Shen Zhiyao has never suffered a loss in his life.
The only daughter of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River gets wind and rain when she wants.
Until she saw a monk on the streets of Chang'an.
No, it's His Holiness.
That's not right - he is a monk with long hair anyway, and he is too good-looking.
She pointed at the man and asked, "Who is this?"
The maid said: "Venerable Xuannian of Qing'an Temple, who was the emperor's master, couldn't bear to see it. He looked at it like a needle's eye."
Shen Zhiyao touched his heart: "It has grown."
From that day on, she went to the temple every day to block people.
The Lord didn't see any guests, so she sat at the door eating melon seeds.
His Holiness was in retreat, so she waited outside the door with steamed buns.
The Venerable wrote a note to her: "There are differences between monks and laypeople, so don't come again."
She replied: "Your handwriting is good, please write another one."
His Holiness: "…"
Everyone told her: That is a Buddhist saint and you cannot touch him.
She didn't believe it.
There is nothing she can't get that she wants in this life.
Later she believed it.
Because that person couldn't even cross himself, let alone her.
He restrained himself, endured it, and hid for his entire life.
She was persistent, willful, and pursued her all her life.
In the end no one won.
People in Chang'an City said that there once was a girl sitting at the gate of Qing'an Temple for a long time.
Then she stopped coming.
Later, a string of Buddhist beads was missing from the temple, and a sigh was added.
