Qingchen let out a sigh of relief, and ignored her, turned around and went back to his room.

Yan Qingyi continued to follow behind him, not afraid that he would get angry. Anyway, in Buddhism, as long as she didn\'t do anything too extreme, these monks wouldn\'t be angry with her. Yan Yi couldn\'t do that. Man, she felt that he was carrying his anger on him at any time, and when he offended him, he would show his face to her!

Therefore, she will not be afraid that Qingchen will be angry!

Qingchen slept alone, and the meditation room he rested was in the east courtyard behind the Daxiong Palace. In this courtyard, in addition to him, there were little novice monks and his senior brother!

At this time, there was no one else in the east courtyard, only Qingchen and Yan Qingyi, so it seemed very quiet.

Yan Qingyi didn\'t expect it either. She thought that Qingxin Temple only had the big yard in front of it and the yard where the host was. Unexpectedly, there was another one in the east. If she didn\'t come here, she really didn\'t expect it!

Yan Qingyi entered Qingchen\'s room. His room was neat and tidy. On the bed was a neatly folded quilt. Opposite the bed was a wardrobe. In the middle was a gray square table with a pot of tea and four A teacup, which is neat at best, and shabby at worst!

But for monks, it\'s not about enjoying life, so they don\'t care whether the room is shabby or not.

Qingchen thought she followed her to the door and left, but she didn\'t expect to follow her in, but the other party was a female benefactor.

After walking to the table and sitting down, pouring a cup of tea to drink, his eyes returned to Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingyi stood in the room and looked around, as if everything here was very strange to her. Touching it here and there, it was like a child who found a lot of toys!

Qingchen doesn\'t know why he is, but for the current Yan Qingyi, his heart is actually happy, yes, he is happy, he wants to see Yan Qingyi like this, wants to see her smiling face!

He knew that these emotions couldn\'t appear on him, but he couldn\'t control himself. The more he controlled, the stronger his feelings for her!

"Qingchen, what do you do every day?" Yan Qingyi looked at Qingchen who was sitting on the stool, his eyebrows curved, his eyes sincere and smiling, "Qingchen, are you not bored every day? "

"Recite the scriptures." Qingchen said lightly, "It\'s not boring."

Qingchen was too serious, every time Yan Qingyi asked him a question, he answered with a blank face. But sometimes, she felt that he was not so indifferent, just like now, she saw a touch of tenderness for herself in his eyes.

Yan Qingyi pursed her lips and smiled, walked over to him, moved a stool and sat down beside him.

The word monk has already taken root in Qingchen\'s heart. Since she is a monk, she should understand the intimacy between men and women, and the duties that a monk should have. So he moved the stool as soon as she sat next to him. Sit on the other side!

Yan Qingyi didn\'t take it seriously, just chuckled lightly.

Yan Qingyi rested his chin in his hand, and the smile in his eyes grew even stronger when he looked at his well-mannered appearance.

"Qingchen, how long have you been here?"

"fifteen years."

Fifteen years, this is really a long time. If she lived here for fifteen years, it is estimated that people would have been clamoring to return to the vulgar.