"Squeak!" The door was gently pushed open, and Liu Shan also walked out. He covered the vermilion door with a faint look, looked at his fiancée under the pretty tree, smiled slightly, and called softly: "Nan Nan, what's wrong?"

Chen Nannan seemed to have never heard of it, and still bit her fingers with her pink lips and frowned. It was not until Liu Shan walked to her side that he realized, turned around and said in a panic: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about the candidate for the best man and bridesmaid."

"No need to choose, it's already booked." Liu Shan smiled, lit a cigarette, frowned and took a few sips, and explained softly: "Yesterday afternoon, Haibo called and they wanted to be best men and bridesmaids. You know, Haibo and I have the best relationship in school. Thinking about life at that time, I really feel that it is the simplest in school. Everything is so beautiful. In society, I don't like anything."

Chen Nannan smiled, his expression regained his calmness, and said curiously: "How is Shan Haibo doing in the provincial capital? Are he still the vice president of the company?"

"No, he resigned in the second half of last year. He had not found a satisfied unit yet. He had been resting at home and relied on the elderly's retirement salary to live." Liu Shan sighed, took a few more puffs of cigarettes, vomited thick smoke from his mouth, coughed a few times, then looked at Chen Nannan and smiled: "Nannan, can you please tell Secretary Wang about time and arrange him to Binhai's agency unit? Haibo still has the ability, so it's appropriate to go to the publicity department..."

"Not good, right?" Chen Nannan showed a look of embarrassment on her face, interrupted him, turned around, looked through the window, looked at Wang Siyu, who was smiling, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "Shan, I have thought about it, but I will not be a tutor, so as not to gossip and have a bad impact."

Liu Shan hesitated for a moment, nodded and said softly: "Okay, Nan Nan, you always have weekends. I feel very uncomfortable. It feels very uncomfortable, but it is hard to say it out. I am afraid that you will be suspicious... In fact, I am still very confident in you, but I am a little worried about Secretary Wang. His person is very good, but you are too beautiful. After getting along for a long time, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be moved. Now these officials are, cough cough..."

Chen Nannan pursed her lips, giggled, gave him a blank look, and whispered: "Silly, what can happen? What kind of woman does the secretary of the municipal party committee want without such a big woman? How could he fall in love with me? What's more, the one in Secretary Wang's family is really a rare beauty, very beautiful!"

"Nan Nan, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, always!" Liu Shan smiled, extinguished half of the cigarette, threw it into the wooden trash can next to him, took Chen Nan Nan's arm, and said intimately: "Since you have time, next weekend, if the weather is still so good, let's take the wedding photos. This day is coming, and it's time to prepare."

"There are two months left, why are you anxious?" Chen Nannan smiled sweetly, with a happy expression on her face, but in a moment, she remembered what happened just now, her expression became dim again, and she felt extremely upset. She even regretted coming to the temple to play, causing bad luck for no reason. If the monk did not read it wrong, then...what shouldn't...be it...what should I do?

Seeing her frowning and absent-minded look, Liu Shan felt a little strange and frowned and said, "Nan Nan, what's going on? After coming to the temple, you often get distracted, as if you have something hidden from me."

"No!" Chen Nannan replied subconsciously, sighed again, and said quietly: "Shan, that abbot is so powerful, how can he recognize Secretary Wang from the crowd? It's so amazing and incredible."

Liu Shan sneered and shook his head and said, "I see how he speaks and acts. He doesn't look like a serious monk, but like a liar who pretends to be a god or a ghost."

Chen Nannan was slightly stunned and frowned and said, "Shan, how can I say that? He is so old, he is still a monk."

Liu Shan waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "The current monks are amazing. Some temple hosts are even more popular than entrepreneurs!"

"Okay, don't talk about this in the temple." Chen Nannan was a little unhappy. She stood in the yard for a few more minutes, and then she had no intention of listening to the conversations between Liu Ruma. After a while, a monk in gray came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She also stood up blankly and surrounded everyone.

Wang Siyu took the wolf brush, dipped it ink, and then sank it a little, then wrote on the rice paper: "There is no fixed law in the world, and then he knows that it is not a law in law; the affairs of the world are not even completed, so why not let it go?"

