Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian: "..."

Is this what merit points are for?

Feng Qian thought for a while and said, "Then... add them all."

System: "Remind the host, the merit point will still be useful, and the host should not spend it all at once."

Is there any other use?

All right.

"Then use a merit point."

"Okay, host."

[Ding Dong ~ 1 merit point will be deducted, Buddha's relationship +1]

After this incident, Feng Qian no longer dared to be disrespectful to Buddha.

The girl sat upright, looked at the little monk who closed her eyes, and slowly closed her eyes.

In this way, around noon, the door of the meditation room was pushed open.

Yue'er walked in.

"Princess, it's time to have lunch."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qian opened his eyes.

After sitting quietly for a long time, my neck became a little stiff.

Feng Qian moved his neck and slowly got up from the futon, his feet were also slightly numb.

Feng Qian raised his hand and rubbed his neck, then looked down at the little monk who was concentrating on meditating on the futon.

She asked, "Does little master not need lunch?"

Listening to the voice, Wang Chen slowly opened his eyes, he didn't move, just replied quietly: "Amitabha, benefactor, I don't need it."

After the words fell, he closed his eyes again.

Feng Qian opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all, and followed Yue'er to the front yard for dinner.

The lunch in the monastery is still very simple.

Rice and a few dishes of vegetarian dishes.

After eating, Feng Qian sneaked to the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, several monks were busy.

The girl poked her head and asked aloud, "Masters, can I come in?"

When the monks in the back kitchen heard the voice, they all looked at the girl at the door.

A few minutes later.

Feng Qian came out of the back kitchen with some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes wrapped in oiled paper.

She was also surprised that there were sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the temple.

Feng Qian carried the oiled paper bag and walked towards the meditation hall.

When I came back here again, the little monk was still sitting on the futon, very quiet.

Feng Qian thought for a while, but didn't make a sound.

She put the oiled paper bag on the ground beside her, and slowly sat cross-legged on the futon.

Feng Qian took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and twirled them in his hands seriously.

Offering incense to soothe the mind in the meditation hall can easily calm people down.

Once you sit down, it's night.

Feng Qian heard the movement around him.

The girl opened her eyes and looked sideways.

The little monk beside him slowly got up, bent slightly towards the Buddha statue, said "Amitabha Buddha", then turned and walked towards the door.

Feng Qian also got up, picked up the oiled paper bag by his side, and followed.

"Little Master, please wait a moment."

Wang Chen in front of him stopped when he heard the voice, and he looked back politely, "Is there something wrong with the benefactor?"

Feng Qian stood still in front of the debris.

The girl raised the oiled paper bag in her hand, "Little Master, this is for you."

Wangchen's eyes fell on the oiled paper bag in the girl's hand.

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, "What is this...?"

"Osmanthus cake."

Feng Qian explained.

Without waiting for the little monk in front of him to answer, the girl stretched out her small hand and took the other's finger, trying to pass the oiled paper bag into the other's hand.

When the girl's warm fingertips touched the slightly cold white fingers of the little monk, a strange electric current seemed to pass through the fingertips.

Wangchen suddenly withdrew his hand in shock, and couldn't help but slowly backed up a few steps.

Muttering in his mouth: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Feng Qian: "..."

Oh, she forgot, the pieces are little monks.

You can't hold hands like this.

"Little master, I'm sorry, I was rude."

Feng Qian thought for a moment, bent down and put the oil-paper bag on the ground.

Then he raised his eyes to look at the little monk who lowered his eyes and lowered his head.