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Chapter 61 Peel off this little fairy's painted skin

Chapter 61: Take off the little goblin

"Life is too bitter, yes, but who's life is sweet? Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation from love, and lack of hope. Each of us has his own

It’s just that you don’t see the suffering. So instead of feeling sorry for yourself and suffering from yourself, it’s better to learn to get rid of your worries.”

"Can't you see the hope of persisting? The ancestors said that it is better to die than to live. Living is a very beautiful thing. Since you have come to this world, love, experience, feel and appreciate all the small things.

of joy.”

Ye Wan's voice was as soft as Sanskrit, and she said, "The above is from the old monk's live broadcast on the Ghost Festival in July last year. My attitude since ancient times has been: if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. So..."

Ye Wan smiled and said, "Listen to the old monk, you are right!"

"Hahaha, so cute! Listen to the old monk? I can't help but feel like 'listen to grandpa'. The little sister is so cute!"

"Sister Wan, as a true fan who has followed me all the way, this is the first time I've seen you so well-behaved!"

"Those upstairs, cover their mouths and drag them away. Beat them to death!"

Old monk Xuanmiao also smiled, "Young friend Honghuang is right!"

Fans: "..."

An hour of chanting and an hour of chatting.

The two-hour live broadcast was over in a blink of an eye.

Before the broadcast ended, the old monk Xuanmiao spoke again, "Little friend Honghuang, I have something to say to you."

I'm coming!

The Bodhisattva is about to reveal himself and take off this little goblin!

The anti-fans responded quickly and killed them one by one.

Ye Wan clasped her hands together and said, "Please!"

The old monk looked at Ye Wan with compassionate eyes, "Looking at my little friend's face, it seems that he has experienced great suffering in life. The Buddha said that whether you can live or not depends entirely on the presence or absence of faith and vows; the quality of your life depends entirely on the depth of your name.

I have a lot of wisdom, I think I can understand this sentence, but I won’t explain it too much. I hope I can put it down as soon as possible. Don’t suffer yourself.”

"See you again by fate!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and then exited the live broadcast room.

Ye Wan froze in front of the case.

This is not the first time she has copied scriptures.

When I was young, I had a wild temper. Today I threw an antique, and tomorrow I beat up the dandy from the school next door.

Ye Wan was often scolded by her father.

During the winter and summer vacations, her parents were busy with business and were afraid that leaving her at home would cause more trouble, so they simply sent her to her grandfather's house.

My grandfather, Mr. Ye, is an old-fashioned man. The most common way to teach his children and grandchildren is to take them to the temple to chant and copy scriptures and eat vegetarian meals.

After a month, not only for the sake of the Buddha, but also for the sake of the braised pork, sweet and sour fish, Ye Wan had to say without changing her face, "My granddaughter knows she was wrong."

During those years, I developed a good calligraphy skill by hard work.

Not to mention hairpin small regular script, even Bada Shanren's wild cursive script, Ye Wan can imitate some of the essence.

Grandfather and grandmother passed away one after another. When Ye Wan missed his two elders, he would burn incense and copy scriptures.

The same goes for when you are upset and angry.

After her parents passed away, Ye Wan always wanted to copy a scripture and send it to the temple to express her condolences, but she never took the time to do so.

When the live interactive link was linked to the old monk, Ye Wan thought of it almost immediately.

In that hour just now, Ye Wan wrote seriously and cried several times. She reacted after seeing the phone holder and held it back.

But she didn't expect that the old monk would see it.

After a few words, the armor was shattered with one blow. Ye Wan stared blankly at the Great Compassion Curse on the case, tears falling down.

The next moment, the live broadcast ended abruptly.

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(End of chapter)


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