Aoyama sees me as I should

The abbot doesn't need to attend morning classes. Their mountain temple is small. Besides him, the abbot, there are only two deacons. One is in charge of the practice and study of other monks in the temple, and the pilgrims outside pay respects to the Buddha. Hands-off shopkeeper, the only card face in the mountain temple. According to the words of the front hall deacon, the abbot is like a tall pine and a mountain cypress, and it snows at the beginning of the month. As long as the abbot recites sutras in the Wuliang hall every afternoon, all the girls who come to court will be in this small mountain temple. inside.

Ji Qingbai didn't realize this pattern too much, he just felt that as a mortal, this age was a bit old.

It is also not acceptable to have no hair.

He suspected that there must be something tricky about Bai Chao's willingness to agree so readily.

as predicted.

Next time it seems to be more disciplined and more!

But to be a monk for a day has to hit the clock for a day, so he can't suddenly say that he wants to become a vulgar?

Ji Qingbai sat cross-legged in the Wuliang Hall, thinking about this and that, completely unaware of how many people around him were looking at him.

Although Tuoshan Temple is famous in Chaolin, but after all, there are few villains in the temple, and the incense is not as strong as other temples in other countries. In recent years, it suddenly has a lot of visitors and incense, all thanks to Ji Qingbai's fairy-like appearance.

It is said that no one believes that the abbot of Tuoshan Temple has reached the age of [-]. I don't know if it is this Tuoshan that raises people, or the practitioners don't look old at all. Full, at the moment chanting scriptures with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes, long eyelashes covering willow-like eyes, there are faint wrinkles at the end of the eyes, showing a touch of romantic freehand brushwork.

The girl on the opposite side took a few glances, her face turned red, she moved closer carefully, as if she was afraid of disturbing the gods, she whispered: "Abbot Qingbai..."

Ji Qingbai was still thinking about how to find Tanzhang calmly, and help them overcome the robbery without getting involved. When he heard someone calling him, he raised his head slowly, and after seeing the person clearly, he subconsciously revealed A smile: "what's the matter with the benefactor?"

"..." The girl clutched her chest and was speechless.

Ji Qingbai was taken aback, thinking she was suffering from some kind of illness, so he hurriedly called in the deacon who was busy in the backyard.

The deacon was not surprised, and asked the little novice to lead the pilgrims to the side hall to rest his mind, stared at Ji Qingbai and sighed: "Master, don't laugh at people casually."

Ji Qingbai blinked, he thought he looked old when he smiled, and said embarrassingly, "It's not that ugly, is it?"

The deacon can't wait to roll his eyes upside down.

Ji Qingbai really didn't have much experience as an abbot. Apart from staying in the Wuliang Hall to look at the fake gold and bronze statues of his family's Buddha, he went to the back mountain to farm and raise chickens with a group of young monks.

Although the two deacons didn't care about him, they respected his attitude of concentrating on cultivating Buddhism.

Ji Qingbai was actually quite guilty of this so-called attitude. After all, his relationship with the Buddha, apart from his subordinates in the Buddha realm, was that he almost became a human husband and wife in his last life. For many years, I felt like my heart was about to split open. I felt uncomfortable looking at the fake Buddha statues every day. Then I thought that I probably forgot all the sandalwood chapters in this life. Maybe I was like a stranger when I saw myself. I was relieved and at the same time But feel a little lonely.

He hoped that Tanzhang could survive the catastrophe safely in this life, and not to be entangled with his fate again, and both sides would suffer.

He also thought that since the Buddha was destined to endure hardship, he should not suffer so much, as in his previous life, he felt so distressed.

Ji Qingbai knelt in the Wuliang Hall, looking up at the Buddha statue on the top beam.

He stroked the sandalwood beads on his wrist, closed his eyes and kowtowed reverently.

Even if it is a fake, Ji Qingbai is still looking forward to it enthusiastically.

The Buddha in the world can manifest once.

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