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The woman was shocked by the grief and sadness in his eyes, and felt inexplicably sad in her heart. After a long time, she shook her head, "I don't know the person in the mouth of the benefactor."

Mo Beichen held her wrist tightly, "you lie!"

"Benefactor, men and women don't give and receive. Please let me go." The woman looked at him coldly, pulled back her hand, and then turned and left the main hall quickly.

Mo Beichen looked down at his empty palm and felt disappointed. She was clearly not Gu Qian. Why would he entangle a nun with hair practice here?

He turned and looked at the futon on which the woman had knelt just now. He walked slowly and sat down on the futon. This sitting was all night.

The next day, in the wing room of the temple, the woman packed her bags and went out. At a glance, she saw the little Shami standing at the end of the corridor of the wing room. She walked over and bowed respectfully to the little Shami, "master."

"No regrets, decided to go down the mountain?" The little monk looks very kind.

Don't regret nodding, "master, thanks for your care over the past few years. I thought about it carefully last night. You said that I was not on earth and was not suitable for further practice. I want to leave here."

The little monk's eyes crossed her and looked at the direction of the main hall, as if he had insight into everything. "You chose to avoid the world because of the benefactor in the main hall?"

Without regret, his eyes surged, but he didn't answer his words. The little monk nodded, "go."

Without regret, she bowed her head and respectfully bowed to the little monk. She raised her head. There was no one where the little monk had just stood. She took a deep breath and turned away with her burden on her back.

It was just dawn and he didn't regret walking to the front of the main hall. Mo Beichen sat on the steps and saw her wearing a plain clothes and carrying a burden. He immediately jumped down from the steps and stopped the woman's way with an arrow step, "where are you going?"

Don't regret looking up at him. The rising sun covered him with a layer of golden light. Her eyes were cold and said, "I'm going down the mountain."

"Because I'm here, do you want to continue to escape me?" Mo Beichen asked coldly. As soon as he found her, she was going to leave here, not to avoid him, but for what?

Without regret, he said lightly, "I never knew benefactor. Why should I run away from you?"

"Gu Qian!" Mo Beichen drinks low.

Don't regret shaking his head, "I don't call Gu Qian. My Dharma name doesn't regret. Benefactor, I want to go down the mountain to make a fortune. I'll say goodbye." Without regret, he shook off his hand and walked down the mountain.

Mo Beichen looked at the familiar figure. If he didn't look at his face, didn't listen to her slightly hoarse voice, and only looked at his figure, she was really his Gu Qian.

In any case, he could not let her disappear from him again.

Mo Beichen followed her step by step. If he didn't regret walking fast, he walked fast. He didn't regret stopping to rest. They didn't communicate in the whole process, but the rhythm of going down the mountain was the same.

On the way down the mountain, Mo Beichen corrected him several times without regret. After her name was no regret, he finally accepted the name of this wonderful flower. Gu Qian is so nice. How can he choose such a earthy name without regret?

"No regrets, did you go down the mountain to make a fortune, just to go door-to-door for food? Now everyone doesn't believe in Buddhism. What you want to eat will be thrown out. " Mo Beichen followed her with a childish way.

Don't regret looking back at him, "benefactor, almsgiving is not begging, it's the Buddha who selects the destined person."

"That's not the same reason as begging?" Mo Beichen deliberately teased her. Seeing that she was so angry that her small face was red, and her small action of pursing her mouth was as easy as Gu Qian, he became more and more sure that she was Gu Qian.

He stared at him without regret, but he didn't know that his vibrant facial features became very moving. Mo Beichen looked at her stunned. For a moment, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was afraid to scare her away.

"Benefactor, we are talking about fate. If you say so, the Buddha will be angry."

Mo Beichen saw that she really argued with him. He didn't continue this topic. He asked, "how long have you been practicing wearing hair?"

"Practice does not depend on time, but only on sincerity. People like benefactor are so disrespectful to Buddha. They must not believe in Buddha from the heart. Naturally, you don't understand the meaning of practice." Don't regret turning and continuing down the mountain.

Mo Beichen followed her step by step. She just cleverly took his question, "then you go down the mountain to make a fortune. Where are you going to make a fortune? I have more time. I can go with you and just experience the meaning of practice."

"No, benefactor and I are not in the same way. We can't go together."

Mo Beichen pursed his lips and refused simply, "it doesn't matter. I'm not a fellow Chinese now. If you teach me more, I'll be a fellow Chinese in the future."

Don't regret biting your teeth. Do you really want to hate him? Are you very free? After all, she kept her temper. She couldn't let the practice in recent years be paid to the East water, so she always carried the cool energy of an expert in the world and ignored his nonsense.

After going down the mountain, she stood by the side of the road and said to the man who was still following her, "benefactor, let's say goodbye."

Mo Beichen looked at her, "where are you going? I have a car to take you."

"No, master gave me money. I can take a long-distance bus. Don't pass, benefactor." Without regret, he turned and walked to the bus stop where the coach stopped.

Mo Beichen took a few steps to catch up with her, clasped her wrist and said, "you want to go to the city. I have a car. It's very convenient. I can give you a ride. Let's go."

She didn't regret being dragged to the parking lot by him. She struggled desperately, but she couldn't get rid of his hand. She was very angry and said, "donor, don't force anything to hurt harmony. I don't want to take your car."

Mo Beichen was very stubborn. He didn't let her break away this time. He directly pulled her next to the black Porsche, opened the door, pushed her in, and slammed the door.

I didn't regret to open the door, but the door was locked by him. She slapped the window, "benefactor, you let me out of the car. I'm a clean repairman. I can't take a special car. The Buddha will blame me."

Mo Beichen got on the bus around the front of the car. He sat in the car and said carelessly, "when you get down the mountain, the Buddha master can't control you. Fasten your seat belt."

Don't regret staring at him fiercely, "let me off."

Mo Beichen looked at her. He suddenly leaned towards her. He didn't regret. He was scared to death. His back was tightly attached to the back of the chair, his hands clenched into fists, and stared at him with a wary face, "what are you doing?"

Mo Beichen put one hand on the back of the chair, and the other hand stretched out to pull down the seat belt. Seeing that she was obviously relieved, he joked: "have you never seen a seat belt when you are a nun?"

I don't regret that my cheeks are red. "Whoever says that nuns haven't seen seat belts, and there are black-and-white TVs on the mountains."