Chapter 68： Hero saves beauty is monk (2/2)

Holy eyes, with a faint smile of compassion, with a little red cinnabar on his forehead. If other men click on such cinnabar, I'm afraid they are not demon and charming, but they are placed on him, only to give people a look from a distance and not to play Holy.

Chu Qingyan watched the Buddhism boy come to her in unblemished clothes, gently opened his lips, and asked with concern, ”Women, can I rise?”

Chu Qingyan was awakened, embarrassed to see a monk fascinated. She comforts herself and loves beauty. Everyone has it. Even if he is a disciple of Buddha, it does not hinder people's appreciation.

”Yes.” Chu Qingyan couldn't care about the dust, and stood up tremblingly, only to be shocked at this moment. At this time, he was still in shock, but was able to stand barely.

At this stop, Chu Qingyan found that she had just reached his chest. She was a bit depressed, and found that in ancient times, the people she met were much taller than her. Whether it was Xiao Xu, his own father, or the one who was only older than himself Xiao Ran, aged, had to raise his head to talk to them. It seems imperative that he grow taller.

When she looked up at the person in front of her, the person in front of her was clear and smiling, but looked at herself without grief or joy.

However, the young monk in the seventeenth and eighteenth period gave people a clear and thorough feeling of seeing the world.

”Master, did you save me?” The horse stopped suddenly just now. She guessed that no one else except the person in front of her looked at her with clear gratitude in her voice.

”The female donor doesn't need to worry, the poor monk just passed by, just let it go.” The monk in white folded his hands on his chest and responded with a slight smile.

It's not humility or ignorance, but it is a tone of a poor monk's internal affairs. Xu's peaceful tone makes people feel uneasy.

In the present world, the area where Chu Qingyan lives is a religion of Buddhism. Every festival, Gao Xiang keeps on, but she has personally seen the disciples of Buddhist monks who are in and out of monks' clothes, so she once confronted the Buddhist monks. The children had no feelings, but felt that they were just ordinary people in Buddhist clothes.

But now seeing this man, Chu Qingyan only knew what a Buddhist monk was. She felt awe in her heart, and her expression also stood up. ”In any case, I would like to thank the master for help.”

The other smiled, and then nodded to her. ”The female donor is welcome. At this moment, the poor monk must heal the injured horse. Please forgive the poor monk not to talk with the female donor.”

Chu Qingyan waved his hands quickly, ”Master please, don't worry about me.”

”Amitabha Buddha.” The unvoiced voice revived. The monk in white turned to face the down-horse horse, reached into his sleeve, took out a jar of white jade, opened the cork, and sprayed the medicine powder on the horse's stab wound. The pain was so high that he lifted his forefoot, but in the soft solace of the monk in white, he gradually became softer.

Chu Qingyan noticed that there was a string of beads on his wrist. It was simple and colorless, but slid on his wrist with his movement. There was an unspeakable charm, maybe a string of ordinary wood. Bead, because it was worn on him, gave a heavy feeling for no reason.

It's not good to keep staring at people, Chu Qingyan looked at the horse, but when he saw the wound on his head, he felt a blame in his heart. If it weren't for her, the horse would not be hurt.

Xu was aware of Chu's low-faced emotions. The monk in white said along the mane of the horse, ”Everything has its cause and effect, the female donor need not blame herself. peaceful.”

Chu Qingyan knew that he was comforting himself and thanked him, ”Thank you Master.”

Time seems to be slowed down because of his actions. Chu Qingyan is a little curious. Why do such wise people enter the Buddhist gate?

Xu Shi often received the attention of others. The monk in white didn't care. He carefully applied the medicine powder to the horse. After a long time, he retracted his hand, plugged the bottle mouth, and retracted it into his sleeve.

The horse looked up in his hand and tapped, and Chu Qingyan saw with sharp eyes that the horse seemed to be spiritual, with tears in his eyes and grateful eyes.

Chu Qingyan looked at the monk in white with amazement in front of him, as if he had been used to it, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as fleeting as Buddha lotus.

And at this moment, a horseshoe screamed, Chu Qing Yan heard the sound and turned his head, and saw a Xuanyi and a horse came first in their direction.