Chapter 495 I strained my back



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When Luo Shimiao arrived at the meditation hall in the afternoon, he saw that Bai Yunqing had already arrived, so he deliberately walked in front of her to look at her face.

When he saw that the mask could barely cover her face, his smile almost reached his temples.

Bai Yunqing felt someone staring at her. She opened her eyes and saw Luo Shimiao. She glared at her and then closed her eyes again.

Luo Shimiao walked briskly to Master Huikong and gently poked his arm with a piece of Xuan paper rolled into a stick.

Huikong slowly opened his eyes while meditating.

"Here you are," she said, holding the copied Heart Sutra in both hands.

Huikong took it, looked through the few pages in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this, she turned and walked back to her seat.

Live broadcast room.

[Luo Shimiao is so heartless! Bai Yunqing has been stung by bees like this, and she's still laughing so happily.]

[She's gloating over her rival's 'disfigurement,' not even trying to hide it when there are cameras around. Should we say she's upright and honest?]

Who would have sympathy for someone they don't get along with?

[Her face was so swollen, yet she still did a live stream. If it were any other celebrity, they probably would have gone home and wouldn't dare to show their face in public.]

[My Qingqing is known for her dedication in the industry. Welcome to join the fandom; you definitely won't regret it.]

[My heart aches for Qingqing. She's such a good person. God, please open your eyes and see what she's done!]

God: I see it very clearly.

During the hour and a half of meditation, Bai Yunqing felt as if half a century had passed.

The sting wounds on her body were itchy and painful, and she couldn't scratch them, so she was tormented like this for an hour and a half.

She rushed out the door, using walking to relieve the itching in her feet.

Next came walking meditation and labor, followed by rest and meditation, and an afternoon passed just like that.

5:30 p.m.

Huikong carried the packed vegetarian meal back to his dormitory and glanced at the girl beside him who was chewing on a leaf: "Why aren't you eating? What are you doing following me?" This girl had been following him ever since he finished meditating.

Luo Shimiao removed the leaf from his lips: "Old monk, I saw the Buddha statue you carved yesterday and suddenly felt like carving something myself. I'd like to borrow your tools."

"Sure," he readily agreed, then paused and added, "The carving knife is sharp, so be careful not to cut yourself when using it."

"OK, I'll be careful."

The two chatted casually for a while and soon returned to the cabin.

Huikong took out a set of handmade knives from the drawer under the shelf and gave it to Luo Shimiao.

"There are some uncarved pieces of wood here. Take any one you like and play with it."

The second tier of the wooden shelf contained wooden blocks of varying sizes.

Luo Shimiao shook her head: "Thank you, but no need."

"So what are you using to carve it, or do you already have wood?" His curiosity was piqued.

She looked down at the leather case in her hand and smiled faintly: "It will be ready soon." The moment that thought was settled, she began to plan.

"Old monk, I'm leaving now. I'll return the knife to you when I'm done using it."

Huikong gazed at her carefree figure as she walked away, shaking his head and chuckling, "Young people these days are so unpredictable."

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Temple quarters.

Hearing the door open, Hao Yun knew it was her returning. Her red lips parted to speak: "Miaomiao, I packed you some vegetarian food. It's on the table." As she spoke, her eyes were reluctant to leave her book.

"Thank you, Sister Yun." Luo Shimiao saw her reading again: "Sister Yun, you are the most book-loving person I have ever met. You must be a reincarnation of a bookworm." She spends most of her free time reading.

"Books hold a wealth of knowledge and beauty. Reading heals me and gives me energy." She suddenly looked up and asked curiously, "Miaomiao, what kind of books do you like to read?"

A whistle came from Luo Shimiao's chest, and the next second, half of Xiao Lü's body peeked out from her collar.

"Sister Hao Yun, look at the color of the feathers on my head."

"Huang..." She realized something and tightly closed her lips to prevent the last word from escaping.

Luo Shimiao was so angry that she pulled it out and rubbed its body back and forth with both hands: "You hater!"

Little Green had its eyes closed, and its feathered face clearly showed joy.

"It feels so good."

[Hahaha, that little rascal is back online!]

Hao Yun's mouth was so tightly shut that his lips were barely visible, a testament to his panic.

[Hao Yun boldly uttered the last word: "We've got your back, don't be afraid!"]

[No wonder it's a bird with a yellow crown; it can get on the yellow bike anytime.]

Let's change the name. Instead of Little Green, let's just call her Little Yellow; that would be more fitting.

Before we knew it, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Luo Shimiao and Hao Yun stood at the foot of the bed, put their hands together in front of the camera, and said in unison, "Amitabha, see you tomorrow, everyone."

Just a second before the photographer turned off the equipment, Luo Shimiao added, "Early to bed and early to rise, early to be reborn."

audience:......

With no cameras following them after the broadcast, Luo Shimiao's plan could be implemented.

"This one isn't straight enough, and this one isn't thick enough."

On the peach tree, Luo Shimiao stood in the dark, picking out the branches she liked.

Xiao Lüdao, who was on guard duty at the highest point, said, "If the abbot finds out you stole peach tree branches, will he take a knife and chop you up?"

"No, monks do not kill."

Because it was nighttime and she couldn't see clearly, she couldn't find anything she liked no matter how many times she looked.

She raised her hand and looked up at the sky: "Brother Moon, what are you doing hiding in the clouds during working hours? Show your face and let me take a picture!" Not having a cell phone is such a hassle.

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