Yan fan put out the fire and turned to the river to wash his hands.
Shen Wanqing sat there, holding the handkerchief just handed over by Yan fan. She looked down at the handkerchief in her hand. The handkerchief was very clean. She could smell a faint smell of sandalwood, which was the smell of temple incense.
She pursed her lips and walked over. She squatted beside Yan fan, "master, your handkerchief."
Hearing the speech, Yan fan turned his head. He reached out and took the handkerchief with a smile.
Yan fan stood up after washing his hands. Shen Wanqing watched him turn and walk to the pile of remains of pheasants on the ground.
Then, looking at Yan fan's behavior, Shen Wanqing felt a little funny and raised his eyebrows.
The young man in ginger monk's clothes folded his hands, his deep and flirtatious peach eyes closed gently, and his light crimson lips opened gently, as if whispering something.
It looked very solemn and serious.
After a long time, Yan fan opened his eyes, long and thick eyelashes on his eyelids, and the dark blue pupils were calm.
He glanced over his eyes and suddenly looked at Shen Wanqing on one side. Looking at the smile in the girl's eyes, Yan fan calmly hooked the corner of his lips.
He calmly explained what he had just done, "the little monk didn't kill life. The pheasant died naturally. Since it satisfied the appetite of me and the female benefactor, the little monk naturally needs to help it recite Buddha transcendence."
The young man looked calm and indifferent. He didn't seem to feel that his behavior was extremely complex and contradictory.
"The female benefactor should be lost when she comes in. The little monk is about to leave. If the female benefactor doesn't mind, she can leave with the little monk." Yan fan's eyes smiled carelessly. The cinnabar mole in the middle of the eyebrow is very bright, and the peach blossom eyes are particularly enchanting.
Shen Wanqing smelled the speech and said, "then please master."
The path in the forest is very quiet. The trees next to it are tall and green.
Shen Wanqing walked beside Yan fan. She asked Yan fan, "is master a monk in this temple?"
The distance between them is about an adult, like a gap between them.
Yan fan rubbed the Buddha beads on his left wrist with his fingertips. He heard Shen Wanqing's words and looked at her slightly, which was a little funny.
"Don't you look like a monk?"
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing nodded. She looked at Yan fan's green silk. "I haven't seen any master who can practice with long hair."
"Shouldn't monks give up meat?" Shen Wanqing asked Yan fan thoughtfully.
Yan fan seemed to have known that Shen Wanqing would ask like this. He twisted the Buddha beads and carelessly hooked the crimson lips.
"Benefactor, have you ever heard of a word?"
"What?"
"Wine and meat go through the intestines and remain in the heart of the Buddha."
Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows. "So master is the one who keeps the Buddha in his heart?"
Yan fan shook his head gently and his voice was loose, "This is a poem. The world only knows the first half of the sentence, but does not know the second half. Wine and meat wear through the intestines and remain in the heart of the Buddha. If the world learns from me, it is like falling into the devil. To cultivate Buddha and worship Buddha is to cultivate the heart, not the body. A person's heart has thousands of understanding of the Buddha, and I still have a sense of awe for the Buddha, but this will not become my bondage."
"Will master like people?" the girl on her side listened to him, suddenly pursed her lips, turned her head and looked at him calmly.
The girl's words made Yan fan pause a little. Then the young man smiled wildly and looked evil. "Benefactor, are you looking at the little monk?"