Namo Amitabha

05

After the monk finished chanting, he concentrated on meditating again. His glance seemed like a stone dropped into a pool of autumn water, causing ripples, but the water quickly returned to calm.

Feng Luo thought he had no Buddhist roots and didn't want to disturb his meditation practice. After walking around the ruined temple, he pushed open the door and stepped into the howling wind to stretch his muscles.

It was completely dark, and the surroundings were quiet, with occasional insects chirping.

Feng Luo's heart is not only calm but also very comfortable.

It was a kind of refreshment after landing, so refreshed that he almost wanted to turn himself into the real body with a howl.He also really went to heaven to find that phoenix bird and told him immediately that he had found the person he had been looking for.

After he finished speaking, the bird snorted coldly and ignored him as always, and he was not annoyed.

When he reached the door, he waved his hands at the phoenix bird: "Let's go, brother, I'm going to sleep with that man."

An eye knife flew over.

When he came back from Fengniao and opened the temple door, the monk had already sat on his bed and continued to meditate.

He couldn't tell whether he was meditating or resting, but Feng Luo thought that he was probably meditating, and the monk's Dharma was so advanced that he had almost reached the stage of perfection, so it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't eat or sleep.

When he returned to his bed, he found a thick monk's robe neatly folded there.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the monk.

The man still sat there quietly.

"Monk!" Feng Luo put on the monk's robe and walked in front of him.

The man opened his eyes, and his deep eyes fell on himself, and Feng Luo trembled when he saw his eyes.

"Deeper and dew heavy, keep out the cold."

Feng Luo almost laughed out loud, he didn't believe that the monk couldn't see his real body, he didn't know that he was also a person who wouldn't eat, drink, wind, rain, or penetrate.

So he couldn't help but said to the monk: "Monk, you are really merciful." There was a smile in his tone.

Then he saw that calm brow furrowed, and those eyes that looked back and forth even revealed a trace of displeasure.

That vivid joy and anger are fleeting.

Feng Luo's heart moved slightly.

I don't know if it's because the eyes cast on him are finally not so indifferent, or the monk's clothes on his body are too warm.