That night, Yan Qingrui, who was curious but unwilling to see the abbot, quietly sneaked up to the main courtyard on the mountain.

As a royal temple, Bodhi Temple covers a large area, but it does not lose the purity of the place of monks.

It was already midnight, and the whole mountain was so quiet that only the sound of insects could be heard. The green swallows were like milky swallows, melting into the night without any fear.

Yan Qingrui didn't know where the abbot's Zen Room was, but according to the normal architectural layout, it should be located on the right rear of the main hall.

Of course, when I was about to approach the main hall, I saw a monk cooking wine on the open space on the right.

It's summer now, and wine doesn't need to be cooked, but the aroma of wine is coming, and it's a bit elegant and tempting mellow.

Yan Qingrui was surprised. It was a strange thing for this monk to not sleep in the middle of the night. It was also a strange thing for cooking wine in a hot day. It was also a strange thing for the temple to break the precepts so blatantly.

The aroma of the wine spread so far, he was afraid that others would not know.

Yan Qingrui, who was far away, saw that man in white clothes, thought it was a trapped pilgrimage. When he saw it, he looked like a white monk's robe. Under the night, his bald head could almost illuminate the surroundings. The scars on it were clearly visible. There was no mistake in the real monk.

Monks' robes are usually gray, turquoise and yellow. Monks wearing white monk's robes seem to be rare.

This monk was only in his twenties, with very handsome eyebrows and eyes, as if he were to be a monk. Obviously, if he had not become a monk, he would have been a handsome man in the secular world.

Yan Qingrui was very surprised in her heart, and couldn't help but stop, standing in the dark, wanting to see what the monk wanted to do.

The wine was cooked, and the monk in white poured the glass, raised the glass to the crescent moon, drank it dry, and smashed the mouth, as if he was quite satisfied. He poured the glass again, but this time it was not Jingyue, but towards Yan Qingrui, raising the glass to the direction of Yan Qingrui, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and drank it dry again.

Afterwards, he took a cup from the side, poured another glass of wine, and placed it in the direction of Yan Qingrui.

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes secretly. After she arrived at the top of the mountain temple, although she did not hide her tracks as she did on the mountainside, people could not see her, but the monk's actions were too obvious. He showed her.

And, he was inviting her to drink!

It doesn't make sense to hide it anymore, Yan Qingrui walked out openly.

The monk in white was not surprised at all, pointed to the stone bench on the right and said, "The wine was warm just now, you were here at the right time!"

Yan Qingrui sat generously, picked up the wine glass, and drank the glass of wine.

The wine is really a good wine, sweet and fragrant in the mouth and endless aftertaste.

The monk in white smiled and fell in love with all living beings, and said, "Donor Yan is open-minded, aren't you afraid of the poisoning of me?"

Yan Qingrui looked at him and said, "Don't monks cherish moth gauze and lamps to sweep the floor without hurting the lives of ants? If they poison people, they should go to the eighteen levels of hell after death, right? I believe you are unwilling to bear such serious consequences. Also, you are worth a thousand gold medals, don't you feel embarrassed to claim to be a greedy monk?"

Do you have no vision to bully her? The white monk's garment is made of special material, which is extremely similar to the ice silk silk. It is not dusty, elegant and clean, and is a choice for pretending.

The monk in white laughed and said, "Wine and meat are still passing by, let alone these mere monk robes? No matter how valuable the monk's monk's robes are, they are nothing but external things. The monk is still a monk!"
Chapter completed!