"Thank you for saving my senior brother. My senior brother has been traveling afar and cannot come back, so I will send him a thank-you gift to the master."

Qingqing is quite etiquette when doing serious things.

She grew up by Yaoqin's side, so she naturally learned how to be a lady from a family.

The mustard seed monk smiled and helped Qingqing up, he said:

"The donor Chen Qiu is chivalrous and does good deeds on weekdays and is blessed. Miss Qingqing doesn't need to be polite. In the past, there were few guests in this Zen temple, and it is rare for friends to come today."

He turned around and said to Lang Monk:

"I hate my junior brother and Miss Qingqing, so I will follow me to prepare vegetarian food today, so I can also take it as a lively place.

Mr. Zhang Lan had a few female relatives around him, and he made good snacks.

Miss Qingqing must also like it.”

Lang Seng was originally here to establish a good relationship with Mustard Monk, so naturally he would not refuse.

Qingqing was a little hesitant.

She said to the Mustard Monk:

"I have to go to Luoyueqintai in the afternoon, so I won't have a meal at the master, right?"

"Um?"

The mustard monk who was walking back stopped, and a trace of worry and doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked at Qingqing and said:

"Miss Qingqing, what should I do when I go to Luoyueqintai?"

Qingqing then told her about worshipping her master and her relationship with Luoyue Shangfang.

The Mustard Monk nodded. He thought about it and said with a smile:

"I first arrived in Suzhou and heard that the owner of the Luoyue Qintai played a good piano music. I prefer this, so I thought about spending some days and visiting me.

It just so happened that I was a little bored in the Zen temple these days. Why not do this? After using the vegetarian food and resting for a while, I will send Miss Qingqing to the piano platform, okay?"

"Your junior brother, you can also accompany me to protect the safety of Miss Qingqing."

This statement is reasonable.

Langseng also knew that this mustard monk really likes piano music, and the qin skills of Yaoqin are also very famous throughout Suzhou. If you think about it this way, there is nothing wrong.

Qingqing didn't think there was any problem either.

When she heard the Mustard Monk praise Yaoqin's sister, she felt honored.

The three of them arrived in the hall of the Zen temple. The mustard monk said that they would discuss Buddhist principles with the monk. They went to pick up a few scriptures by themselves, so they hurried back to the wing room and even used light skills to rush on their way.

While the monk's robe was fluttering, his toes flashed over the flowers. Zhang Lan, who was copying scriptures in the Buddhist temple next to him, widened his eyes.

He was banned in this Zen temple for more than three months, but he didn't know that this mustard seed monk who always works slowly has such good light skills.

Looking at the light and Zen look, is it the Buddhist body method of Nirvana Temple, crossing the river with a reed?

"Bang"

The mustard seed monk returned to the meditation room and turned around and closed the door.

He took a deep breath, walked to the wooden box where the scriptures were stored, took out the scriptures and placed them on the table at hand, and treated the scriptures with never being so rough.

There were muscle twitching on the face, which twisted half of the scar-covered face, making it look even more ferocious.

At the deepest part of the box, he took out a very good scroll, which was packed with a bag made of good fabric, which was obviously the beloved thing of the Mustard Monk.

He slowly unfolded the scroll in front of his eyes.

On that scroll, there is a picture of a lady with delicate brushwork and lifelike characters.

The painting is a woman in palace dress sitting by the pavilion by the lake, holding a beauty fan in her hand, adorning her with pearls and tassels.

Of course, the focus is not on how exquisite the picture of this lady is, how elegant the lady looks in the painting. The focus is on the face and eyes of the woman.

It is actually similar to Qingqing.

"A Ruo."

The mustard monk chanted the Buddha's name and reached out to caress the woman on the scroll in front of him, his eyes full of regrets and pain that could not be relieved.

After a while, Mustard Monk put away the scroll and put it back on.

He picked up a few scriptures and the true energy of Nirvana flowed around his eyes for a while, and then wiped away the strange shape of his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and had the gentle smile of the past on his face again. He pushed open the door and walked into the Zen temple again in a slow manner.

He took him back to the pavilion where Qingqing and Langseng were, and then he heard Qingqing ask curiously:

"Master Jizi, Master Henming said that in addition to your profound Buddhist teachings, you are also good at piano music?"

"yes."

The mustard monk smiled at Qingqing. His face was very scary, but the gentleness on the other half of his face made Qingqing feel like spring breeze.

He said:

"When I had not yet entered the Empty Sect, I also liked piano music. When I entered the Empty Sect, I wanted to focus on the Buddha.

But my master taught me that practicing Buddhism does not conflict with hobbies. If playing a piano piece can calm my mind, it will be beneficial to practicing Buddhism, and this hobby will be preserved."

"Senior Brother Jiaozi's piano skills are as superb as his Buddhist teachings."

The monk smiled and said:

"When Qingqing was in Luoyang, she pestered Shi Yin's niece and said she wanted to learn the piano, but Shi Yin was also a half-baked person, so how could she teach her?

However, Qingqing grew up with Yaoqin everyone since she was a child, and she has a lot of knowledge about appreciating qin music.

Why not play the song for Qingqing?”

"OK."

The Mustard Monk smiled and went to get the guqin again. The guqin was named Duyou, which was an ancient object. I don’t know where the Mustard Monk came from.

He sat cross-legged beside the pavilion, without finger condoms, and then plucked the strings.

The palace sound of "Dry Wood Zen" is distant and quiet, quite light and agile, as if it has the rhythm of Zen, and it also secretly matches the withering and prosperity of all things. The monk who listened to the wave nodded repeatedly.

However, Qingqing, who had heard Yaoqin play since she was a child, frowned slightly.

It’s not that Master Mustard Seed’s piano is not good at playing it. Just in terms of techniques, Master Mustard Seed’s piano skills are really extraordinary.

The only shortcoming, or slight flaw.

It is the trace of confusion and indifference conveyed in the sound of this piano that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Qingqing heard from Yaoqin that when playing the piano, the mood should change with the piano music so that the true meaning of the piano music can be played. With the techniques of Master Mustard Seed, it is impossible not to understand this.

However, I don’t know what happened, which made the mustard seed monk calm on the outside, but in fact...
Chapter completed!