"Ning'an, go out for me!" Song Shaoyan was so angry. Why did she come here? Who brought her here?

Ning An's appearance disrupted his rhythm. Song Shaoyan's breath was unstable and his eyes were deep.

"Song Shaoyan, look at the pure Buddhist land. If you let an innocent passerby go out in front of the abbot and the Buddha, if you let go, where will you get the temper and the momentum?" Ning An was unreasonable.

"You!" Song Shaoyan was really... suddenly there was nothing to say.

"You are easily angered, how can you let go? Song Shaoyan, don't deceive the abbot, you are not suitable for converting to Buddhism, and the Buddhists don't want disciples like you." Ning An said, "Abbot, such a person does not have enough cultivation to convert to Buddhism, you can consider it again."

After saying that, Ning An bowed to the abbot again, with a very pious and clear eyes.

In contrast, she is more like a Buddhist child.

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he didn't say a word.

He also knew that he was too excited just now and now he failed.

When talking about cultivation and letting go, Ning An actually broke his merits as soon as he appeared.

The abbot's face still had a happy smile, just like a Buddha, looking at the countless sentient beings with tolerance.

The abbot clasped his hands together and replied to Ning'an with a bow. Then he looked at Song Shaoyan: "Donor Song, this female donor is not unreasonable. I think you have not yet converted to Buddhism. Buddhism emphasizes fate. If you have not yet met the fate of Buddha, it is better to think carefully. When you really think clearly, understand what to let go of everything. The four elements are empty, come to me again."

"Abbot." Song Shaoyan frowned.

"Of course, if you have any knots that cannot be dissolved on weekdays, you can come to me at any time. The Buddha has a broad mind and can tolerate things that cannot be tolerated in the world." The abbot's tone was slow and his voice was friendly.

"Song Shaoyan, you can't even face your own appearance calmly, which means that you have something you care about. Since you can't let go of what you care about, don't disturb the abbot and the Buddha." Ning An exposes Song Shaoyan without mercy, almost hitting the nail on the head.

This man is so pretentious.

I came to the Buddha, do you want to complain or purify your original mind?

Such a person is also embarrassed to say that he has let go.

"Master Song, I have a few books you asked me for last time, and you can take them away." The abbot took out a few Buddhist scriptures from the bookshelf.

"Thank you, abbot." Song Shaoyan took over.

"Master Song, your fate with the Buddha has not yet come." The abbot still smiled.

Song Shaoyan naturally understood what it meant and nodded: "I'm disturbing, abbot."

Song Shaoyan left with the book.

Seeing him leaving, Ning An asked the abbot with a smile: "Abbot, did I wake up the dreamer with one sentence?"

The abbot smiled: "Amitabha."

Master Yichan felt that this girl was smarter and more spiritual than the donor Song.

"Amitabha, abbot, say goodbye first."

Ning An also left.

In the temple, Song Shaoyan couldn't settle accounts with Ning An. As soon as he left the temple, he stopped and waited for her to come out on the side of the road.

A few minutes later, Ning An walked to the side of the road with a scarf wrapped around him, narrowing his eyes through the white mist and looking at Song Shaoyan.

Although he couldn't see his appearance, he got angry when he could see his eyes.

Ning An put his hands in the pocket of the coat and raised the corners of his lips.
Chapter completed!