Chapter 536: The Pretty Monk with a Pure Heart and Less Desires 11

After struggling for a long time, Ah Zhao finally understood what Mrs. Wen Yuan was talking about.

She gave Coral a hard look.

"Mother, I really don't intend to become a monk!" Ah Zhao promised Mrs. Wen Yuan for the third time.

"Really?" Mrs. Wen Yuan wiped away her tears.

"Really!" Ah Zhao said loudly.

Only a fool will become a monk.

Not even meat.

After finally coaxing Mrs. Wen Yuan away, Ah Zhao looked at Shan Shan with a smile: "You have good understanding skills, and you are very happy to file a complaint."

coral:"……"

Miss, please forgive me!

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That night.

Ah Zhao still went to bed early.

She has taken a rest earlier than usual these days.

However, everyone in the house felt that she had exhausted her body due to all the fuss before, so it would be good to have more rest.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he arrived in the familiar small courtyard.

Zhan Ming was still chanting scriptures.

Azhao went straight into his room, sat on the stool and listened to his recitation.

Zhan Ming is not surprised to see her again.

"Azhao's benefactor is here?"

Ah Zhao smiled: "I'm here."

The two had a tacit understanding this time and sat together in the courtyard.

A Zhao waved his hand, and a large pile of scriptures appeared on the table.

"Here are some scriptures I brought from home, and I give them to you." A Zhao said generously.

Zhan Ming folded his hands confidently, and frowned: "These are rare and lonely copies, and the poor monk deserves it."

A Zhao waved his hand: "Why should I be ashamed, I am now in your small courtyard every night, disturbing Master Zhanming, this is a thank you gift."

Zhan Ming said in a gentle voice, "A Zhao's benefactor did not bother the poor monk, but even gave the poor monk a pot of tea. Thank you is absolutely unacceptable."

Ah Zhao became unhappy: "You monk is really boring."

Zhan Ming just looked at her gently.

It made Azhao more and more unreasonable.

Anyway, looking like an unreasonable person, Azhao simply played a rogue.

She pointed to the scriptures in front of her eyes: "As for me, there is no reason to take back the things I sent out. If Master Zhanming dislikes you and refuses to take them, I will..."

She rolled her eyes and stretched out her hand, and the oil lamp in the room appeared in her hand.

Soul and body are afraid of fire, Ah Zhao held the lamp, feeling a little scared in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

She tilted the oil lamps: "If you don't want them, I'll burn them."

Without waiting for Zhan Ming to respond, the oil lamp was lit, and the scripture on the top was already lit.

Zhan Ming's calm eyes finally gave birth to a trace of panic.

He didn't even care about the fire that had already started, and directly covered it with his sleeves to suppress the fire.

He picked up the scripture carefully and looked at it, only to see that only a corner of the cover was burned, but the content was still intact, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up at Azhao again, disapproval appeared in his clear expression: "Benefactor Azhao, these scriptures of yours are all unique copies in the world, and they are treasures of Buddhism. It is really inappropriate to be so contemptuous."

Ah Zhao scoffed lightly: "Master's words are wrong."

Zhan Ming: "Oh?"

"The master dismissed the golden thread plum snow, and regarded it as no different from ordinary mountain spring water. I understand very well."

Azhao said with a smile: "To Grandmaster, these are just external possessions."

Zhan Ming's eyes moved, he looked at Ah Zhao, and already understood what she was going to say.

Sure enough, I saw Ah Zhao stretching out his hand, pointing to the scriptures on the table: "I am different from the master, I am a layman, I prefer the appetite, and I don't like this isolated Buddhist book."