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Since then, every morning at 6 o'clock.

Zhou Lushen was called by the old monk to listen to scriptures in the front hall on time.

Since Shen Jing came, she didn't look so dull.

at noon.

Shen Jing would sweep the fallen leaves in the yard with the novice monk outside, holding the broom in her hand and staring at his back from time to time.

Even if Zhou Lüchen didn't look back, he could feel her happiness and relaxation.

I don't understand why she laughs.

After cleaning, Shen Jing sat under the tree and looked at the little novice monk, "It's such a big room. Does the little master have to clean it by himself every day?"

The young novice monk saluted with one palm, "Amitabha, thank you."

Shen Jing propped her chin, "Why don't you let the pilgrim in and let him occupy it for 7 days by himself."

"It has been more than a hundred years. Every time the Zhou family donated money to repair the temple and provide free incense to the pilgrims." The little novice said, "There is a piece of glazed tiles on the eaves of the back door with the word Zhou carved by the deceased abbot himself. .”

Shen Jing tilted her head and looked at the sky, "His ancestors are really rich."

"Shen Shi mainly looks down on worldly greed, anger and glitz of gold and silver." The little novice monk picked up the basket of fallen leaves and said.

Shen Jing didn't say anything. When will she reach this state?Able to?
Sorry, I really can't take it lightly.

Shen Jing stood up, entered the main hall, and slowly sat cross-legged beside Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Lüchen, who was still resting, opened his eyes without warning and looked at her.

Shen Jing stretched out her red and swollen hands, "I just swept the yard."

Zhou Lüchen looked at the palm of her hand and saw that it could make red marks when holding a broom, and scolded her.

The abbot's chanting was indeed a good song for insomnia. Within 20 minutes, Shen Jing dozed off, her head bouncing down.

When she heard the sound of the wooden fish knocking, she immediately sat up straight, clasped her hands together and worshiped the Buddha devoutly.

Zhou Lüchen took a pillow and put it on the desk, letting her lie down on the desk to sleep.

She fell down and slept soundly.

Zhou Luchen picked up the "42 Chapters Sutra" and turned the pages.

The temperature was dry in the afternoon. Shen Jing was wrapped thickly, and her hair was wet with hot sweat and stuck to her cheeks. She felt too hot, and she twisted her beautiful eyebrows into wrinkles in great discomfort.

Zhou Lu sighed softly, picked up the book and fanned her. The coolness and comfort made her quiet, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised as if she was sleeping.

The wind was cool, and Shen Jing was conscious at that time. Even though she knew that Zhou Lüchen was no more than an occasional pamperer in his spare time, she accepted it.

The old monk glanced at him, then looked away, and continued to knock on the wooden fish and chant sutras:
"Amitabha, all dharmas arise due to causes and conditions. They are suffering because of causes and conditions. The same is true for the destruction of causes and conditions."

Zhou Lv listened for a while, but didn't respond, so he fanned her slowly and flipped through the book with one hand.

Zhuang Ming wanted to come in person, but she was not his little girl, so he had to stay silent and listen to Buddhist scriptures with him, which indeed had the effect of washing away the sins in his heart.

It reminds me that Young Master couldn't sleep in the middle of the night on Tuesday and asked him while smoking in the backyard, "Have I known a female high school student before?"

Zhuang Ming didn't remember it.

He himself couldn't remember these things. If asked what the stock code of the company he invested in was, he could remember the string of numbers clearly.

Zhou Luchen asked in a low voice, "Does the old lady know she is there?"

"We didn't say anything," Zhuang Ming said.

Zhou Lüchen closed the scriptures and picked up Shen Jing back to the west courtyard.

Until the back disappears outside the door.

The abbot rested and raised his hands to straighten his cassock.

Zhuang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, "Second Young Master, he..."

What can the abbot be angry about? He has become accustomed to it. "There is a kind of person who only has no regrets about himself."

It was absolutely unexpected.

After seeing off the guests, your noble master came back to listen to Buddhist scriptures and make tea, leisurely and calmly.

The host clasped his hands to the Buddha statue and said, "Lao Na is generous."

