The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 226 Clear Abbot (7)

"Monks pay attention to the purity of the six faculties. If your six faculties are not clean, I will shave you and receive precepts for you as a teacher." Liao Ran is kind and kind, with an expression of saving sentient beings. If it weren't for the kitchen knife in his hand, everyone would think he was an eminent monk. Buddha, detached from the mundane world.

Liu Yiting was about to cry, and said: "Master, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, you can't become a Buddha like this."

Qiao Ran said with a cheerful smile: "This is a kitchen knife in my master's hand, not a butcher's knife."

"Aren't kitchen knives and butcher's knives all the same as knives?"

Finally, Liu Yiting was too tired to run and fell to the ground, her head lost, she lamented that she did not die at the hands of Li Meier and the others, but was snapped by a crazy monk.

"Yiting!"

Liu Yiting turned her head suddenly.The Zen door is wide open, elegant blue brocade robe, clear and soft eyes.She seemed to see an angel.From great sorrow to great joy, experiencing two opposite extremes, I suddenly feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Yiting!"

Liu Yiting cried and shouted to the person at the door, "Xia Jinxi help me." Her legs were weak and she couldn't stand up.

Xia Jinxi helped her up, worried: "Yi Ting, what's wrong with you?"

Suzaku, A'Zhu, and A'Zi stared in surprise at Liu Yiting, who was in a panic, as if she had experienced a life-and-death struggle.Because Xia Jinxi was here, their servants stood aside and waited for orders.

There was another group of monks outside the door, and one of them was an old monk with a gray beard and a cassock with a serious expression on his face.Yiran stood with his head down among the monks.

Liu Yiting didn't bother to look at the crowd, she pointed behind her and said aggrievedly: "The old monk wants...Huh?"

Everyone looked at Liu Yiting suspiciously, and it was clear.Only the old monk in cassock chanted "Amitabha".

At some point, he sat cross-legged in front of the word "Zen", with his head down and his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep again. He couldn't find the kitchen knife no matter how hard he tried, probably the old monk sat on his buttocks.

(End of this chapter)