"Okay!" The moment Wang Siyu wrote, Zheng Dajun straightened up and cheered first. Everyone followed suit. Master Yuantong even put his hands together and said kindly: "Secretly, Secretary Wang has wisdom and a good relationship with Buddhism."

When Lu Yuting heard this, she burst into laughter and said, "Since you have a Buddhist connection, please let Master inspire you and leave Secretary Wang behind. At that time, it will be big news. The incense in Minglian Temple will be more prosperous."

Master Yuantong sneered, folded his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, the female donor is joking. Secretary Wang stays in the world of the world and can be compassionate and do great good deeds. That is the Buddha in the present world. Why come to the empty sect to be a monk? Wouldn't he leave the near and seek far away?"

When everyone saw his answer smart, they praised Master Yuantong for his knowledge. Zheng Dajun was even more moved. This old monk was very good at speaking and had no trace of flattery. His flattery skills were perfect, and he was not inferior to himself at all. With such skills, even if he did not become a monk, he could do well in the government office.

After the ink was dried, the monk in gray put away the scroll, wrapped it in yellow silk outside, and solemnly collected it. Master Yuantong took out a handwritten copy of the Diamond Sutra, held it with both hands and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, this Diamond Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra was copied by me by myself. I insisted on writing only one word every day, and it took fourteen years to complete it. I will give the scriptures to the donor. Please accept it with a smile."

"Fourteen years?" Wang Siyu couldn't help but be shocked. He solemnly took the scriptures and said with emotion: "Master Yuantong really has great perseverance. No matter what he does, what can he do to have such lasting endurance, so what will happen?"

Everyone nodded and said yes. When they looked at the old monk again, there was a little respect in their eyes. Everyone greeted me for a while. Seeing that the time was almost over, they sought Wang Siyu's advice and stood up one after another and went to the cafeteria.

After passing through the courtyard, Lu Yuting took a few steps forward and came to Master Yuantong, and asked with a smile: "Master, why are there always so many troubles in life, as if one after another, endlessly."

Master Yuantong nodded and said softly: "Donor Lu, there are too many worries because he is full of sight and pursues too much, and he loses his original direction."

Lu Yuting was stunned for a moment, carefully savored the sentence, and then asked again: "Master, what is the original direction?"

Master Yuantong smiled slightly, looked at her gently, and said implicitly: "Donor Lu, then you have to question your own heart, and others can't answer."

"Is what I think inside really necessary?" Lu Yuting stopped, frowned, thought hard, and showed an infinitely confused expression on her face.

Wang Siyu looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, and turned around and said, "Master, do you need female disciples in the temple? Comrade Xiao Lu is not bad, we are already close to the Tao. If you have a little cleverness, you will be expected to become a monk."

"Amitabha, Secretary Wang is joking!" Amid the laughter of everyone, Lu Yuting also closed her palms and made a face, which caused laughter again. Because it was a weekend, Zheng Dajun was a little tolerant and did not stop her extraordinary behavior.

After entering the cafeteria, gathered around the table, ate a sumptuous vegetarian meal, and had a short rest, Master Yuantong led everyone to the Sutra Pavilion and saw a few precious historical relics. While everyone was gathering together and whispering, Shen Nannan walked to Master Yuantong and said in a whisper: "Master, if you have something to ask, please borrow a step to speak."

Master Yuantong nodded, followed her a few steps away, and said humbly: "Master Shen, please ask me if you have any questions, and I will definitely tell you everything."

Shen Nannan glanced at everyone and said guiltily: "Master, what I want to ask is, if... if there are some problems with the appearance, can it be solved through plastic surgery?"

"Of course not." Master Yuantong smiled faintly, narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Master Shen, even if you have changed your entire face, what you see in your eyes is only what you are."

Shen Nannan felt a little embarrassed, her face turned red, and she said in panic: "What should I do? Master Yuantong, we are about to get married in two months. I really don't want to have something to live."

Master Yuantong frowned slightly, looked at her, and then said in a silence: "Donor Shen, don't resist fate, and don't complain about cause and effect. If you accept it calmly, your worries will be reduced. Let go of it now and be liberated immediately."

