Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Wangchen knew that he shouldn't have such emotions.

He also knows his own identity, he is a disciple of Buddhism, he should have no desires or desires, and the six roots are pure.

At any time, I maintain a Zen mind in my heart, calm as water, without waves or waves.

Maybe it was the marriage lottery that fell by accident, maybe it was the reunion in the meditation hall, maybe it was the girl who gave him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, or maybe it was... an accidental encounter in the hot spring pool that day.

Or maybe even earlier, the girl's face was engraved into his soul, and it could inadvertently set off a storm in his heart.

Seeing the girl in front of him keep approaching, Wang Chen froze, and said slowly: "Amitabha, benefactor, please...respect yourself."

After the words fell, the girl in front of her stopped walking as expected.

The person opposite was silent, Wangchen lowered his eyes, but became more nervous.

A sense of remorse suddenly rose in my heart.

Was what he said just now heavy?

But, it's not heavy.

This is a very normal tone, every monk will say this when encountering this.

But……

Wang Chen pursed his lips, and he secretly raised his eyes to glance at the girl in front of him.

With this look, he accidentally bumped into the other's dark eyes.

Wang Chen froze for a moment.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react, and stared blankly at the other party.

It's not good to look back.

If he bowed his head, it seemed that he deliberately avoided it.

Obviously, he told the girl before that there was no escape.

After much deliberation and hesitation for a long time, Wang Chen gave up the idea of ​​lowering his head and looking back.

It's just... Looking directly at the girl like this, he couldn't help becoming nervous again.

"Hey, you're not really afraid of me, are you?"

Feng Qian saw the dodge in Xiaoshard's eyes.

Is she not showing enough motherly love? Feng lightly pondered.

Wangchen hemmed and hawed for a long time before he said clearly: "Don't be afraid."

Feng Qian stared at the fragments, obviously a little bit in disbelief.

Thinking that after so many days, I still don't know the name of the little fragment, Feng Qian asked, "What's the name of the little master?"

Wangchen paused, and replied: "The name of the law is Wangchen."

Wangchen was sent to Jingyuan Temple since he was a child, and he didn't know if he had a name before he became a monk.

The old monk who raised him didn't mention his past at all.

Of course, he wasn't interested either.

Once you enter Buddhism, you will be separated from the secular world. The identity in the world of mortals does not seem to be that important.

He just forgets the dust.

"Forget the dust..."

The wind lightly read silently.

"Feng Qian. My name."

The girl raised her eyes to look at the young monk opposite, and there was a smile in her dark eyes, with a bit of...uh, the kindness of an old mother.

Wangchen knew that the most recent guest in the temple was from the imperial palace and had a distinguished status.

Before the Buddha, all living beings are equal.

When people of high status come to Jingyuan Temple, the monks in the temple will not make any difference.

He also heard the young monks in the monastery gathering together and whispering, saying that guests complained about the bad food, the bed was too hard, and they would vent their anger on the monks.

These people are pampered and pampered, and the monks in the temple are also tolerant and tolerant, and don't care about anything.

Only young monks would chew their tongues behind their backs.

I dare not be heard by the respected old monks in the temple.

Otherwise, you will be punished for copying Buddhist scriptures.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen couldn't help asking: "Is the benefactor still used to living here?"

Feng Qian didn't expect Little Fragment to ask such a question suddenly, she just answered truthfully: "It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I gradually got used to it."

"Um."

Wangchen replied in a low voice.