She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 389 As long as no one exposes me

Lin Qingyou took the book out of the bag, and then calmly showed it to him: "Put it away, I brought a pen and a book."

Cheng Xu: "..."

It seems that this is the enlightenment of a master of learning, who does not forget to study while meditating on Buddhism.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask just now, what is this?" Lin Qingyou put away all the explanations, and asked with her little paw, pointing to the four white cardboard boxes that were clearly packaged.

"This?" Cheng Xu lifted the curtain covering the cardboard box, patted it twice, and said, "This is beef jerky."

Lin Qingyou: "?"

Beef jerky?
so many?
Cheng Xu said again: "This is a hundred catties of beef jerky. I wondered, isn't it full of vegetarian meals in the temple? If you are not used to eating it, you can use beef jerky as a tooth sacrifice."

"..."

Lin Qingyou felt that Cheng Xu might have misunderstood the vegetarian meal, and his impression of the vegetarian meal might still be at the stage of an ascetic monk going out to beg for alms and buy rice.

"In fact, the vegetarian food is quite delicious." Lin Qingyou said, "Although many things are vegetarian made from beans, they do have the taste of meat, and they are even tastier than pure meat."

"?" A big question mark appeared on Cheng Xu's head.

Why do you hear her meaning, she seems to have eaten it?
Cheng Xu asked curiously: "Sister Qingyou, have you ever eaten vegetarian food before?"

"Yes." Lin Qingyou nodded and said, "I have lived in the temple twice before."

As a Buddhist girl who loves learning, loves the motherland, and loves socialism, it is natural to practice her own words in every aspect of life. How can she allow herself to say what she said or not to do?

"I remember that I said before that I like this kind of life of meditating and chanting with morning bells and evening drums?" She seemed a little surprised why he asked this question.

Cheng Xu choked: "..."

He thought she was just talking, but he didn't expect that she actually went to the temple to practice. Cheng Xu once again refreshed his understanding of Qingyou's sister's Buddhist mentality.

She is a real Buddha, and she is short of becoming a Buddha immediately.

When he first heard about this chanting and chanting Buddhist practice conference, Cheng Xu wondered for a long time, how could someone hold such an event, and who would take part in it in their free time.

But now Cheng Xu heard his sister Qingyou say this, and finally got the answer to the question that had troubled him for a long time. If there is demand, there will be a market—it turns out that there are really people who come to meditate and practice.

The reason why Cheng Xu registered all of them this time was because he was idle at home and had nothing to do, and on the other hand, he thought that his sister Qingyou might like it, and it was a rare chance for him to become a Buddhist girl. experience.

As a result, people have already experienced it.

Tsk, it's still incomparable. In terms of Buddhism, his sister Qingyou has already walked ahead of them all.

The day of practice begins with the reciting class in the Daxiong Hall. Cheng Xu reported to them that this small group activity similar to a summer camp has less stringent requirements. You don’t have to really follow the monks in the temple to go up to the hall to recite, just go through the motions. Wait for a while to enter the dining hall for dinner.

Getting up too early, Cheng Xu yawned and leaned on Liang Jidong's body, eyes hazy with sleep.

In the month after the college entrance examination, he has been in a state of nocturnal and nocturnal, and his work and rest schedule is completely reversed from that of his student days. It is a bit difficult to adapt to the sudden return to normal work and rest.

Liang Jidong had to stretch out a hand to hold his collar firmly, lest he doze off and fall straight down.

When eating in the Zhaitang, the monks and the members of the practice group were separated. Lin Qingyou finally saw the practice group of the elderly group that Cheng Xu was talking about.

Compared with the four of them, who were obviously here to make soy sauce, the members of the senior group were more like ascetic monks devoting themselves to the Buddha. They all wore cassocks and twisted beads in their hands.

How should I put it, I feel very much like Old Xu.

Lin Qingyou thought that Lao Xu should especially like this kind of activity.

Breakfast was porridge. Lin Qingyou stirred the porridge twice with a wooden long-handled spoon, then looked at the full red beans and fell into deep thought.

Hmm..... Leftovers are not allowed.

When I went to the temple before, I served the fast meals by myself, but here at Lingyun Temple, the service is so good that she doesn't need to do it herself.

It's just that this red bean porridge is full...

She turned her head slightly, and looked at Jing Xing who was sitting next to him. Jing Xing obviously didn't wake up, resting his chin with his left hand, lazily drooping eyelashes, holding a small spoon in his right hand, Mix it with the porridge.

Lin Qingyou glanced at the red bean porridge left in his bowl, unconsciously relaxed the movements of her hands, and pushed her bowl towards him.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops...

It wasn't until the red bean porridge in the bowl ran out that Lin Qingyou acted as if nothing had happened, and lightly moved the empty bowl back, pretending that she had finished drinking it all.

It can be said to be a vivid interpretation of the meaning of the sentence "As long as no one exposes me, I will be the one who finishes the porridge".

Cheng Xu ate quickly, as soon as he lowered his head, and raised his head again, the porridge in the bowl ran out.

There were only a few mouthfuls of a bowl of porridge, and he had a big appetite, so he was embarrassed to ask someone to add more porridge after he finished drinking, so he looked at the empty wooden bowl and began to miss the [-] catties of beef jerky he brought.

Originally wanted to complain to Jing Xing about the poor little wooden bowl, but when Cheng Xu turned around, he saw the red bean porridge in Jing Xing's bowl - the red bean porridge in his bowl was almost overflowing.

What the fuck? ? ?

Cheng Xu was stunned, and the spoon in his mouth fell back into the bowl with a clatter.

What's the matter, when did it become popular in temples to look at their faces for food?

Is it true that people who are good-looking are given more porridge, and those who are not good-looking are given less porridge. Didn’t they say that before the Buddha, all living beings are equal?

Just... just equal?
Cheng Xu looked enviously at his brother Xing who had obviously received special attention, and felt that he had been discriminated against.

On the other hand, Jing Xing, who heard his "Fuck" full of sad emotions, raised his eyelids in a low mood, and glanced sideways at him absent-mindedly.

Cheng Xu picked up the wooden spoon again, bit it back into his mouth, then pointed at the porridge in front of him with his claws, and said with all kinds of envy and hatred: "Brother, this is too much, this amount is too partial. Is it more obvious?"

"...What?" Jing Xing obviously didn't understand what he was saying.

"I meant to give you porridge, isn't it too much for you?" Cheng Xu stretched his paws closer, looking very puzzled.

(End of this chapter)