All, sometimes they can''t see any game when they go out and walk around the mountain. But sometimes you can always hit some.


    The temple is very quiet. The lit sandalwood still smells quiet and soothing.


    The gentle knock of wooden fish, soothing and quiet sandalwood, the rolling sound of agate and Buddha beads, and the low and peaceful chanting sound of young people.


    Everything is very quiet and beautiful. Under that quiet, it also makes people fall asleep.


    In front of the small Buddha statue in the meditation room, the young man was wearing a light brown monk''s robe, slightly closed his eyes, and his evil face was calm and cold.


    On the bed in his room, the girl''s petite body nestled in it. She curled up together and looked thin and pitiful.


    Yan fan came out after chanting scriptures and saw the figure of the girl on the bed. His eyes twinkled slightly.


    Just finished reading the Sutra, my calm heart seems to be restless for a moment.


    His dark eyes looked at the girl''s sleeping face. He stood there without moving. Wearing a light brown monk''s robe, Yan fan holds a string of agate Buddha beads in his hand, and his hands are folded.


    The peach blossom eyes of those demons were slightly closed, and the thin lips moved back and forth, as if reading the pure heart mantra.


    After a long time, Yan fan opened his eyes.


    The dark blue pupil contains a touch of compassion without desire. The sun shines from the window. The outline of his side face is like a demon or an immortal.


    Like a demon, evil places attract souls, and like relegated immortals, they are not infected with the world.


    "Amitabha..."


    Yan fan came over and sighed. He stretched out his hand, picked up the bedding on one side and gently covered Shen Wanqing.


    With the arrival of autumn, the sun is not so warm. The weather is forgiving and it is very easy to catch cold.


    After covering the quilt, Yan fan was about to turn and leave, but I didn''t know when his broad monk robe had been caught in the palm of the girl''s hand.


    Shen Wanqing closed his eyes and even grabbed his monk''s robe unintentionally. She put a touch of monk''s clothes on her cheek with her fingertips, and unconsciously gently rubbed her cheek.


    She opened her lips and whispered, "Yan fan..."


    The young man beside the bed is tall, thin and slender. The light brown monk''s robe is pure and rigorous, and his exquisite and beautiful face is like a beautiful painting that bewitches people.


    He hung his head, and his eyelashes were long and thick, covering the other emotions that flashed in the dark blue pupils.


    Yan fan didn''t move. He sighed.


    The slender and beautiful monk sat down on the ground, and his sleeve was held in his arms by the girl.


    Yan fan''s heart has no side Heron''s closed eyes. The Buddha beads in his hands roll one by one. He plays back and forth with his lips, abiding and calm.


    …


    …


    A month passed in a flash.


    Shen Wanqing spent a whole month carefree in the temple. The queen sent a message from the palace and asked her when she would go back.


    Putting down the envelope in her hand, Shen Wanqing sighed. It was really time for her to go back.


    Up to now, she doesn''t even know what the task is.


    After the morning class, Shen Wanqing went to the abbot. She put her hands together. "Amitabha, there has been a master of the labor Abbot in the past month. Eating fast and chanting Buddha for a month seems to have a lot of peace in our palace."


    The old abbot put his hands together and shook his head carelessly. "It has nothing to do with me. It''s all because your Highness has such thoughts on Buddhism. Your highness, if the mortal world is too worried, accompanying the Buddha to chant scriptures and chant Buddha can not solve the troubles, but it can also stabilize your heart."


    After saying goodbye to the old abbot, Shen Wanqing went to find Yan fan.