Namo Amitabha

04

The monk sat quietly and chanted sutras until late at night, when Feng Luoyou woke up, he saw the bean-like lamp, shaking, and the sound of chanting sutras in the room became much lower.

He turned his head and looked at the faint light covering monk Yuebai's robe, blurring his facial features.

As if yesterday's dream reappeared, he stared at it for a long time and remained silent for a long time.

Then, not knowing what was driving him at the moment, he said something mysteriously:

"Monk, my fate has arrived."

"Ah."

Feng Luo's eyes widened, and an expression of astonishment unreservedly surfaced on that perfect skin.

He hurriedly got out of bed and walked to the monk to stand still.

Just watched him chanting quietly.

Even though the cold wind is howling outside the house, the fallen leaves are blown wildly, a cluster of lights in the house are shaking, and the sound of chanting sutras is endless.

It brought a sense of warmth and stability.

The black robe on Feng Luo's body seemed to be soaked in warmth.

Feng Luo watched in silence for a while, knowing that the man was concentrating on it, so he cut the candles himself.

As the candle light trembled again, the chanting sound fell silently.

Feng Luo lowered his head and saw the man's eyes again.

Translucent, quiet, with burning candles and his own face in his eyes.