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- All eyes fell on Fakong.
Wearing a loose gray monk robe, it has been washed a little white, but it is clean and spotless.
The figure is thin, even a little thin, as if blown away by a gust of wind.
The appearance is ordinary, neither ugly nor handsome, and it is difficult to attract attention in the crowd, but with a gray monk robe, it looks simple and easy-going, and looks very comfortable.
Quiet and calm, it is difficult to judge how old he is. Judging from his skin and facial features, he should be around 20, but judging from his temperament, he looks like a person with rich experience.
Xu Miaoru sat on the couch and paid a tithe.
Fakonghe returned the gift: "I have seen the princess."
Xu Miaoru's bright eyes were shining brightly, and she said with a sweet smile: "Master Buddha is coming, I'm sorry to welcome you."
Fakong said: "My princess calls me the Dharma name, I dare not be called a master."
He stood quietly on the spot, looking at the princess Xu Miaoru peacefully, with a calm and calm expression, as if no one else existed.
He neither saluted Prince Xin nor looked at the two eldest sons and concubines.
The letter king Chuxiang lowered his eyes slightly, showing no emotion.
? Chu Yan's gentle smile is like a spring breeze.
Chu Jiong looked at Fakong presumptuously, curled his lips, and shook his head secretly. He is just a useless person who does not know martial arts, so what is he talking about?
The third child is really getting worse and worse.
But seeing the bright eyes of the concubine mother, who was very interested, I must not show disdain.
When he thought of this, he immediately restrained his disdainful expression, looked solemnly, and looked at Fakong seriously.
The two beautiful and dignified young women looked at Fakong curiously, wondering how Fakong could be called an eminent monk.
"Monk Fakong, what is emptiness?"
"Empty is not different from form, form is not different from emptiness."
"What is fate?"
"Jihe, life and death."
"Why is there?"
"Emptiness is existence, attachment is existence."
Xu Miaoru asked twelve questions in one breath.
Fakong answered one by one, fluent and free.
"Monk Fakong, you are young, but the Dharma is so profound."
"The Dharma is boundless, the poor monk has just stepped into the door of the Dharma, and dare not pretend to be profound."
"Monk Fakong, I am reading the Amitabha Sutra"
She then discussed Buddhism with Fakong.
Everyone in King Xin felt drowsy.
From time to time, the two of them popped out professional terms, which made them confused and dizzy.
It can be seen that Xu Miaoru became more and more excited as he talked, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his cheeks were even flushed, and they were dazzled, they didn't dare to interrupt at all, they didn't even dare to interrupt, they could only listen obediently.
Xin Wang Jingjing looked at Xu Miaoru, seeing how happy she was, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her mood was brisk.
Fakong shook his head secretly.
In the short time he came in, he had already seen through everyone's minds.
The two beautiful Huaxin young women were pure-hearted, and they just felt sorry for Xu Miaoru.
They do have true feelings for Xu Miaoru, Xu Miaoru usually takes care of them, helps them suppress and control their husbands, and prevents them from messing around.
Once the princess is gone, they can no longer control their husbands.
Girls from rich and noble families tend to go to two extremes, either they are very scheming, or they are very simple.
People with many prostitutes in the family are often scheming and meticulous.
As the only legitimate daughter in the family, she has no competitive pressure, and is often more innocent than the daughters of ordinary families when she is enshrined as the apple of the eye.
He judged that these two were the latter.
He could also see that Xinwang Chuxiang and his sons didn't believe in Buddhism at all, and they didn't take him seriously as an eminent monk. It was only because of the princess Xu Miaoru that they didn't make trouble and forcibly endured it.
King Xin is really a kind of love, and his heart is all on Xu Miaoru.
The two sons also respect Xu Miaoru.
Xu Miaoru seems to be the top existence of the Xinwang Palace, the lord of the palace.
A quarter of an hour passed.
Two quarters of an hour passed.
Three quarters of an hour passed
An hour passed.
Xu Miaoru was in high spirits.
The skin is as rosy as a baby.
? Although the voice is not loud, it is clear and powerful, with a hint of magnetism in it, which is extremely pleasant to the ear.
? Beautiful eyes are shining like treasures?Do some business! "Chu Yan frowned.
Chu Jiong chuckled: "Brother, people in the world are bustling around for profit, and there is nothing wrong with me doing business."
"A businessman will lose his heart if he pursues profits, so don't go too far." Chu Yan said: "Besides, my father has always disliked you doing this."
"Don't let my father find out." Chu Jiong said with a nonchalant smile, "Brother, you have to hide it for me!"
He looked at Chu Yu and said, "Third brother, don't file a criminal complaint."
Chu Yu smiled and shook his head: "Second brother, don't worry."
"What's the situation with this eminent monk of Fakong?"
"Hmm" Chu Yu hesitated.
"Our brothers, what else can't we say?"
"Fakong really doesn't like to be busy." Chu Yu said: "I'm afraid that if I talk too much, I will annoy him."
"Forget it." Chu Yan interrupted what Chu Jiong wanted to ask, and nodded: "It's inevitable for strange people to do strange things, so let's not talk about it."
"Thank you, big brother, second brother." Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Third son, you have made merit this time." Chu Yan said: "My father is very happy to save my mother and concubine."
Chu Yu smiled wryly.
He is not counting on this.
? Father and son look at each other and hate each other, this started from birth, freezing a foot is not a day's cold, how can it be said that it will change.
He now only hopes that his mother and concubine can live a long life.
"Treat this eminent monk well." After a few words of advice, Chu Yan got up and left. As the eldest son, he had to worry about everything in the house and was very busy.
Unlike Chu Jiong, he only needs to worry about his own business.
? As a young prince, he likes to do business. He secretly opened six shops, and it's a joke to say it.
Chu Yan has said it several times, but Chu Jiong just ignored it, and he, the big brother, shouldn't be too harsh¡ª¡ª
early morning
On the Jinghu Lake in the back garden of Xinwang Mansion.
Guanlan Pavilion
Xu Miaoru was wearing a dark green blouse, which made her skin look like suet and white jade, with a faint gleam.
She bowed her head and played the piano in the pavilion.
The black and bright temple hair was pulled up high, exposing a swan-like neck.
The sound of the piano is congcong, quiet and lofty.
The kiosk is surrounded by veils.
Fine veils flutter gently with the lake breeze.
There are two maids on the side, one is plump and graceful, coquettish and charming, the other is slender and graceful, beautiful and dignified.
Fa Kong and Chu Yu entered the pavilion lightly.
The two maids gave a salute.
Chu Yu waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to speak, and waited quietly.
Farkon closed his eyes.
He made mudras with his hands, his lips moved, and he had already cast the rejuvenation spell.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Feeling strange, Xu Miaoru pressed the strings with jade hands, turned to look at Fakong, and smiled sweetly: "It really is what the monk did!"
Fakong closed his eyes and continued to chant.
Xu Miaoru also closed her eyes, feeling a strange taste. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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