Chapter 8： Middle-aged Minnie (1/2)
Thinking of this, Lin Tianlong couldn't help but look in the direction of the pretty nun, only to see her eyebrows delicate and feminine, such as the bright new moon, Fengmu Liumei, exudes the unique charm of the woman.
She was wearing a large robe at this time, which strongly stimulated Lin Tianlong's eye.
Long and curly eyelashes are like the new moon in the sky. A pair of watery eyes, Danfeng eyes, at this time, they transmit infinite mature charm.
Pretty Nun saw Lin Tianlong notice that she was watching him, knowing that he had found out that she had just seen his beautiful young woman's actions, could not help but face the blush, Liu Mei upside down, gave him a look, and turned into the backyard.
Lin Tianlong followed closely, but the pretty nun disappeared, and only a middle-aged nun was about to step into the main hall of Guanyin Temple from the back door.
”Ah! Little donor...” The middle-aged nun just glanced at the strange boy, but the beautiful eyes flashed, showing a shocking and inexplicable look, as if the acquaintance who had not seen for a long time suddenly appeared in front of her, she adjusted her voice and said softly. ”Looking at the small donors is very impressive. I don't know if it is a tour of the mountains or a burning wish or a meditation?”
“The teacher is too polite! I don’t know how the teacher’s Auntie is called?”
”Inferior sound!”
“The Zen language is wonderful, like smelling the sound!”
“The little donor has a reputation! The little donor has not answered the question of poor Nepal?”
”I don't know too much, I just saw a Minnie sister going in, and I want to ask her her name!”
”When you enter Buddhism, why is it beautiful? Color is empty, empty is color, in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, why should small donors disturb the cultivation of Zen?” The middle-aged Mei Nihe made a soft voice.
”Teacher is too reprimanded, please forgive me for nothing more, young and ridiculous, just dreaming of Guanyin Bodhisattva last night to tell me that I have a fate with Guanyin Temple, so today I am still willing to come!” Lin Tianlong joined hands Do it, half-truth, and explain.
The middle-aged Minnie Jiao’s body whispered in a whisper, and the heart sighed. Is it true that the Bodhisattva is showing the spirit, is it destined to be dusty? Moreover, at first glance, she can almost conclude that this boy is the son of Liang Rukang and Lin Huiyin. Twenty years ago, she and Lin Huiyin were also very affectionate. The baby daughter or Lin Huiyin privately helped deliver the baby. I also dreamed of Lin Huiyin last night. I saw this boy today, as if I saw my girlfriend. He came to the Guanyin Temple inexplicably, and inexplicably bumped into the jade, but it was inexplicable at first sight. Could it be that the goddess of the Buddha is destined to have a baby daughter like Yu and the predecessor of this boy?
”Excuse me, ask the little donor, your surname?”
”My name is Lin Tianlong!”
”Lin...Dragon...” The sound teacher was too beautiful to flash, and once again looked up and down the boy, muttering silently, and knowing that this son is the son of the Lin Huiyin.