Chapter 1159: Distance (54)

Hedgehog Love: Distance (Varu Alan)

（54）

I said, "It's a lover, but does the monk still want to marry a wife?"

Before the son could report, her husband said: Did she say, "Old bald donkey, daydreaming!"

She said that she was originally a lover, and a monk could not marry a wife. The son said, closing the door.

How can I think of me as so vulgar? I can't say that kind of word. I have a lot of respect for the monks, and in any case, the starting point of people to benefit all sentient beings is always good, and it is better to eat and fast and recite sutras than to disrespect women, ignore the people's hearts, frame the loyal and good, collude with officials and businessmen, fool the people, and do everything in their shameless power...... Much more environmentally friendly.

I feel like I'm suffering from heat stroke, but no matter how hot it is, I can't stay in the air-conditioned room. Even if you wear a coat in an air-conditioned room, your shoulders are still cold and you will have a dull pain.

I should have gotten up, but I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, my husband's sweaty face was full of eyes, "My son is asleep," he quickly confessed, "I wore a condom." ”

"It's like one of the fat-headed, big-eared monks on the Internet," I said, "and they all look like greasy Peking duck." ”

"If you want to miss me, just say that I will rush back from Wutai Mountain immediately. ”

"It's just that the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the abstinence should be done, otherwise how can it be called cultivation?"

I found out that I really wanted to practice, and when I turned on the computer, I would inadvertently enter the blogs of those practitioners, but when I saw that their practice was "1 million times of the Green Tara's Mantra and 100,000 times of the 21 Tara Praise", my head was too big.

When I have time, I still wash my clothes, sweep the floor of the bedroom and the soil on the terrace, and boil mung bean porridge for my family to cool off. Those things that purify sentient beings should be carried out on the basis of the completion of these small things. When the day comes, no one needs me to do these mundane things, and then I will go and recite the sutras to purify all sentient beings.

Thinking of my little fellow who often goes to Chengdu Wenshu Monastery for Qing Xiu, she hasn't reported her love progress to me for a long time, so it's probably over.

Men don't dare to ask for a high-ranking woman, after all, when a man looks for a woman, he just wants to play hooligan in his bones, how can he develop further if he doesn't give others the opportunity to play hooligan?

I'm also a little worried about her mother, the year before last, 28, this year will be 30 years old, even if there is something wrong in the eyes of the laity, I hope there will be a godsend this year. I believe that fate will not allow her to be reserved.

Probably only humans can put some seemingly beautiful labels on their physiological needs, like my pigeons, which don't have so many rules and regulations. The two pairs of babies at the beginning of the year, the mother pigeon flew away and disappeared, and the father of the pigeon with the green ring raised a pair of his children (we now call it "the green ring"), immediately found a sister, and raised two more pairs, and yesterday their third litter had another one out of the shell.

The father with the red ring has only brought up one baby, he is not so lucky, there is no adult hen to pair with, and he is still single.

Another pair of gray carrier pigeons with black rings hid in makeshift cardboard boxes, and unknowingly raised two pairs of babies.

And the original raindrop couple, this year is obviously not supported, so far only one single child out of the nest. So this year Green Ring has become a hero dad.