"But..." Shen Nannan's face showed an anxious look. For a moment, she didn't know how to express it. After a while, she turned her head and said, "Please point out the clear path."

"Amitabha." Master Yuantong closed his palms and his eyes fell on the beautiful face. Chen Yin said, "Donald Shen, Bodhisattvas are afraid of causes, and sentient beings are afraid of results. It is difficult to avoid the destined things. However, as long as the doors and windows are closed, the wind and sand will not blow in."

"Thank you, Master." Shen Nannan bowed and bowed. She knew in her heart that Master Yuantong had been vaguely circling around and refused to make the words clear. It would be useless to ask any further questions. Then she sighed quietly, turned her pretty face to the side, and looked at the statue of King Mingwang with a horse-headed vajra holding a vajra, stunned, feeling terrible, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Wang Siyu was very interested and walked around the temple for more than ten minutes before shook hands with Master Yuantong and said goodbye. With the crowd, he got into the car, left Minglian Temple, returned to the villa, sat on the sand on the first floor, chatted with everyone for a while, and then returned to the upper floor to rest.

After two afternoon sleeps, Wang Siyu woke up. He felt refreshed and in a good mood. He pushed open the door again, but saw that only Chen Nannan was left downstairs. She stood in front of the window, pinching her pointed jaw with her hands, as if thinking about something. Her beautiful face was full of sorrow, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

Wang Siyu stared for a while, then held the railing and slowly went downstairs, sat on the sand, and asked with a smile: "Teacher Nan Nan, bsp; Chen Nan Nan turned around, smiled slightly, and said a little crampedly: "Secretary Wang, he received the call and was going to the new house again. Because the renovation on the weekend caused the neighbors to be unhappy, the people were reluctant to give in and they all came to the door. He wanted to go over and mediate."

Wang Siyu nodded and smiled and said, "How is it, the wedding preparations are almost done, right? Are there any difficulties?"

"No, thanks Secretary Wang for his concern." Chen Nannan walked to the sand and sat down, touched the corner of his skirt with his hand, gently pulled it down, covering half of his white skin, and put his legs together, and said softly: "Secretary Wang, after a while, you may be busy. You will take wedding photos on the weekends... Otherwise, I'll find a friend to take some time for a while, okay?"

"No need!" Wang Siyu smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said softly: "Actually, if you often watch TV and listen to radio, you should be able to master it quickly. Learning local languages ​​will be much faster as soon as you enter the door."

"That's fine, too." Chen Nannan lowered his head and smiled, and said embarrassedly: "Secretary Wang, there is such a thing. I want to tell you that there is a college classmate in the mountain. He used to have a good relationship, but something went wrong at work. He has been resting at home for half a year."

Wang Siyu nodded and smiled and said, "If he doesn't have high requirements, let's make arrangements. Let me talk to Dajun and let him contact you."

Chen Nannan said 'um', picked up the bag next to her again, opened it, took out the materials from it, and said softly: "Then let's take the last two classes and make the test papers first."

"Okay." Wang Siyu reached out to take the paper, took the signature pen and squinted it on it. From the corner of his eyes, he fell on the slender figure beside him, aiming at his towering chest and delicate legs. Somehow, he remembered the scene where the two hugged each other and hid in the dark corner and rubbed ambiguously. His belly suddenly became hot and he actually jumped a few times below.

"I'm greedy again? You Xiao monk, you are addicted to stealing. This bride cannot steal. How can you be the master of marriage after stealing it?" Wang Siyu sighed, crossed his legs, patiently convinced the other party, and then calmed down and did the paper absent-mindedly.

Chen Nannan next to him held his cheeks and thought to himself secretly: "How is that possible? It must be that the old monk had read it wrong. No matter what, he would not say that sorry Shan was right. That monk is a liar in the world..."

"Can't steal!"

"A liar!"

"You must not steal!"

"It must be a liar!"

"Not stealing, no stealing, right?"

"What should I do if I'm not a liar?"

Inadvertently, their eyes met, and both of them smiled guiltily, then turned their heads and became busy in a pretentious manner.
Chapter completed!