The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 271 She Is Clear (2)
There is a very crucial saying in Buddhism, which is called: All dharmas are created only by the mind.

Mostly those who can break through these five characters are those who are enlightened, see their nature clearly, and have completed their cultivation!
Most ordinary people in the world can only take the literal meaning of these words and interpret these words literally. To put it bluntly, everything is thought out from the heart.

Now that An Yi saw the benevolent smile of the monk's teacher changed, it showed what he was thinking in his heart!
After worshiping the Buddha, holding the scriptures and stepping out of the main hall, the young man glanced at the door, saw that his young master was still standing there obediently, smiled at An Yi, and then went straight to the side hall.

He just walked to the window of the side hall, and he heard the pleasant voice of sutra singing from the hall, accompanied by the unhurried sound of wooden fish.

The servant stopped, bowed and waited at the door of the side hall.

"Hey, Shoucheng, why don't you go in?" An Yi stood outside and looked curiously for a while, couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked.

The boy hurriedly turned his head and waved at him, signaling him not to speak in such a loud voice.

"God and God!" An Yi, who had already stepped into the Bodhi Temple, had no choice but to put her foot back, mumbling in a low voice, and retreated to stand in a sunny place outside the gatehouse.

A moment later, the Sanskrit sound gradually stopped, the magic weapon stopped, and there was no sound in the side hall.

The boy listened attentively, and after making sure that no one was doing homework inside, he called out softly: "Master Ming Che, I have sent the copied scriptures over here."

From the side hall, there was an extremely light push of the table, and then a white and soft hand stretched out from the cotton curtain at the door to pick up the curtain. When the boy was watching the movement of the plain hand, the last time The black-clothed woman who gave him scriptures has already come out.

It really was her!The boy thought secretly in his heart.

"Are you Master Mingche?" Seeing her looking at him, the servant quickly bowed and asked.

"I'm Ming Che, you don't have to call me Master." The black-clothed woman opened her mouth, her voice was calm and cold, and it made people feel noble for no reason!
"Then I'll call you Aunt Che." It seems that he is really a layman with hair and practice, so he can't call him master, and the servant is young, so naturally he can't call him by his first name, so he has to call him aunt.

Mingche looked at him and nodded: "Give me the scriptures."

"Yes." The boy handed over the bundle with both hands, and the black-clothed woman also took it with both hands. She turned around and walked back. The boy walked a few steps to the door and beat her. curtain.

The movements of the two people cooperated naturally, as if one was a natural master, while the other was a natural servant!
Before entering the door, the woman in black paused, glanced casually at the young man, and then walked in.

With just one glance, the servant could see her clearly. What the master said was absolutely right: this woman and Mr. Min are so similar in birth, if you say that the two are not related, no one will believe it!
Looking at the door again, meeting the eyes of An Yi who had already entered the yard, both of them blinked, and during the eye contact, An Yi raised his eyebrows.

The boy quickly turned back and stood facing the curtain.

The woman in black just lifted the curtain and came out, holding a bag made of gray cotton cloth in her hand: "The scriptures have been copied this time, and there is no benefactor coming to make a wish yet. If the benefactor is willing to make meritorious deeds often, you might as well come and see it often. "

"Thank you, Auntie Mingche!" He took the cloth bag with both hands, the heavy weight in his hand, the servant couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that the master didn't need to stop taking the medicine tomorrow.

Thinking of his master, he suddenly remembered what An Yi had told him yesterday, so he quickly raised his head and wanted to say a few words to that woman. He was thinking about how to speak so as not to make her feel awkward, when he heard the sound of the door curtain in his ear. The woman turned around and walked back without saying a word.

"Let's go, everyone has already entered the house, why are you still in a daze!" An Yi, who stood at the door and watched for a long time, couldn't help but went over to pull the boy: "Let's go back."

"Yeah." The appearances of Ming Che and Min Lansheng kept appearing alternately in his mind, and the servant pulled An Yi beside him and said, "Master, you are right, she and Mr. Min are indeed unbelievably similar!"

"Just now I took a closer look at her appearance, I was really shocked, even her eyes are the same as Mr. Min's!"

"That's the look I'm talking about, it's so similar! Last time she glanced at me, if it wasn't for her combing a woman's hair, I would almost think it was Lan Sheng!"

This time the servant didn't speak anymore, there are quite a few people who look alike, but it's too rare to be so similar, unless these two people really have something to do with each other...

"Have you met Mr. Min's mother?" When the two arrived home, the servant was still thinking about it.

"No, let alone me, even my father doesn't know anything about his family. I know that the house in Shanxia Village is just his family's ancestral house. Lan Sheng's family didn't live there before. When I met him, it was in our Father's academy, but he never talked about family affairs."

"Then... do you want to talk to Mr. Min about this matter?" The young man faintly felt that this matter was very important, and it seemed that he should talk to his family members.

"What the hell!" An Yi picked up the water from the rice bowl on the kang table and wanted to drink, but the servant snatched it quickly: "Wait, I'll boil the water."

"Lan Sheng is probably on his way to Beijing for the exam now. If he's not at home, who are you going to talk to?" An Yi lay on the kang with his arms folded behind his head: "Besides, his little daughter-in-law looks amazing. If we rashly get her a relative back home, she might blame us for being troublesome!"

After hearing what he said, the boy silently went out to boil water with the rice bowl in his hand, while An Yi squinted his eyes and thought...

One thing more is worse than one thing less. If it was before, he would be the first to run to Min Lansheng and tell him the news when he saw this woman.

But it's different now, he has a servant, so everything has to be considered for the servant.

In case, this woman named Mingche was related to Min Lansheng, I would just meddle in other people's business. If I offended that fool, I would definitely not be allowed to redeem my integrity!

(End of this chapter)