Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“… conversion to Buddha, full respect. Converting to the law, disobedience. Convert to monks, and be honored by all. Convert to Buddha, not to go to hell...”

Before he reached the door, Azhao heard the chanting of the scriptures.

Listening to voices should be a young monk.

The only thing she could hear was the monk's voice.

Like the breeze slowly comes, soft and elegant; like the fall of Kunshan jade, it is very touching.

He didn't know what scripture he was reading, but it was like he was carrying some strange magic. Zhao stayed at the door and listened. He was completely obsessed.

By the time the reaction came, it had gone through a closed door and into the interior.

This house is the same style as the outside yard.

Simple and simple.

Except for a bed, a wooden table, two stools, a blue futon on the ground, nothing more.

At this moment, on a blueprint futon, there is a man sitting on his knees.

It is from his mouth that the magical Book is recited.

Obviously, it's also a monk.

However, he is not an ordinary monk.

If you want to say something unusual, Zhao is probably a particularly beautiful monk.

In fact, she stood behind the monk and did not see his face.

But A Zhaoxin is certain, this must be as clear as a moon, like a breezy monk.

He doesn't seem to have found another person behind him. No, it's supposed to be a ghost.

In such a pious and non-slow manner, the scriptures were read quietly, which slowly opened their eyes and stood up.

“The benefactor listened to the poor monk for a long time, but he was a rare and quiet man. ”

He turned back, opposite Zhaoquan.

Both of them are in one piece.

A Zhao was surprised that when she heard the monk's voice and saw its shadow, she expected him to be a rare and trendy figure in the world.

But when she really saw him turn around and really put it against those gentle, seemingly all-encompassing eyes, she felt that her imagination was still somewhat lacking.

The monks were amazed that this was a woman who stood behind her and listened to the scriptures for a long time.

He held his hands together and proceeded to the courtesy of A Zhaomen: “Amitabha Buddha, poor monk Zhanming, courtesy of the female giver. ”

So his name is Zhan Ming.

It fits him perfectly.

How could he see himself?

A Zhao's heart was amazed, but with his eyes full of wisdom, he felt that he could see that he was normal.

She went back to God and learned his moves and returned a message: "The master is courteous. ”

A Zhao can feel his eyes looking softly at himself.

It's not the way a man looks at a woman.

It's a way out of the family, looking at everything in the world.

He looked at the futon at his feet, and he looked so gentle and tolerant.

Man, bird and animal fish, flower and grass trees, they're no different to him.

“Lady Master, this is the inner courtyard of Buddha Gate, you shouldn't come to avoid collision. ”

Zhao smiled: “I don't think I should come, but Master, take a closer look at me. ”

Smart words, a closer look at her, the eyebrows revealed a hint of amazement.

“If the female courtesan is involved, why come to the impoverished monk's courtyard when she is involved?” Zhanming asked.

As soon as he said that, Zhao knew that he was no longer alive.

She grinned and sighed: “That too, I want to ask the master. ”

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