The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 164: Master Kongxuan (21)

The master's two simple sentences and four simple words made Chen Yiming fall into deep thought.

With legs crossed and eyes closed, several hours passed by.

When he raised his eyes again, he met the woman's slightly swollen and smart eyes, half of her charming face.

"Princess?"

As soon as Liu Yufu and Chen Yiming met their gazes, their cheeks became hot, and they subconsciously wanted to shrink their heads back.

But he was nailed in place by this cry.

"Chen, Chen Yiming." She waved her little hand stiffly and took a small step.

All I can think of is how she cried last night and her image is gone. No, even if she didn't cry, her image is gone.

Beiqi bit his lower lip, wanting to run away for a moment.

But the best time has been missed.

There was no other way, she could only pretend to be calm and continue to say: "I came out to look for Hong Tong, did you see her?"

While talking, his eyes looked east and west but did not look at Chen Yiming.

Knowing that she was uncomfortable, Chen Yiming didn't point it out, just smiled gently, echoed her softly and said: "Miss Crimson Tong should go and serve you meals."

"Oh, that's it." Liuyu's white hands clasped the small bell on her waist.

This little bell won't ring, it's just a decoration.

Because Liuyu likes these delicate and cute little things very much, almost every piece of her clothes has a little bell on it.

And when she felt uncomfortable, she would subconsciously look for the little bell.

Maybe she didn't realize it herself.

Chen Yiming laughed in his heart, looked away calmly but restrainedly, and said with concern: "Princess, the morning wind is cold, be careful of catching a cold."

Liuyu looked at him secretly, and Nuonuo replied "oh", but didn't make any moves.

Slowly moving towards him, noticing the blackness under his eyes, pursing her pink lips, she blamed herself a little: "You, have you been sitting here all night?"

Yesterday she fell asleep crying and crying. In the dimness, it seemed that someone was going to touch her, but she seemed very fierce, um, she seemed to have punched that person.

The rest, she can't remember.

It wasn't until he woke up just now that he realized that it wasn't his own room, so he hurried out.

Then I saw him.

Chen Yiming nodded, his eyes open and gentle.

He was very gentle and amiable by nature, but now that the entanglement in his heart has been dispelled, he becomes more and more clear and unparalleled.

"Yi Ming is not sleepy, and this is also part of the practice."

"Cultivation?" Liuyu, who was still full of guilt, was quickly distracted when she heard such words for the first time.

Immediately leaned over curiously, with an appearance of listening carefully.

An imperceptible smile appeared in Chen Yiming's eyes, and he moved his fingertips, but he didn't put them on the woman's little head after all.

Instead, he picked up the wolf hair, took out the rice paper, and said while writing: "Buddhism has a long history, with profound content, profound connotations and extraordinary meanings. It cannot be learned overnight, nor can it be learned only by reciting words. Cultivation, cultivation is the body. , is the heart. There is an old saying: Cultivate one's own virtues, without etiquette, and forget the body."

Chen Yiming's tone is slow and soft, with a long eloquence, even if it is boring knowledge, it makes people sound different.

Liuyu listened, and gradually became fascinated, because she was fascinated by the sound, and also loved the house and the crow, and had a little real and deep interest in the so-called Buddhism.

With her cheeks in her hands, she listened carefully, occasionally asking a question or two, and Chen Yiming would answer all of them seriously.

Under the tall and lush old trees, the young man in snow and the woman in red gathered at the same table, chatting happily and occasionally arguing, but they would soon get through one side's concession, looking at each other and smiling, everything was fine. It goes without saying.

Fei Tong lay on the door frame, secretly watching.

(End of this chapter)