Mr. Lu, madam, became famous in the entertainment industry

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Chapter 61: Peeling off the little goblin's painting

  "Life is too bitter, yes, but whose life is sweet? Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and separation, love and separation, I can't ask for it. Each of us has our own suffering, but you just don't see it. So, instead of feeling sorry for yourself and suffering, it's better to learn to get rid of troubles." "Can't see the hope of persisting? What did our ancestors say

  ? "It's better to die than to live. Living is a very beautiful thing. Now that you are in this world, love, experience, feel, and appreciate all the small joys." Ye Wan's voice was soft like a Sanskrit sound, and her

  words Reposted, "The above is from the live broadcast of the old monk on the Ghost Festival in July last year. My attitude since ancient times has been: if you don't listen to the old monk, you will suffer the consequences. So..." Ye Wan smiled and said, "Listen to the old monk, and you will be fine.

  " That's right!"

  "Hahaha, it's so cute! Listen to the old monk? I can't help but feel a sense of 'listening to grandpa'. The little sister is so cute!" "Sister Wan, as a true

  fan who has followed me all the way, my head I've never seen you so obedient!"

  "The one upstairs, cover your mouth, drag him away, and beat him to death!"

  Old monk Xuanmiao also smiled, "Young friend Honghuang is right!"

  Fans: "..."

  An hour of chanting. , an hour of chatter.

  The two-hour live broadcast was over in a blink of an eye.

  Before the broadcast ended, the old monk Xuanmiao spoke again, "Little friend from the ancient times, I have something to say to you." It's coming, it's

  coming!

  The Bodhisattva is about to reveal himself and take off this little goblin's skin!

  The black fans responded quickly and killed them one by one.

  Ye Wan clasped his hands together, "Please!"

  The old monk looked at Ye Wan with compassion, "Looking at my face, it seems that I have experienced great suffering in life. The Buddha said that whether you will live or not depends entirely on your faith and wishes; your taste. Whether you are high or low depends entirely on the depth of your name. I have a lot of wisdom. I think this sentence can be understood clearly, so I won't explain it too much. I hope I can put it down as soon as possible. Don't suffer yourself." "See you again if we are destined!" The old monk held up his

  hands

  . He put his hands together and nodded slightly, then exited the live broadcast room.

  Ye Wan froze in front of the case.

  This is not the first time she has copied scriptures.

  When I was young, I had a wild temper. Today I dropped an antique, and tomorrow I beat up the dandy from the school next door.

  Ye Wan was often scolded by her father.

  During the winter and summer vacations, her parents were busy with business and were afraid that leaving her at home would cause more trouble, so they simply sent her to her grandfather's house.

  My grandfather, Mr. Ye, is an old-fashioned man. The most common way to teach his children and grandchildren is to take them to the temple to chant and copy scriptures and eat fasting meals.

  After a month, not only for the sake of the Buddha, but also for the sake of the braised pork, sweet and sour fish, Ye Wan had to say without changing her face, "My granddaughter knows she was wrong."

  During those years, I developed a good calligraphy skill by hard work.

  Not to mention hairpin small regular script, even Bada Shanren's wild cursive script, Ye Wan can imitate some of the essence.

  Grandfather and grandmother passed away one after another. When Ye Wan missed his two elders, he would burn incense and copy scriptures.

  The same goes for when you are upset and angry.

  After her parents passed away, Ye Wan always wanted to copy a scripture and send it to the temple to express her condolences, but she never took the time to do so.

  When the live interactive link was linked to the old monk, Ye Wan thought of it almost immediately.

  In that hour just now, Ye Wan wrote seriously and cried several times. She reacted after seeing the mobile phone holder and held it back.

  But she didn't expect that the old monk would see it.

  After a few words, the armor was shattered with one blow. Ye Wan stared blankly at the Great Compassion Curse on the case, tears falling down.

  The next moment, the live broadcast ended abruptly.