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As high as a bean.
In the white gauze tent, a monk and a nun are paired, both dressed in white.
Because the two bald heads were much brighter than the oil lamp, the oil lamp suddenly felt ashamed and simply went out through the door through the night breeze.
"Monk, you should be pitiful."
As soon as this was said, the moon buried in the clouds came out in a wretched way, trying to drill through the gap in the window lattice, intending to witness how the monk left the nun with his own eyes.
The rosary in the monk's hand suddenly stopped, and then rolled at his fingertips like running water. "Amitabha, endless suffering, you go back to shore carefree. You should stop being so determined. "
"Are you going back to shore?" The little nun, known as leisure, leaned forward with a smile, but the distance between the two bald heads was only one punch.
"The sea of suffering is indeed endless, and there is no turning back. Just now, I looked back and saw only a pillow. It's really providence. The so-called three meals sit side by side, and two more pillows sleep. Today is the sixth day of October, and the weather is fine. However, this caution must be broken. "
However, the mirror said with a straight face, "You and I are both practitioners. We are not allowed to kill, talk nonsense, steal or be immoral ..."
You are blowing a breeze through the rosary between your mirror fingers. "Of the six precepts of Buddhism, I have broken the five precepts, leaving lust, caution and unbroken. On this day last year, you agreed to let me break lust, caution and get together. ...
Should be what you need.