Shen Wanqing didn't speak half of his words, which made Yan fan a little curious. He casually picked his eyebrows and asked Shen Wanqing, "how does your highness want Yan fan?"
"Cough, cough..."
Shen Wanqing coughed softly, "no, no, Yan fan, why don't you answer me a few questions and I'll give you a drink?"
Yan fan is not interested in the so-called milk at all, but now when he looks at the girl's eyebrows, Yan fan can't help laughing.
The cinnabar nevus on his eyebrows and eyes was extremely bright, and the thin corners of his mouth were filled with a casual smile of evil spirits.
"If your highness wants to ask anything, just ask Yan fan."
Shen Wanqing blinked when she heard the speech. She picked up a milk cake in front of her and took a bite. Shen Wanqing thought and looked at Yan fan.
She asked, "master Yan fan, have you heard a poem?"
Yan fan raised his eyes and looked at her calmly, with a little interest in his eyes.
"I'm ashamed of being sentimental and polluting the Buddhist practice. I'm afraid I'll fall into the city by mistake when I enter the mountain. How can I get the Shuangquan Dharma in the world and live up to the Tathagata and your majesty?"
The girl's voice was cold and soft, and Yan fan's fingertips stopped.
His long eyelashes drooped gently, and his dark blue pupils were suddenly stained with a touch of dark dense. The wipe just now converged with great interest.
After a while, Yan fan picked up the teacup in front of him as if nothing had happened. He took a sip of tea, and his face suddenly became a little calm and cold.
How can we get the double perfection Dharma in the world? If you don't lose the Tathagata, you won't lose the Qing
Yan fan whispered this poem in his heart, and then suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and smiled. His smile became cool.
"Master Yan fan, do you think there is really no double perfection method in the world?" Shen Wanqing asked Yan fan tentatively with a little hesitation, sipping his lips.
Yan fan raised his long eyelashes. His dark blue pupils were dark and deep, looking at her like an abyss.
She looked at her eyes and felt a clatter in her heart. Then some guilty quickly put aside their sight.
Although Yan fan looks casual and unorthodox on weekdays, in fact, he respects the Buddha more than anyone else.
Seemingly unintentional, but actually intentional, his attainments in Buddhism are estimated to be beyond the reach of even the abbot.
With such a delicate heart, he probably understood what he had been thinking about him these days.
Yan fan carelessly gathered the ginger robe at his fingertips. The breeze blew, and the tall and thin figure was lonely and clear.
That day, Shen Wanqing didn't wait for Yan fan's answer. She also tried to pretend that she didn't care. The next day, it was as if she had forgotten the question she asked yesterday and didn't mention it again.
Sometimes when Shen Wanqing went to find Yan fan, Yan fan would also sit quietly in the meditation room. If Shen Wanqing didn't bother him, he would sit aside and watch him meditate quietly.
Sometimes it happens that it is rare to see Yan fan in front of the Buddha, slightly closing his eyes, holding the string of agate beads in his hand, devoutly and seriously reading the Buddhist scriptures.
Usually at this time, Shen Wanqing will sit next to Yan fan and chant scriptures with him.
After all, it's not for nothing to eat fast and read Buddhism for half a month. For example, Shen Wanqing can also know one or two of the Vajra Prajna paramita Sutra.
At the same time, sometimes Shen Wanqing really feels that the food in the temple is tasteless. Yan fan will take Shen Wanqing to the back mountain to find some game to eat.
Yan fan is a monk. Although he is not admonished and will be stained with meat, he will not kill. Shen Wanqing stayed in the temple for so long. If he killed Sheng at this time, the previous rules and regulations, fasting and chanting Buddha will be in vain.