Jing Yun smiled faintly and turned away.
Hu Xiangyue looked at Jing Yun's retreating figure, suddenly feeling much taller and more resolute.
If Master Jing Yun hadn't become a monk, there would surely be many women who liked him, and her own granddaughter...
Tsk, what was she thinking?
Hu Xiangyue immediately put her hands together and bowed in the direction of the Mahavira Hall: "Buddha, please forgive me, I didn't mean to offend...."
Hu Xiangyue looked at the young girl inside the room, who was diligently copying the scripture, and sighed with emotion: "Ms. Zhu really lives up to her reputation...."
"Following the flow of life and death, entering the great river of love. When the river of love dries up, you shall be liberated." As the pen tip fell, the ink formed words, and Ming Jing furrowed her brows and muttered.
