Chapter 125 I Grow Old with the Holy Monk (8)
Under Guan Yi's supervision, Sang Tian's writing of prayer scriptures was much more effective than before.
Usually, after Sang Tian finished writing, she would sit in her seat and quietly watch Guan Yi meditating.
It seemed as if Guan Yi was born for the common people of this world, and the burden he shoulders is heavier than that of the emperor.
Everyone was looking at him. In their hearts, Guanyi was the Buddha, the Buddha who could bestow blessings upon them and the god who could save the world from all sufferings.
The sunset slowly sets, just like the blush on a girl's cheeks. It shyly hides behind the mountain, waiting for the rising of tomorrow's twilight.
Sang Tian was so absorbed in watching for a moment that she didn't notice the sky had turned dark.
She was suddenly awakened by the sound of monks beating gongs and drums outside.
Sang Tian's body swayed, the hand that supported her chin trembled, and she staggered suddenly. Just when the teacup on the table was about to be pushed off by her, she reached out and grabbed the rod beside her to stabilize herself.
She subconsciously looked at Guan Yi not far away, and saw that he looked normal and quietly exhaled a breath.
She stared at Guanyi for a while, and then for some unknown reason she stood up and walked towards him.
The breeze rushed in without knowing what the scene was like inside, bringing the scent of sandalwood to Sang Tian's nose.
Sang Tian stood in front of Guan Yi, tracing his eyebrows and eyes.
Replicate it into your heart and imprint it in your mind again and again.
The wind lifted a strand of hair from her forehead and tangled it around her face.
Sang Tian felt her mouth was a little dry, and she swallowed involuntarily but it didn't relieve the dryness.
At this moment, Guan Yi slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of Buddha's light floating in his calm eyes.
As they looked at each other, Sang Tian's heart was in turmoil.
At that moment she seemed to feel something hitting her heart hard, making her breath choke.
She turned around in a hurry, her steps were very messy.
Guan Yi looked at Sang Tian's somewhat embarrassed back, a hint of something flashed across his eyes and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
He turned his head to look at the bamboo leaves falling in the wind outside the window, and his heart, which had never been disturbed, now felt a little confused.
As soon as Sang Tian returned to the bamboo house, she saw two little guys, Hongshan and Guangde, standing at the door watering the flowers and grass in her yard.
Hearing the footsteps, Hongshan rushed over immediately. Sang Tian smiled and hugged him in her arms. Guangde walked over a little embarrassedly.
"For you!"
Guangde handed over the orchid he picked, and the faint fragrance of the orchid drifted into Sang Tian's nose with the breeze.
Sang Tian stood up holding Hongshan, holding his little butt with one hand and reaching out to Guangde with the other hand.
Guangde's face turned red as he looked at the slender, white and tender hand. Although he said that men and women should not touch each other, he still stretched out his hand.
Sang Tian couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth when she looked at the little guy who said one thing and meant another.
She took them both to the kitchen, took out the peach slices she had brought back from the palace, gave each of them a piece, and then put the few remaining ones away.
Originally this was prepared for Guanyi, but the two little guys were so cute that she had to let them have a taste.
The two little guys, who had never tasted such food, widened their eyes instantly when they ate the peach crisps, and smacked their mouths, reluctant to take another bite for fear that it would be gone in one bite.
Seeing their looks, Sang Tian smiled and patted their heads, saying, "Hurry up and finish eating. I'll make it for you next time."
When the little guys heard that they could still eat more, their eyes lit up instantly. Although they said that, they still ate very slowly.