Every time I come here, Jiang Xiaorou wants to stay.

How happy it would be if I lived in such a pure land for the rest of my life!

But she will also work hard to create her own Pure Land.

Although Jiang Xiaorou is about to be 27 years old, her enthusiasm for the future is still like a college student who has just left society.

Many girls at this age will lose enthusiasm and ambition for the future.

But Jiang Xiaorou hasn't, she is still full of confidence.

He found the registration place with great vitality. Jiang Xiaorou saw that the volunteers were all older uncles and aunts. They came here just to do good deeds simply.

Jiang Xiaorou was very young inside. When an aunt saw her, she asked her curiously why she came to Buddhism to be a volunteer at such a young age.

"Enjoy a different life, and I like it here very much." Jiang Xiaorou replied with a smile.

"It's really rare. You are so young and still like Buddhism. You are a good girl!" The aunt praised her happily.

Jiang Xiaorou smiled embarrassedly. In fact, she came here just to realize her dream.

But this dream will be difficult to explain for a while, and there is no need for her to express it.

After reporting, Jiang Xiaorou was arranged to have a room, but she found that the others were a few people in one wing room, while she was alone.

"The front wing room is full. Because you were the last to sign up, you have arranged a small single room for you. Is it okay?" asked the staff who was responsible for settling them.

In such a large temple, it is actually better to stay together at night.

Therefore, it is actually a bad arrangement for one person and one single room.

"No problem." Jiang Xiaorou shook her head. Anyway, she was used to living alone.

And the safety factor here is definitely very high, as long as you don’t meet that good colorless master!

After settling down, Jiang Xiaorou went to tidy up her room.

The wing rooms of Beishan Temple are very unique, all in Chinese style. The decorations in the room are also very simple, a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a wooden wardrobe are gone.

Jiang Xiaorou hangs all the clothes she brought and puts on the quilt, but finds that she doesn't need to do anything.

The room was cleaned and it was very clean. The windows were as bright as the windows.

There was even a small white vase on the table with an unknown white flower inside it.

The branches are green and there are several white flowers hanging on them.

This flower embellishes this simple wing room.

Jiang Xiaorou was in a very good mood when she saw it. She went up to study it carefully and felt that it seemed like an orchid.

Just as she was about to check online what kind of flower this was, a little monk walked in with a tray.

Jiang Xiaorou spoke in surprise, "My little master, is it you?"

Isn’t this the little monk who led her way when she was listening to Master Hongyi’s lecture?

The little monk obviously remembered her, put down the things, smiled and said, "Amitabha, female donor, we are meeting again."

"Yes, it's such a coincidence. Master, I don't know what to call you?"

The young monk was a little shy and looked very pretty. He said embarrassedly: "My monk's Dharma name is Yuantong, so just call me Yuantong."

"Yuantong?!" Jiang Xiaorou smiled. Isn't this the express delivery name?
Chapter completed!