"Good friend, what is Prajna?
Prajna means wisdom in Tang Dynasty.
At all times and in all places, be wise in every thought and always practice wisdom. This is the practice of Prajna.
A single thought of ignorance ends Prajna; a single thought of wisdom gives rise to Prajna…”
Master Shi An's voice, like the morning bell and evening drum, came from the inner room. It had no ups and downs, no rhythm, but it made people feel calm when listening to it.
Ning Anan recalled the events of the past few days, one by one, and even after thinking about it several times, he still couldn't figure out why Qing'er ignored him.
But the more he thought about it, the more panicked and scared he became. He was afraid that Qing'er would no longer want him and would never allow him to stay by her side again.
Ning Anan turned his head and looked at the door curtain. He wanted to go in and ask if he had done anything wrong.
But I dared not move, not even a step. Nor did I dare to ask why, not even a word.
If Qing'er told him that she no longer wanted him, he would definitely not be able to bear it.
In comparison, it’s already good enough for him now that he can still see Qing’er every day.
Yes, he can still stay with her and see her every day, that’s enough, Ning Anan showed a bitter smile on her face.
"Brother An An..."
"Brother An An..."
Dugu Meng tilted his head and waved his hand in front of Ning Anan to remind her.
"Hmm? Miss Dugu, what's the matter?" Ning Anan came back to her senses and replied.
Dugu Meng lowered his head dejectedly and said aggrievedly: "Brother An'an, just call me Meng'er.
When we were on Qingyun Mountain before, you always called me Meng'er, didn't you? "
Ning Anan shook her head and said, "Miss Dugu, you and I were still young at that time.
Now that we are all grown up, we should know how to avoid suspicion, otherwise it will be bad for your reputation if it gets out.
and…"
Ning Anan's expression darkened, and she continued, "Qing'er will be unhappy."
Dugu Meng's face twisted for a moment, then he lowered his head and quickly returned to normal.
Ning Anan packed up her medicine box and said, "Miss Dugu, after this period of treatment, your condition has stabilized.
I will come back for the last time in three days. If there is no problem then, I will write a prescription for you.
From now on, just follow this prescription and I won’t have to come here anymore.”
Dugu Meng said anxiously: "Brother An An, you are not coming? Then I..."
Ning Anan explained: "You are fine now. I will just come back to confirm in three days. You don't need me for the subsequent treatment.
You have enough doctors in your house, and I will also leave you a prescription for conditioning."
Dugu Meng hurriedly asked, "Are you leaving?"
Ning Anan shook her head: "No, it's just that Qing'er hasn't had a good appetite recently, and I'm worried.
So I have to spend more time making delicious food for her, so I don’t have time.”
Dugu Meng felt that he had to use all his strength to avoid roaring out loud.
A crazy idea flashed through Dugu Meng's mind, and he forced a smile on his face and said, "Okay, Brother An An, you go back first.
Three days later, if you come a little earlier, Meng'er will treat you to a simple meal as a token of my gratitude for your kindness."
Ning Anan politely declined, "Miss Dugu, there's no need to bother with this. This is my duty."
Dugu Meng said loudly and hurriedly: "No trouble!"
Meeting Ning An'an's puzzled gaze, he softened his tone and said, "Brother An'an, my father asked me to treat you to a meal as a token of our Dugu family's gratitude to you."
Ning Anan naturally could not refuse the invitation from her elders, so she nodded.
He agreed, "Okay, then I'll respectfully obey your command."
Looking at Ning An'an's departing back, Dugu Meng's lips curled up into a cold smile: Brother An'an, don't blame me...
"Donor, calm down..." Shi An reminded while beating the wooden fish.
Shi An didn't look at Qi Qing, but he seemed to be able to sense it.
Qiqing has been treating Ning Anan coldly these days, and she can't tell what she feels.
Whenever I think about the fact that Ning Anan actually loves the ignorant self on Qingyun Mountain.
There was an unrelieved anger in her heart, running rampant and making her feel uncomfortable from head to toe.
The person on Qingyun Mountain is herself and not herself. She is not that ignorant and pure.
She is called a witch by others, a female devil who kills people without blinking an eye.
She had been sleeping for a thousand years, suffering from emptiness and loneliness, and being tormented by the emptiness and emptiness. She had already become unrecognizable and hideous.
When Ning Anan understood this, she realized that she was no longer the pure and innocent girl in his heart.
Will he not stay with her, will he leave her.
Ning Anan, such a clean, refreshing, pure and genuine person, how could she like a corrupt and rotten person like her.
But if Ning Anan really wanted to leave her, how could she tolerate it?
She would never let him go easily!
Would she want to destroy him again, just like she did to Bai Ziche and Bai Ziyu in Yunlang Country?
Qiqing couldn't hide his chaotic thoughts and irritable emotions.
"Knock, knock, knock..." The sound of the wooden fish struck into Qiqing's heart again and again, diluting her chaotic thoughts.
Qiqing looked at Shi An who was beating the wooden fish seriously, and a trace of evil thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.
Qiqing put her arms around Shi An's waist from behind and felt the man tremble slightly as expected, but continued to beat the wooden fish calmly.
Qi Qing sneered, looked at the man's smooth and dry neck, stretched out her jade-like fingers and gently tapped his waist.
Then, he moved his whole body upwards, sticking to the broad back.
Shi An's hand holding the wooden fish mallet suddenly tightened, feeling the warm and full touch rubbing from bottom to top on his back.
The moist and soft feeling with the heat of breath brushed against the neck gently, then dodged, again and again, playing mischievously.
Shi An chanted the Heart Sutra while moving the wooden fish in his hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, following the changing touches, sometimes playfully sweeping, sometimes viciously biting.
The speed of the wooden mallet starts from slow to fast, then gradually increases, until it gets faster and faster...
It sank suddenly, hitting the wooden fish heavily, making a muffled "hum..." sound. The lingering sound was weird and immoral in the empty Buddhist hall.
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"Heh... Master, your mind is in turmoil."
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