sleeve.

Chi Qishu rolled his eyes, covered his head and turned his face inward, deciding that being a monk does not exist. This bald monk is very cautious.

But he just lay down, and then,

Bang Bang Bang --

Then buzz:

That is why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, vision, even unconsciousness, ignorance, and even death without old age. There is no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain.

Chi Qishu endured and endured, suddenly turned over, pointed at the monk and said angrily, "Monk, your chanting is disturbing me!"

The monk was very ashamed, "Amitabha, it's the poor monk who disturbed the donor."

"Hmph!" Chi Qishu snorted coldly, turned over and lay down again!

He didn't believe it anymore, after he clearly expressed his displeasure, the monk could still have the cheek to disturb him to sleep!

then,

Bang Bang Bang --

For the relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so is perception and consciousness.

Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Chi Qishu knocked on the bed with his foot, "Monk, you've read too hard!"

Ming Jin replied patiently, with an extremely friendly attitude, "The chanting was stopped just now, so the poor monk started again."

Chi Qishu was desperate, he felt that the monk would do anything to sleep on the bed.

"Then you are still short of one sentence, the five aggregates in front are all empty..."

The monk corrected, "It should be... Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who has practiced the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships."

"Ancestor, ancestor Ming, I share half of my bed with you, let's go to sleep, please stop reading, okay?"

Ming Jin put his wooden fish in front of his knees, shook his head and refused, with a sincere attitude, "The benefactor should sleep alone, and the poor monk will not be sleepy."

"But I'm sleepy..." Chi Qishu wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The poor monk sees that the benefactor has a heart for the Buddha. If the benefactor can't sleep, he can come down and chant sutras with the poor monk."

"Thank you, no need."

Chi Qishu, who was bullied and still couldn't beat him, closed his eyes and hoped that the monk would stop being a monster.

But where is it possible? !

Bang Bang Bang --

The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees the five aggregates in emptiness and saves all suffering.

For the relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so is perception and consciousness.

Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

That is why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, vision, even unconsciousness, ignorance, and even death without old age. The accumulation of suffering destroys the Tao, and there is no gain without wisdom.

……

It's not over, is it?

Well, let's see who can spend more than who!

So Chi Qishu began to stomp the bed with his feet amidst the sound of the monk's buzzing flies chanting scriptures, accompanied by the sound of bang bang wooden fish!

Bang Bang Bang --

Since there is nothing to gain, Bodhisattva,

dong dong dong-

Bang Bang Bang --

According to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance to the heart

dong dong dong-

Bang Bang Bang --

No hindrance, no fear

dong dong dong-

Come on, hurt each other! ! !

On the second day, early in the morning, the weather was fine.

Ming Jin got up from the bed, carefully put on his monk's robe, glanced at Chi Qishu who was sleeping on the small table in the dark, and bowed, "Amitabha."

In a daze, Chi Qishu seemed to hear the annoying buzzing of flies again.

He switched his left arm to his right arm, switched his forehead to another direction and continued to sleep.

Then Ming Jin heard the muttering voice from the man who fell asleep on the table:

"Uncover the truth and uncover the truth, Paradise reveals the truth, Parasangha reveals the truth, Bodhisattva..."

Ming Jin stood on the spot, speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect this kid to memorize the Heart Sutra.

There was a smile in his eyes, and it was not in vain for him to read the scriptures for half the night.

When Chi Qishu woke up, it was already bright outside. When he opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight made him dazed for a while.

Then remembering the fiasco of last night, he hurried to find the monk who was sleeping on the bed!

Where is the monk?

As soon as he slapped the table to do it, his waist, his waist was about to break!Neck, the neck is so sore!

Back pain and leg cramps all over the body, I suffered!

At this time, he heard the sound of chopping wood outside the door, and Chi Qishu limped out, beating his shoulder as he walked.

As soon as he went out, he saw Monk Mingjin who was making him extremely uncomfortable now!

The monk's monk's robe was lifted up and tied around his waist with a belt, the outer cassock was uncovered, and he was chopping firewood with an ax he found somewhere.

But even the action of chopping firewood is still very beautiful for the monk.

Chi Qishu looked around Ming Jin, but couldn't find where Muyu was.

Then his eyes fell on Ming Jin, Ming Jin didn't seem to notice Chi Qishu's arrival, and his bald head, barren of grass, shone brightly under the sunlight.

For some reason, seeing such a monk, Chi Qishu suspected that his guess was wrong several times.

But he knew it wasn't, all the sympathy the monk showed now was his mask!

After touching the Buddhist beads that didn't respond at all, he narrowed his eyes.