Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

The girl is very pretty and lovely, and she has a little baby fat on her face. However, her dress is really out of date in this Zen leisurely mountain.

After the girl, there is a rich and dignified middle-aged woman dressed up. It can be seen that she pays attention to the maintenance of her skin. Her skin condition is very good, and she has a certain demeanor.

The girl stepped forward a few steps, almost overbearing to grab the sign, "I'll come first!"

The woman in front of the flower language saw her manner. Dare to anger dare not speak, quietly back to one side.

The great master who has been fanning himself raised his eyelids and looked at the girl without saying anything, "shake it."

The girl swayed with the signer, and a piece of it fell down. The servants who followed her quickly picked it up and offered them with both hands.

The girl threw the sign into the master's arms, "monk, do you want to see if I have a fate with you this ruined temple?"

The master didn't annoy her arrogant attitude. She shook her head and said, "I don't care if I don't read it. I can see that the female benefactor has a small face and a low nose, and her eyebrows are tight and her forehead is narrow. I can see that she is a arrogant person with little destiny. In addition, the anger in her eyes is sometimes hidden. Therefore, the benefactor must not be a person who is predestined with my Buddha."

On hearing this, the girl immediately became angry: "you curse me for being short-lived?! Well, I won't demolish your broken Temple today! Don't think that if you fool those idiots with nonsense all day long, you can fool me... "

"Rongyi." "Who taught you to be so impolite to the master?"

Wen Rong said with a sneer: "what magic power can this kind of wine and meat monk have? It's mostly packaged, mom. Let's go back! "

"Shut up!" Mrs. Wen glared at her daughter and whispered, "you forget how your little sister died?"

As soon as Wen Rong closed her mouth, her face turned pale.

"Master." Madame Wen piously wrote a Buddhist verse, "just now the master said that my daughter is arrogant and despotic..."

Master Fu said with a smile, "benefactor, don't pay too much attention to it. Everyone has his own destiny. I just look at his face. Maybe he will change his fate if he can make a fortune for thousands of gold?"

Mrs. Wen sighed, "my daughter has been spoiled since she was a child. She is indeed quite audacious and bold, and it's not without her to hurt people. This time I come to the temple, it's because the little girl got into big trouble..."

We have heard of the worries of the benefactor, but this is a human matter, and we can't help it. I'm waiting for another distinguished guest here today. "

Mrs. Wen's face was ugly: "even the master can't help it?"

Master Fu shook his head and stopped speaking.

Wen Rong said, "come on, Ma, the monk is playing a trick at first sight. Maybe he is trying to cheat us a little more money. When we go back, I don't believe there is a ghost in the world!"

Mrs. Wen sighed and had to give up and leave with her daughter.

That woman just fluttered forward to ask for a signature, a sign landing, there is no predestination.

Hua Yu watched the children's play nearby. Now it's her turn to push Yu Jinhuai to the mountain gate.

At this moment, there are only three of them in front of the gate of baochan temple.

The master stood up and looked at Hua Yu with a smile: "I don't know that I'm a guest in my dream, benefactor. I've been waiting for a long time."

The flower language looks slightly changed.

As soon as the monk reached out, he made a gesture of "please." the abbot knows you are coming. He has been waiting for you for a long time

Flower language pick eyebrow way: "it seems that the abbot of your temple is really clever."

The great monk laughs but says nothing.

Flower language is not polite, pushing Yu Jin Huai into the mountain gate.

Baochan temple is built on the hillside. After entering the mountain gate, there are long and ancient steps. The steps are very narrow, and there are thick pines and cypresses on both sides. As soon as you enter the ancient road, you can feel the fresh air and the fragrance of pine needles.

Hua Yu pushes the wheelchair to stop, makes a worry, this is all stairs, how to push the wheelchair up?

The big monk laughed: "the benefactor's legs and feet have no problem, why hide people's ears?"

Yu Jin Huai said faintly, "master, you still remember me."

"For more than ten years, the little benefactor has changed a lot." The big monk said with a smile.

"It's also a miracle that people of our generation can step into the pure place of Buddhism by bathing their blood and eating their bones and flesh." Yu Jin Huai was full of sarcasm.

"The almsgiver is so angry that he is haunted by demons. Naturally, he has no relationship with Buddha." Dahe Shangdao said, "the poor monk is waiting for this benefactor."

Hua Yu thought of his ambiguous sentence "I don't know my body is a guest in my dream", which is very uncomfortable: "am I a predestined person?"

"No, no, no one." With that, the monk stepped up the steps with a smile.

Yu Jinhuai stood up from the wheelchair and touched Hua Yu's face. "Gone."

Hua Yu nodded, a little glum, "the reason why I hate monks so much is that they always talk like this and talk half, God nagging."

Yu Jin Huai took her hand and said, "go and see what they have to say."

399 steps are long or short.Hua Yu looks at the temple which is not towering in front of her and curls her lips.

After entering the Mahavira hall, Hua Yu finds that the Buddha's golden body is already mottled and old. However, the kind of compassionate and compassionate eyes make Hua Yu have the illusion that she has been seen through.

make complaints about the Buddha's statues, and say, "if you have a little business sense and open tourism, you will reshape your Buddha's body."

"The benefactor said so." A young voice sounded.

Flower language a Zheng, see from the back hall out of a white robe, hands hung with a string of Buddhist beads out of the small monk.

Xiaohe shangsheng's eyebrows are beautiful, his skin is white and his clothes are the same color, and there is a little red cinnabar between his eyebrows, which looks like a jade statue from afar.

"Don't call me benefactor, I have nothing to give you." Hua Yu joked.

I can't help but feel that it's a pity that this young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old. How could he be abducted and sold by these monks and become a monk? If this enters the entertainment circle, how the circle powder should be!!

The big monk who led them in said with a smile, "abbot, martial uncle."

The little monk nodded and said to the flower, "the benefactor just now said that there is nothing to give, but this is wrong."

Flower language eyes stare at the dog.

Live live host?! This kid who looks like a teenager? You are the host of the selection is not to look at the face!!

Hua Yu feels that her three views are collapsing rapidly.

The little monk continued: "today's mountaineering, benefactor, is already a kind of" giving ". I should thank you for your kindness and reason."

The flowery language was twitching You're welcome. "

"I have been waiting here for a long time." The little monk smiles, revealing two sharp tiger teeth. "The name of the poor monk is Jingming. Before he became a monk, his common name was Yu."