Zhou Lu suddenly laughed out loud.
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Shen Jing was frightened awake by the thunderstorm in the evening. No wonder she was so bored during the day and the rain came at any time.

The torrential rain seemed to be pouring down, and it didn't intend to stop.

Open mobile news. "Welcome to the Shanghai weather report. Recently, due to the influence of low-level airflow in the north, cold air and heavy rain will continue until November 11. Shanghai will join the cooling process starting from 8 o'clock tonight. Citizens should pay attention to umbrellas and traffic when traveling. Safety…"

She got up and cooked dinner with the little novice in the west courtyard.

The little novice monk under the eaves looked up at the sky, "Master has a raincoat, but it's a pity that Mr. Zhou won't be back for dinner."

"I'll deliver the umbrellas." Shen Jing took two umbrellas, walked into the rain, and went to the main hall.

The roof tiles were dripping.

Cooled down.

Zhou Lüchen just stepped over the threshold.

Oncoming.

Behind the dull arched door with the yellow wall, a beauty came in the rain. She was dressed in blue-gray plain clothes and holding a transparent umbrella in her hand. The rain and fog made it difficult to see her face. She raised her head step by step, showing her graceful and graceful figure.

Zhou Lüchen glanced sideways at Zhuang Ming, and Zhuang Ming had no choice but to put the black bone umbrella in his hand in the corner.

Naturally, Shen Jing didn't notice this.

"Come here, Zhou Luchen."

"Go back and eat fast."

She just stood at the foot of the steps, carrying the hem of her layman's uniform and stepping on the shallow puddle with her small black leather shoes.

The two looked at each other.

Zhou Lüchen held an unlit cigarette between his fingers and suddenly changed into another mood, with a smile in his lazy eyes.

I suddenly thought, will she step on the puddle again in the next second?
As she walked up the steps, she waved, "Come down."

Zhou Lüchen threw the cigarette in his hand to Zhuang Ming and followed her words and walked down the steps.

"Take you back for dinner." Shen Jing held up a high umbrella and stretched out her hand to catch the rain.

The winding stone road and the colorful night colors make people feel at ease on such a dark thunderstorm night.

Pass the Fasheng Hall behind the Buddha Hall.

It is a small courtyard surrounded by four sides. In the past few days, she has discovered that each Buddhist temple is dedicated to different gods and has unique architecture.

She suddenly murmured to herself, "The drainage system of Fasheng Hall is so powerful. When it rains so heavily, the water dripping from the eaves is like a curtain, and it only flows into the pool."

Zhou Luchen glanced at the side of her face and said, "Hui style architecture, four rivers return to the hall."

"Why." She was curious.

Zhou Luchen spoke slowly, "In terms of Buddhism, all things are accepted."

Shen Jing seemed to understand.

Zhou Lüchen took the umbrella in her hand, leaned down slightly, and said half-jokingly, "It's more tacky to say that the Four Rivers Return to the Hall, if you possess it, you won't leave any wealth to outsiders."

Shen Jing's eyes narrowed, and she knew that he was not a serious person.

With a good feng shui layout, taking the four waters and returning them to one and storing them in the pond in the courtyard is full, what he is partial to is occupation.

But thinking about it, he seemed to be right.

Isn't it just using buildings to store water and collect all things in the world?

She blinked sideways, "Do you want to possess me?"

Zhou Lu hugged her over and his eyes flashed.

She looked at him silently.

He was smiling with a cup of his mouth, and his expression was so calm that it was impossible to detect his emotions at all.

Zhuang Ming looked at the men and women walking side by side in the rain and fog, and then took a look at the thrown umbrella.

Suddenly I don't understand what they are trying to do, is it impulsive?

After they disappeared, Zhuang Ming bent down to pick up the umbrella, patted it twice and handed it to the host, "Hold on."

The abbot used his customary raincoat to protect himself from the rain, and he just put his palms together to express his thanks.

Zhuang Mingyou, Shen Jing specially gave him an umbrella.

Not for nothing, I used to work as her driver every day, waiting for her to go shopping and carry her bags.