Evil Boss Comes Again

"So you still want to go?"

"Yes."

"If you want to go, go ahead. You have to answer many questions yourself."

"Yes, master."

"The benefactor is going to stay here for one night?"

"Yes, master."

"Well, you'll go and pray for her later."

"Yes." Qingchen stood up and put his hands together. "The disciple went first."

The host nodded and took a sip of tea.

Qingchen left the meditation room and went directly to the Mahavira hall.

The host asked him to chant and pray for Yan Qingyi. Although he didn't know what he meant, he didn't dare to refuse, so he came to chant and pray for Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingyi didn't leave at this time, but he was still in the yard. When Qingchen entered the Mahavira hall, he followed him in. In order not to disturb him, she just stood by quietly.

Qingchen sat cross legged in front of the Buddha, beating the wooden fish with his hands, and his eyes closed tightly. As he knocked, he read in a low voice.

What is reciting, Yan Qingyi naturally does not understand, just standing by his side, can make her feel secure.

It turns out that it is such an interesting thing to watch the monk chant sutras quietly!

Qingchen is used to reciting scriptures alone. If he is a senior brother, he will not have such a subtle maladjustment in his heart now, and he doesn't know why. When pilgrims came before, he also recited scriptures and prayed for them. He didn't feel like this, but now, he has such a feeling!

The heart is not calm, there is no way to chant, so after reading for a while, he opened his eyes and turned to look at Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingyi saw that he stopped chanting scriptures and sipped his mouth, "what's the matter?"

Qingchen shook her head and continued to read.

The first time I chanted, I felt nervous.

A nervous, think of the people around, can't help, the face is red.

Seeing that his face was suddenly so red, Yan Qingyi leaned up in front of him, bent over, put his hands on his knees, tilted his head, looked at his red face, and chuckled.

Qingchen's brow danced for a while, and the veins on her forehead seemed to protrude.

"Qingchen, your face is so red, so beautiful!" Yan Qingyi joked and poked his right hand subconsciously at his blush.

It's soft and elastic. It's really comfortable to poke it up!

Qingchen's eyebrows beat even more fiercely, and her face is very gloomy. This is a solemn place. She did such a thing to Buddha in front of him!

"Amitabha, benefactor, please respect yourself!" Qingchen looked at her seriously and said.

"Ha ha!" Yan Qingyi chuckled and straightened up his waist. "OK, I'll be more serious. OK, you can continue to recite sutras."

It turns out that teasing the monk is so interesting. How could she not find it before?

Is he able to continue reciting sutras after being teased by her? No way!

Well, when she has a rest in the evening, he will recite and pray for her!

Standing up, Qingchen put his hands together and saluted her. Without a word, she turned around and left the hall of Mahavira.

Yan Qingyi follows him like a piece of sticky sugar.

Half of the time, Qingchen stopped and turned to look at her.

"Benefactor, this is the important place of Buddhism. I hope you can respect yourself."

"I'm very proud. I followed you and didn't do anything."

Yan Qingyi's face is innocent and self-respect. In her last life, she did all the things she was ashamed of with him. How could she feel so sour when she said "self respect" to her? In the end, one person remembers, another does not remember. It will be such a feeling!