"If he says it's because of you, young lady, then why doesn't he want to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus and bean soup?"
Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, his eyes suddenly filled with interest.
"He didn't drink?"
Chen Bi was surprised and said, "I asked the young master, and I heard that when the soup was brought out, the bowl was still full, and the master didn't even touch the spoon."
Shen Zhiyi closed the powder box, a faint smile forming on the corners of her lips.
"This is a pleasant surprise."
"Happy?" Chen Bi was puzzled. "How can it be a happy occasion if he doesn't drink the young lady's soup?"
Shen Zhiyi leaned his elbows on the table, looked back lazily, and said with a smile: "The Buddha said that all beings are equal. He accepted my soup but refused to drink it. It can be seen that his mood has changed and he treats me differently."
"He has a discriminatory attitude towards me."
"Isn't this a happy occasion?"
Her smile deepened, her eyes moved around, and she brightened the whole room.
Chen Bi was stunned for a moment.
After coming to his senses, he was surprised and delighted, "Miss, in that case, we must seize the opportunity to pursue the victory!"
Shen Zhiyi's eyes flickered slightly, and he pointed at the table.
"Hey, bring me the lamp oil I prepared."
Since he has a different mind towards her, she also wants him to know that with her...
Master Kongchen is different from others after all.
…
Dusk is falling and the lights under the eaves are beginning to dim.
Inside the Zen room.
Yan Zhuoxu holds an ink brush in his hand, moving his strokes across the rice paper.
"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The same is true of feeling, perception, mental formations, and consciousness."
"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."
Knock knock knock——
"Master Kongchen, are you there?"
The soft female voice shattered my thoughts.
The writing suddenly stopped.
"Master, if you would like to rest, could you please open the door and chat with me? I have something to say to you."
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes.
A gust of wind blew in from outside the window, blowing up the copied scriptures on the table.
His hand froze in mid-air, not moving for a long time.
Snap——
Ink dots fall.
A black wet mark appeared on the paper, spreading out like ripples.
It was like Buddhist beads in the morning, breaking apart and falling to the ground.
Yan Zhuoxu stared at the ink stain with a calm look, showing no emotion.
After a moment, he put down his pen.
Take the paperweight and cover the wet mark.
"Enter."
The sound is calm and without waves.
Shen Zhiyi pushed open the door, and the hem of her skirt stepped over the threshold.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes fell on her feet, and he saw the cluster of pale golden osmanthus buds again, then he calmly withdrew his gaze.
"What's the matter?"
Shen Zhiyi came over, put the lamp oil on the table, and said with a smile: "I wanted to give this lamp oil to the master before leaving the temple."
"But I didn't expect that the rain would wash away the rocks and we couldn't get down the mountain."
"It is God's will."
"I had no choice but to bring the lamp oil over first."
"I hope it will be useful to you, Master."
She opened the white porcelain oil bottle, and the aroma of fine storax filled the air.
It's the scent he usually uses.
"Why don't you use osmanthus flowers?" His voice was very light, and it sounded inexplicably like a question in the empty Zen room.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Osmanthus flowers are common, so the one given to the master must be unique."
Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyelids and looked at the long lantern not far away.
Maybe the wind is rising.
So the flame flickered a few times but remained calm.
Shen Zhiyi added, "Today I passed by the main hall and heard you explaining the scriptures. I found it very interesting."
"This mountain road is blocked. Perhaps even the Buddha feels that I have a connection with the Master."
"You want me to stay in the temple for a while longer."
The flame of the lamp crackled.
Yan Zhuoxu's gaze fell back on her face, and the dimness in the room cast a faint shadow between her eyebrows.
But it couldn't hide her brilliance at all.
He lifted his thin lips slightly, his voice low but cold and clear, like a sliver of ice cutting through tepid water. "Since you know I don't like people getting close to me, why do you keep testing me and bothering to get close to me?"
"Donor Shen, what do you want?"
The smile on Shen Zhiyi's face froze instantly.
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