His outstanding face was now flushed, beads of sweat were flowing from his temples, and his slender fingers were constantly fiddling with the Buddhist beads.
Emotional distress is difficult to resolve and cure, but the destined person is hard to find...
Yuan Mo counted the Buddhist beads in his hand faster and faster. His heart was as hard as a rock, and the Ksitigarbha Sutra flowed out of his mouth to suppress his emotional attack.
As a member of the royal family who was plotted against, he could only convert to Buddhism to find peace. He no longer cared about whether it was a blessing or a sin. He just wanted to leave the world and get rid of this emotional disorder as soon as possible.
Tonight is his last time. As long as he suppresses his emotional disorder, it will never relapse, and his fate with the world will be over!
As the Ksitigarbha Sutra was read in the Buddhist hall, the anger burning in Yuan Mo's chest gradually died down, the blush on his face faded, and his handsome face gradually returned to calm.
The moon outside the Buddhist temple, which was covered by dark clouds, finally broke through the clouds.
Just a gust of cold wind whirled by, a light rain fell in the night sky, and the dark clouds quickly swooped back, eventually pulling the bright moon into the swamp...
Crash——
The door of the Buddhist temple was suddenly pushed open, and a girl in pink clothes with slightly wet hair stood at the door.
The girl's complexion was a little pale, and there was a hint of fear on her delicate face. The hem of her skirt was stained with mud, making her look like a delicate flower that had fallen into the mud, which was particularly pitiful.
This is Jiang Zhili who traveled through time.
She said in a gentle voice: "Master, the night rain is cold, please be kind and let me take shelter in this Buddhist temple..."
Yuan Mo's recitation of the Ksitigarbha Sutra was interrupted, but his hand did not stop playing with the Buddhist beads. He only glanced at the woman at the door, and the anger that had been extinguished in his heart was rekindled.
With a snap, the Buddhist string broke.
The clear and small Buddhist beads rolled all over the ground, and a few of them rolled onto the muddy hem of the little girl's skirt.
Yuan Mo lowered his eyes, following the scattered Buddhist beads, and finally stopped at the edge of the girl's skirt.
The girl squatted down and picked up the Buddhist beads with her slender fingers.
A cold wind blew into the hall, ruffling the girl's black hair. Her fragrance, wrapped in the cold wind, spread throughout the temple and penetrated into the monk's revived heart...
"Master, your Buddhist beads," Jiang Zhili stretched out his palm in front of Yuan Mo and spread it out.
Yuan Mo lowered his eyes, and in his white and tender palm lay three golden Buddhist beads.
These Buddhist beads have been with him for seven years and have long become a part of his body and integrated with him.
A part of me lay in the girl's soft palm...
Yuan Mo didn't dare to think too deeply, nor did he dare to look at it too much. He could only turn his back and sigh softly: "Amitabha, please do as you wish, benefactor."
The candlelight in the Buddhist temple was swaying in the cold wind, just like the complicated mood swinging back and forth.
Jiang Zhili looked at Yuan Mo, who had his back turned. She closed her palms and said thank you softly, "Thank you very much, Master."
She walked towards the door and closed it. The cold rain was blocked out and the Buddhist hall returned to peace.
However, Yuan Mo's emotional distress resurfaced, and he was also very upset. He could only kneel before the Buddha and recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra non-stop...
Jiang Zhili glanced at the man who was reciting the scriptures indifferently, then she walked to the corner and sat down, not interfering with the man who was reciting the scriptures.
{Sister Zhizhi, this is a bit difficult. How can Yuan Mo remain so calm even though he's in love? Not only does he not even glance at you, he's even chanting Buddhist scriptures!} Duoduo's baby voice echoed in her mind.
Jiang Zhili opened his palm and looked at the three Buddhist beads.
"Yuan Mo has been suffering from emo-disease for seven years. Whenever he gets sick, he comes to this mountaintop Buddhist temple alone to chant sutras to suppress his emotions. It's the best outcome for a weak woman like me to show up rashly, and he didn't chase me away."
Yuan Mo is not just a monk, so her little tricks will definitely not be hidden from him.
Duoduo smacked his lips: "Then according to Sister Zhizhi, there's no chance now!"
Jiang Zhili raised her eyes and glanced at the man who was chanting scriptures, and a smile appeared on her face.
No chance? Not necessarily!
Yuan Mo narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the surge of emotions in them. The leisurely fragrance lingered around him, even overshadowing the smell of incense in the Buddhist temple.
He was already in a state of confusion, unable to suppress his emotions any longer...
A little flame ignited in the heart covered with hay, and in an instant it turned into a blaze big enough to set the whole field on fire.
It's not like he hasn't encountered similar situations before, but he has never been so out of control as he is now.
He can't stay any longer!
Yuan Mo suddenly stood up, sweat dripping from his temples, and his robes on the back were already soaked. He hurried towards the door of the Buddhist hall.
Jiang Zhili, who was hiding in the corner, had a flash of light in his eyes, and he stood up and followed.
"Master, it's raining outside the Buddhist temple, so it's better not to go out," she said, standing behind Yuan Mo with concern in her tone.
This body is very beautiful, like a demon and charming, and with her soul integrated into it, it is even more irresistible.
Yuan Mo suddenly turned around, and his originally gentle and calm face became a little flushed, and the base of his ears was even redder.
The pure Buddha is moving and attracts attention.
The distance between the two was not close, but Yuan Mo was so frightened that he took a big step back, his strong back pressed against the door of the Buddhist temple.
His dark eyes could not be restrained as he stared at the delicate girl in front of him.
{That’s right, this is what it’s like to be in love,} Duoduo said with a smile.
Jiang Zhili tilted his head, his expression both puzzled and innocent: "Master, are you very hot? Why is your face red?"
Yuan Mo lowered his head in embarrassment and muttered, "Amitabha."
His thoughts and ideas are really dirty.
Seeing that Yuan Mo avoided answering, Jiang Zhili took another step forward, and the distance between them suddenly narrowed.
There was a hint of urgency in her tone: "Master, are you catching a cold and having a fever?"
After saying that, she stood on tiptoe and wanted to raise her hand to touch Yuan Mo's forehead, but the other party dodged it awkwardly.
Seeing Yuan Mo dodge, she was not angry, but instead reached out and held his arm.
The man's arms were strong and very hot.
Her tone became even more anxious: "Ah! Master, you're so hot too... You really are running a fever. Could it be that when I came in, I brought the cold air from outside to you?"
Yuan Mo's heart was beating very fast. The girl's palm was cool and pressed against his arm, and it seemed that the forced emotions were also relieved by the coolness.
He wanted to get closer...
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yuan Mo immediately felt ashamed of himself and pulled his arm out of the cool palm.
He whispered, "It's due to my physical condition, it has nothing to do with you, the donor."
It's because his mind is impure and he is really dirty!
Jiang Zhili's face was filled with concern. She took another half step forward. The distance between them had already exceeded the normal range. Another half inch and the fabric would stick to the fabric...
The sweet fragrance spread all over his body, as if enveloping Yuan Mo. His Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and the raging fire in his heart was about to burn out from the bottom of his eyes!
But he was now stuck at the door, with nowhere to retreat, and he didn't dare touch the woman in front of him. He could only lower his eyes and speak hoarsely: "Men and women should not touch each other, please..."
Yuan Mo did not say the word "self-respect". He felt that the person who did not respect himself was not the woman in front of him, but himself.
【My dears, let’s eat! 】
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