"Donor, don't be disrespectful to the Buddha." The little novice clasped his hands together and reminded the thin lotus leaf aloud.

Bo Lianye thought that I was different from my grandmother. I didn't want to do this. She glanced at the solemn look on the face of the little novice, and she asked, "Could this Buddha be a woman?"

The little novice replied seriously: "Buddha does not distinguish between men and women, he is the embodiment of all the truth, goodness and beauty in this world."

The thin lotus leaf fell into deep thought, "So I may also be the incarnation of Buddha?"

The little novice's cheeks were flushed, and he didn't seem to expect that someone would have such a thick skin. With his good self-cultivation, he could only say a few words dryly: "Be careful, please."

Bo Lianye covered her mouth and smiled: "I'm joking, little master, don't take it to heart, by the way, I still have a question, today I saw a female disciple following Master Ku Rong, can Buddhism also accept female disciples? "

"This..." The little novice scratched his head, "I'm not too sure about the specifics, it's getting late, the donor should rest early." The words fell, turned around and sped away.

Bo Lianye was a little irritable, and when she raised her head, someone stood in front of her, her gray robe was silently showing off in the night wind, and with her emotionless eyebrows, it was like a ghost, especially the pair of dark eyes looked over. At that time, the thin lotus leaf was suddenly startled.

"Song... Mrs. Song."

"Little Leaf, it's so late, I haven't rested yet."

"Can't sleep, come out and breathe." Thin Lianye responded cautiously, for some reason, the person in front of her always gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

Song Qiurui smiled, her cold and hard voice could not pretend to be gentle, only weird: "Young little girls nowadays either like to chase stars or make up and dress up, accompany the elders in the family to attend the puja like you, and they can persevere throughout the whole process. It’s really rare, if only I had such a caring granddaughter.”

The thin lotus leaf smiled and said, "I accompany my grandmother to worship the Buddha since I was a child, and I can be seen and heard, making Madam Song laugh."

"You can't say that. I think you are a child with a lot of buddha destiny, and you will definitely have an extraordinary good fortune in the future."

Bo Lianye couldn't stay any longer, so he found an interface and left in a hurry.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds. Standing in the shadow, Song Qiurui listened to the sound of the wooden fish scriptures not far away, and made a phone call out: "Help me check a person's horoscope."

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The next day, Bo Lianye found that Ding Jing had disappeared, and she did not appear at the ceremony site again. Ding Jing's seat yesterday was occupied by another disciple of Master Ku Rong.

As if this person had never appeared, everything yesterday was just her illusion.

The next two days were like years for Bo Lianye. There was no WIFI in the temple, no mobile phone signal, and she couldn't even connect to the Internet. She wanted to put her wings on and fly back.

After the end of the third day of the puja, Bo Lianye couldn't wait for a moment. Mrs. Bo went to see Master Ku Rong. She made up an excuse for Xi Ran to be unwell and hurriedly took the temple bus from the back door.

The phone was already turned off, and Bo Lianye asked for a bowl of tofu from the restaurant in the town, and took the power bank from the proprietress to charge the phone.

In the past, she would never sit in front of such a simple open-air stall and drink a bowl of ordinary tofu brain, but after three days of fast food in the temple, her taste buds were already numb, and she only wanted food and clothing. Besides, so early, The town was closed except for the breakfast shop.

The proprietress looked at her frequently, and the thin lotus leaf couldn't help touching her face. Could it be that she was hungry and thin? Or is it a flower on the face?

Soon the thin lotus leaf knew why.

After charging the phone a little, it turned on automatically, and then it started to sound frantically.

The rush seems to be urging life. For some reason, Bo Lianye suddenly had a somewhat bad premonition in his heart.

She picked up her phone and entered her fingerprint to decode it. The first thing that caught her eye was the bombardment of more than 100 WeChat messages from Su Wen, accompanied by a dozen missed calls and a few familiar classmates. Information.

Bo Lianye had a premonition that something bad was going on, so she calmly clicked on Su Wen's WeChat chat box. From the beginning to the end, the more she looked, the colder her heart became. .

The last sentence is Su Wen's desperate wailing - Ye Zi, you can't ignore me, I got so embarrassed by venting my anger for you, if you ignore me, I can't guarantee that you will say anything.

There was no response to dozens of messages in a row, Su Wen simply broke the jar and began to threaten the other party.

What makes Bo Lianye angry is not the embarrassment of being skinned, but the betrayal of a good friend.

The thin lotus leaf has been isolated from the world in Xiangguo Temple for the past three days, but she does not know that her reputation has been discredited on the Internet.

She attracted attention on the Internet because of her identity as a Qingmei of Qu Feitai, which attracted the envy and jealousy of countless Qu Feitai fans, but because of her identity, these fans only dared to scold her and dare not dance in front of the master.

When Bo Lianye clicked on Weibo, the phone immediately crashed. It took her ten minutes to log in again. The backstage was already filled with private messages. The countless 99+ showed her terrifying popularity. Foul language that almost overflows the screen.

——You green tea bitch who posted Xiaofei's hype, is it disgusting, does Xiaofei know which green onion you are? People want face, trees want bark, people are shameless and invincible.

——It’s a pity that I thought you were a pretty good young lady at first. Bah, I was wrong. Stay where it’s cool. I still want to fight with Mingjing and make your spring and autumn dream come true. A single strand of hair can't compare.

The top of the thin lotus leaf is smoking, and the eyes are dizzy.

Su Wen hired a group of sailors to hype the identity of Qu Feitai Qingmei on the Internet. She was discovered by a big technical fan of Qu Feitai and put all the evidence out. At first, fans were afraid that the eldest lady would find Qu Feitai Trouble, after all, in the entertainment industry, capital is king, and Xiaofei is just a singer without any background. Later, everyone found out that Xiaofei's background is more awesome than they thought, and this so-called green plum has to be obsessed. Now everyone Don't worry, the Weibo who touched the thin lotus leaf rushed her.

Bo Lianye's Weibo did not reveal her real name, nor was it certified, she only occasionally posted pictures of the scenery, basked in food and books, and created the character of the goddess of literature and art. Spread out in the sun.

She was also picked out that she once liked the blog post of Heimingjing...

This time it can be regarded as poking a hornet's nest.