Sweet wife and sultry: President Gao Leng is hard to resist

Chapter 218 Inside Story 3
Write on the red ribbon with a big pen: My baby, in heaven, Ann.

After finishing writing, Baili Yanran hit a branch, tied the red ribbon, stood there, stared at the red ribbon, looked at it, and shed tears.

The arrival of that child was her surprise, and when the child left, all her hopes for love were also taken away by the child.

"Why are you crying?"

Baili Yanran turned her head back, and at some point behind her, there was a middle-aged monk sitting in a wheelchair, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his palm and gently twirling them.

"Master, hello."

Baili Yanran wiped away her tears.

"The people who come here to make a wish are mostly infatuated men and women in the world, and they all come here happily in order to find a good marriage for a lifetime."

"But I'm not, I'm just here to commemorate someone."

"the dead?"

"Ah."

"People have their own way back, so don't need to be too sad. Amitabha." The middle-aged monk bowed his head slightly. He has practiced in the temple for many years, and he lives near the wishing tree in the back mountain. There is a separate meditation room that belongs to him. I rarely come out during the day.

I just saw this figure from a distance, so familiar that I wanted to blur my eyes.

After practicing for many years, I still haven't been able to truly calm down.

Unable to restrain himself, he came out of the meditation room.

However, it's just that the back is similar, but the person is not the one he wants to see.

He pushed the wheel by himself and was about to leave, but Baili Yanran came over and said, "Where are you going, I will help you."

She had gripped the rear armrest of the wheelchair.

"The poor monk lives in the meditation room in front of him, and he is a benefactor." The monk's voice was thick and powerful at noon, and it was very pleasant to hear. Even though he was disabled, he was middle-aged, and he could see the handsomeness between his brows.

"Master, do all of you who practice Buddhism have no worries in your heart?"

"That's a master who has attained the Tao. Even though the poor monk has practiced Buddhism for many years, he still can't reach that state. He knows that his Buddha nature is not enough, so he stays here because he is too cowardly."

Baili Yanran believed this, because when she saw this man for the first time, she saw a sense of despair from him. A person who cultivates Buddhism has reached a certain level, and he has already seen through the past in the world of mortals, and there will be no him. This feeling on my body.

"Master must have encountered something sad in the past, so he came here."

"It is."

Having arrived at his meditation room, Baili Yanran pushed him in.

"We met each other by fate, stay and have a cup of tea before leaving."

The meditation room was very clean, with the same faint scent of sandalwood and soft Buddhist music. The middle-aged monk asked Baili Yanran to sit down, turned on the kettle on the wooden table, and prepared tea while boiling hot water.

"Your tea set is very delicate."

"Well, it took more than 20 years as a gift from an old friend in the past."

"It seems that the master is also a nostalgic person."

The middle-aged monk curled his lips slightly, "You don't need to be called a poor monk by the master master anymore. A greedy monk is just practicing with hair, not a real master."

The water boiled, and the monk gracefully poured the boiling water into the teacup, shook it a few times, poured out the first tea, and then brewed it again. Seeing his actions, he was also a master of the game. A cup of tea was sent to Baili Yanran In front of her, she could already smell the fragrance.

"The tea is picked by the poor monk himself in the back mountain, and he roasted it himself. It is the spring tea during the Qingming Festival this year. It tastes very good, refreshing and thirst-quenching. Try it."

(End of this chapter)