The river is gurgling and clear to the bottom.
The soil along the river is wet, and the grass and flowers grow very lush and beautiful.
A small campfire was set up by the river. A fat chicken was hung on the campfire by a long branch.
The man who set up the campfire was a young man in ginger monk's clothes. He looked about nineteen. Shen Wanqing was not sure whether the man was a monk in the temple. After all, the monk needed to shave, but the man in front of him didn't shave.
The man was tall and slender and sat lazily on the grass. It seems that his body is very thin, and his monk's clothes are very broad. His skin lined with ginger monk's clothes is becoming more and more white.
The long green hair was pulled up at random, and it was firmly fixed by a wooden hairpin. The broken hair in front of his forehead brushed Qingjun's face, and the profile of his side face was deep, just like a Qingjun good-looking ink landscape painting.
The man supported his cheek with one hand and turned the pheasant fixed on the support with the other hand.
The monk's robe is very big. With the man's action, the monk's robe will fall back, revealing a white wrist with a string of aloes Buddha beads on it.
The white wrist is thin, the skin is very white, and the phalanx is crystal clear, showing a glittering white powder. His fingertips were hooked to the branches. It seemed that the bones of the metacarpal bone were thin and connected to the carpal bone. In every move, the lines are smooth and beautiful.
Looking at the man's footsteps, Shen Wanqing stopped, because the mind of God 748 told her that the man in front of her was her youth.
She didn't move, but that doesn't mean the other party didn't find her.
The young man by the river turned his eyes faintly. His slender eyelashes were thick. Through the fragmented sunshine, the young man narrowed his long eyes slightly, and his plain sight fell on her.
At the moment of seeing the girl, the young man's eyes flickered slightly.
Then, the young man casually raised the corner of his lips, "since the female benefactor saw it, why don't you come over?"
At that moment, Shen Wanqing was stunned in a trance.
What do monks look like?
In the hearts of the world, an eminent monk who has attained Taoism should not ask about world affairs or be stained with fine dust. Even his eyebrows and eyes look like he has no desire and no desire.
Not bothered by the secular world, but a leisurely and plain existence between God and Buddha.
They devote themselves to staying in a temple with quiet incense, facing the Buddha all day, worshipping the Buddha and chanting scriptures.
No matter what happens, no matter how sad it is, they can still have no waves in their heart, no desire and no desire, and be compassionate and compassionate for the common people.
The man in front of Shen Wanqing is very complex. There is no compassion of monks and masters, no desire and no desire, no waves between his eyebrows and eyes.
The man's appearance is very exquisite. There is a very bright red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. His eyes are very deep and a pair of very attractive peach blossom eyes.
He looked at you slightly with his side eyes. The dark blue pupil was dark and deep, with a casual smile.
Those enchanting peach blossom eyes and eyes rose slightly, obviously without makeup, but you feel that the person's eyes and eyes are like putting on bright red eye makeup, just like blooming peach blossoms, which is thrilling.
That kind of beauty is from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye. When it is deep, it is like a brush stained with red vermilion on the paper, and the faint dye at the end of the pen and ink.
That beauty can't be suppressed by the old and serious monk's clothes.
This is an immoral monk who looks like a demon.