The jade box is transparent and has no impurities. It is made of beautiful jade that is difficult to find in the world.

It’s a pity that there are no patterns on the box, which makes the jade box look a little ordinary.

However, this does conform to the aesthetics of Buddhist practice.

"What is it in it?" Heng Yu asked casually.

Zhiju didn't say anything, but just handed her the jade box forward.

Heng Yu reached out to take it.

The jade box feels great, warm, smooth and comfortable.

When he held the jade box in his hand, Heng Yu felt the fluctuation of her spiritual power in the jade box.

She instantly guessed what was inside.

——The ginkgo leaf.

He rubbed the jade box with his thumb, and Heng Yu was not in a hurry to open the jade box at all, and the expression on his face didn't seem to be happy.

Instead, it is exploration, thinking.

She looked up at enlightenment.

He was leaning down slightly to look at her.

The two looked at each other smoothly.

"...Can you solve my doubts? What does the special physique of the innate Buddha bone mean? Why are you called the light of Buddhism?"

Since she met, this Buddhist son will answer all the questions she raised and will indulge her all her hype and jokes.

Sometimes even if he couldn't answer her question, he would be silent.

For the first time, she clearly heard the words of rejection from him.

He said: "Lord, this matter is a secret of Buddhism, and I cannot tell you."

"Then why did you return the ginkgo leaves to me so quickly?"

This ginkgo leaf was just picked up by her hand on the ground and was not expensive.

What really matters is the meaning it symbolizes.

——This symbolizes that he doesn't mind her attacking him.

"Lord Luo will give me a travel note today, and I will give me a jade box for rebirth, but it's just a matter of reciprocity."

Heng Yu held the jade box tightly with his ten fingers.

She felt the cold breath coming from the jade box.

During this period, the two of them tested each other and fought each other.

She asked the Buddhist student to learn to prepare some snacks in the storage ring; she asked the Buddhist student to try to reach the state of "Vajra's eyes are angry, and Bodhisattva Shi lowered his eyebrows"...

I originally thought that she was the one who had the upper hand in this confrontation.

But now it seems that her feet have been understood a lot; she doesn't even know what his identity represents, and what the purpose of responding to the love disaster is so active.

So the people who are at a disadvantage in this process...

It seems that she is right.

"I underestimated the Buddha's son." Heng Yu raised his hand and left his temples, "I accepted your gift, I liked it very much."

She wore a string of small bells on her wrist. As she moved, the tongue bell hit the bell wall and made a crisp sound.

The sound also broke the faint confrontation between the two.

"Amitabha."

I realized that my hands were folded together and calmly recited the Buddha's name.

"I think this return gift will be what the Lord of Luo is most wanted at the moment. Did I guess wrong?"

"I guess right, but this return gift came too quickly, so fast that I felt that things did not develop at the pace I expected."

Qingwuqing pursed the corners of his lips, and a small smile streaked across his face.

This smile diluted the coldness on his body. Against the backdrop of the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, he seemed to be a little more vivid than before.

"Can Lord Luo always make every decision?"

Heng Yu: "I used to think I could."

The Time and Space Administration has hundreds of millions of time and space. As a senior executive of the Time and Space Administration, in addition to dealing with R&D systems, she also has to face various suspicions and constantly confront countless forces.

Heng Yu felt that she could barely have the capital to be proud.

Soon, Heng Yu smiled and added: "Now that he broke his halberd in front of the Buddha's son, he knew that he could not expect everything."

Especially for things like love, she has no experience.

Hearing her name change from "Senior Brother Zhiwu" to "Buddhist Son", Zhiwu sighed lightly.

He seemed to want to explain something, but after all...

Still silent.

"Let's go dry the scriptures. The little monk Lennian has been glaring at me for a long time."

Heng Yu stretched, stood up from the ground, and walked around Yu Wu and directly towards Nian.

Le Nian quietly glared at the witch where his senior brother could not see it.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Heng Yu slapped him on the back of the head, with no heavy force. "I am really innocent in this matter, and I feel like I was put on by your senior brother."

Just now, Heng Yu and Liwu spoke softly, and Le Nian stood here and tiptoed and leaned his head, but he couldn't hear what the two were talking about.

Now that he heard Heng Yu's words, Le Nian suddenly felt enlightened: "You were made by my senior brother?"

"...Little monk, can your gloom not be so obvious?"

Lennian tried hard to suppress the corners of his raised lips.

He nodded happily: "Okay, I'll be more restrained."

Heng Yu: "..."

She couldn't help but bent her index finger with her right hand slightly, and knocked hard on Nian's bald head.

Qingwu stood under the ginkgo tree and watched this scene quietly.

A gust of autumn wind passed in the yard, and the corner of his monk's robe was blown gently.

Lewu bent down slightly and pressed the corner of his clothes, walked back to his wing room to carry out the scriptures to dry.

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When drying scriptures, Heng Yu knew how crazy the monks of Wuding Sect were.

Each of them actually carries hundreds of scriptures, and there are too many, making it more troublesome to dry them.

Heng Yu was standing next to him bored and walked over to help him spread his scriptures.

After a while of sunbathing, she couldn't help but get distracted and read the scriptures in the scriptures.

Sanskrit is written on it in a dense manner. When Heng Yu calms down and reads it, she only feels that every word on it seems to have a faint golden light and Zen meaning.

Of course, she had never learned Sanskrit and could not understand the contents of the scriptures at all.

"Do you just read these scriptures on weekdays?"

Qingyu is bent down and carefully sorting out the scriptures and arrange them in an orderly manner.

Hearing Heng Yu's words, he stopped his movements, stood up straight before looking at the scripture in her hand.

After thinking about it, Leju guessed what she was asking: "The scriptures that the disciples of Wuding Sect read were mostly written in Sanskrit, but when preaching outside, in order to facilitate believers to read and understand the meaning of Buddhist scriptures, we all translated them into common languages."

"Why is this?"

Heng Yu changed to several other scriptures to read.

Sure enough, except for one book written in a common language in mainland China, the other four books are written in Sanskrit.

"Sanskrit is a text created by the Buddha. The Buddhist predecessors felt that writing scriptures in Sanskrit would be more conducive to disciples' understanding of the Buddhist path."

Heng Yu's eyebrows slightly raised, so that's it.

She continued to look through the contents of the Buddhist scriptures while drying them, and suddenly remembered something: "Will you organize some philosophical short stories about Buddhist theory?"

If there is, it's best. She can use it as a storybook to read and pass the time.

A philosophical...a Buddhist story?

Dawu shook his head: "What type of story does Luozhu refer to?"

There is no such a small story in this world?

Heng Yu thought for a while: "Let me give you an example."

Zhiji stopped the movements in his hand, and took a focused look and listened carefully to her words.
To be continued...