Chapter 1083 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (40)

"That would be offensive."

The gentle and courteous monk bowed again. He was slim and beautiful, with tall knots like bamboo.

He put down his backpack and half-squatted, his simple and washed white cloth hanging on the ground.

Because he has been working all year round, his hands have a thick layer of calluses that feel cold to the touch and have a gritty feel.

He lowered his eyes, his eyebrows were calm and gentle, and he slowly held her ankle.

Gentle fingers seemed to explore her bones through the thin shoes and socks.

The beauty immediately hissed, her eyes slightly red.

"Little master, please be gentler"

She whispered, her complaining voice rising, as if she was being coquettish.

The monk made a move.

"Okay, little monk, please be gentle." His voice was slightly hoarse.

The beauty looked down at him and could only see his thin shoulders and bald head without blue hair.

After reincarnation, he was still a monk, cultivating his mind and chanting Buddha's name, and devoted himself to the Tao.

She pursed her lips and sighed in her heart.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that it was wrong to seduce him.

I always feel that he should concentrate on reciting the Buddha's name.

She was dazed for a while, but soon recovered her thoughts.

Holding on to the tree trunk, he watched the thin and gentle monk stand up, clasping his hands together and saluting.

"The young monk checked and found that the girl's injury was not serious and no bones were damaged."

"So, if possible, the girl can go back and use herbal hot compresses for a day or two. She should be fine and there will be no more pain."

The beauty held the tree trunk and leaned on it weakly, staring at him with watery eyes.

Probably because she was thinking of something sad, her eyes turned slightly red, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve, pulled it, and whispered:

"Little master, I have no home."

"I ran out secretly because my father wanted me to marry a pig butcher on the street. If I didn't want to, he had to put me on a sedan chair."

"Then I ran away and had no home."

She looked at him with slightly red eyes, extremely tender.

The snow-white and beautiful appearance is like the most beautiful flower in the valley. Against the background of the subtle sunlight, it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

Wearing a green skirt and plain clothes, not stained with pink or white, her thin fingers pulled him, carefully and hard, as if she was afraid that he would throw her away.

Broken hair fell down on her cheeks, and I felt pity for her sad eyebrows. She looked at him lovingly, like a pampered flower that couldn't withstand the slightest bit of wind or rain.

It can only be held in the palm of someone's hand and protected without being touched at all.

The monk's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his empty eyes fell lightly on her fingers.

He looked up at her and met her beautiful, sad eyes.

He looked calm and calm.

After a long silence, he opened his lips with a gentle voice.

"So, girl, is there somewhere you want to go?"

The beauty shook her head helplessly, "I don't know where to go either."

"Probably. Just starve to death in this valley, right?"

She lowered her head to wipe her tears and murmured to herself.

The kind-faced monk looked at her quietly, his eyes deep.

Empty and bottomless, one doesn't know what he is thinking.

He smiled slightly, and under the sparse bright sunlight, his body was pure and pure, and he said slowly:

"If the girl has nowhere to go and can't find a place to stay, then I wonder if she is willing to stay with the young monk in the temple for a few days?"

"Although the temple where the young monk lives is dilapidated, it can still accommodate girls."