Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 305 - 304: The Overbearing Monk Fell in Love with Me

Ye Zhi’s fair and delicate little face wrinkled slightly as she tentatively asked, "Has the abbot of Longhua Temple co to the city to spread the Buddhist Law?"

Ming Yan nodded sowhat embarrassedly, and countered with a tentative question, "Yes, many people have gone to see it. Would you like to go, Miss?"

The abbot of Longhua Temple had co to spread the Buddhist Law, and Master Zhi Chen would accompany him as well.

Ming Yan, who had a one-sided love, had already figured out his whereabouts earlier. During their previous eting, she kept saying she would give up, but now, if she just went to see, without making any moves, that counts as giving him up, right?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred to Ming Yan, making her feel much more balanced and at ease.

Yes, she was simply asking if the Miss wanted to listen to the Buddhist Law, not to bother him. He was just a monk, not worth her entanglent~

A gratified smile appeared on her little face, and her heart felt much more at ease.

Ye Zhi exchanged a glance with Huanhuan~

In their eyes, one word was written: Go.

On her day off, Ye Zhi practiced with the Lingbo Fairy in the morning. It was now noon, with nothing to do after lunch, and in front of her were a pair of star-crossed lovers, so she would certainly follow them to see the spectacle.

Oops, not star-crossed lovers, just a handmaiden with an unrequited love for a monk from Longhua Temple.

This was a plot straight out of a romance book.

A domineering monk falling in love with ??

Just the thought of it was exciting.

Huanhuan probably knew Ming Yan’s situation. Not seeing a play at the Dream Building was fine, now they could watch the real thing.

The two little girls imdiately got out of bed, put on their shoes, and tidied themselves, ready to set off.

Ming Yan didn’t expect the Miss to be so agreeable and hesitantly asked, "Miss, I just happened to hear about it, and ca to ask if you wanted to go. It’s perfectly fine not to go if you don’t want to."

Her voice drifted over softly.

If listened carefully, a hint of nervousness could be detected, afraid that Ye Zhi might decide not to go...

Ye Zhi knew that if she backed out now, Ming Yan’s face would probably fall~

Who was Ming Yan? A woman who would sacrifice herself for love...

Forgetting soone isn’t so easy; love is the rebirth of everything in spring, the breeze in sumr, the leaves returning to their roots in autumn, and the winter snow at dusk.

After tidying up her appearance, Ye Zhi smiled cheerfully and stepped out of her room: "I want to see the Buddhist Law. I have no classes tomorrow, and nothing to do today, so let’s treat it as a distraction."

The three of them, holding a red parasol, headed into the city.

Several tall trees provided shade from the blazing sun.

The sermon was set under the shade of a tree.

The kindly abbot with a shaven head sat in the center, with several monks seated behind him, including Master Zhi Chen. Surrounding them were townspeople who’d brought their own stools, among them wealthy rchants, children with their hair in topknots, and elderly people in their twilight years...

"All beings are inherently void, the true heart has no beginning, and the self-nature is originally pure. Accept everything, both good and bad, to be harmonious, to be in concord..."

The elder’s voice seed to be laden with Buddha’s light, calming those who ca to listen, imrsing them in it.

The three quietly stood in a corner.

Their behavior was suspicious...

Ye Zhi nudged the person beside her: "Ming Yan, Master Zhi Chen is over there."

The bald man’s appearance was gaunt yet dignified, with a cool and sharp deanor, a high nose, sword-shaped brows, and sideburns like knife cuts.

His eyes were closed, hands in a praying posture, sitting there single-mindedly in ditation.

Quite a few young girls were secretly stealing glances at him.

Ming Yan, seeing him, was annoyed by his constant indifference towards her: "There he is, good. May he remain bald forever, cursed to be a monk for life, unable to marry, and choke on his water."