Su Mo'er didn't follow anymore, she only felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and every step was extremely difficult.

The scene in front of me gradually blurred, and after it gradually distorted, it was a new scene.

But in an instant, the sky changed from day to night, and the road, which was still quite wide, became crowded in an instant.

Su Mo'er felt that her body was at ease again, and she began to look for Ming Yan's figure, but there were really too many people around, almost to the point of crowding.

However, she still found Ming Yan quickly, because her red dress was so eye-catching.

She hurried after her, looking at her, and felt that she seemed to have grown a little older, and her stature had risen a little more.

It seems that the change just now has produced a span of time, but I don't know how many years it has spanned.

Ming Yan was holding a red cloth strip in his hand, and the people around him were also holding red cloth strips in their hands, and their goal was the marriage tree in a temple.

In the distance, Su Mo'er saw a huge canopy of trees emerging from a temple, and the branches of the canopy were covered with strips of red cloth, obviously this marriage tree was very popular.

Mingyan didn't know who had fooled her, so she came here with a red cloth, but she didn't look much interested on her face.

Entering the temple, Ming Yan threw the red cloth strip casually, and the red cloth strip hung high in the highest place, and the surrounding girls made a voice of envy, and an aunt smiled:

"For so long, no one has thrown it so high, and the girl will definitely have an excellent marriage. ”

Ming Yan just smiled and didn't put this sentence on his body.

However, Su Mo'er saw a glowing red rope extending from the branch, wrapping around Ming Yan's hand and extending elsewhere.

Su Mo'er saw it, and Ming Yan naturally saw it too, she looked at the red rope wrapped around her wrist, looked at the big tree and sneered:

"But an old tree that has become a refinement, can it really break the marriage in the world?"

The marriage tree was a little angry, and there was no wind blowing, but the leaves rustled, and Ming Yan smiled contemptuously:

"The temper is quite big, if you dare to be disrespectful to this seat again, you will be scattered for a hundred years of cultivation. ”

Being threatened by Ming Yan like this, the marriage tree didn't dare to make a mistake, Ming Yan raised his eyebrows, snorted and turned around and entered the temple hall.

Su Mo'er was quite helpless, sure enough, whether it was in the past or now, she was so domineering. Su Mo'er touched the old tree, whether it could hear it or not, and apologized softly.

Because of this small delay, Su Mo'er lost Ming Yan, and when she was found again, she was in the temple's Changming Hall.

There are a lot of oil lamps lit in the Changming Palace, which are specially lit by those pilgrims for the deceased relatives at home.

A dozen rows of wooden shelves are neatly arranged, and a small monk in a gray monk's robe is refilling the oil lamp.

Ming Yan stood at the door and kept looking at the little monk, Su Mo'er was a little curious, and also stared at the little monk.

It turned out that he had a red rope on his wrist, and the other end of the rope was also attached to Mingyan's wrist.

Su Mo'er was stunned, and she vaguely remembered that Ming Yan had a lover hundreds of years ago, and she happened to be a monk.

looked at the little monk again, only eleven or twelve years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a pious look on his face.

It was as if what he was doing was not an oil lamp, but a very sacred ritual.

This is the first time Ming Yan and him have met, and Ming Yan may have found him because of this red rope! After all, this is the red line of marriage.

Ming Yan frowned slightly, and there was an unknown look on his face, the other party was a monk, and the red rope on his wrist was connected to him, what was going on?

Xu is Mingyan's gaze was too compelling, and the little monk trembled, and then turned around. Su Mo'er saw it very clearly, and Ming Yan froze.

It is undeniable that the little monk's look back is really amazing, especially under the light of many oil lamps, it looks extraordinarily soft.

Su Mo'er may understand why Ming Yan likes him, even if it's just a glance, as long as he is destined, he can't escape.

The little monk saluted Ming Yan with his hands folded and said softly:

"Amitabha, what's the matter with the female benefactor? Is it to light the lamp?"

Ming Yan came back to his senses from his distraction, a little annoyed that he was confused by beauty, and looked at the little monk's eyes a little vigilant.

The little monk didn't seem to feel Mingyan's emotional changes, thinking that she hadn't heard clearly, so he asked again.

Ming Yan raised his eyebrows, and then replied, saying that he was here to light the lamp. When the little monk heard this, he smiled and went to get a lamp for her.

Ming Yan took the oil lamp, put it on the shelf, and lit the oil lamp with a match. The little monk asked:

"Who is the female benefactor who lights the lamp?"

"For my mother...... My mother. ”

"The female benefactor mourns, the deceased is gone, and the living still have to live well. ”

"Little monk, what's your name?"

"Amitabha, the little monk's master named the little monk Mingran. ”

"Hehe, it's similar to my name, my name is Mingyan. ”

"Amitabha!"

The little monk recited a Buddha name, and then stopped talking, turned around and continued to refill the oil lamp.

Ming Yan pursed her lips dissatisfiedly, snorted and turned to leave, and before leaving, she threw a night pearl into the merit box.

When Su Mo'er saw it, she silently scolded a loser in her heart.

The next day, the Ming Yan Ghost sent the god to the temple again, this time she went directly to the Changming Temple, found the little monk, and said:

"I'll also order a lamp. ”

The little monk was stunned, didn't ask more, went to get a lamp for her, and Ming Yan lit the new oil lamp and placed it next to yesterday's oil lamp.

"Donor, who is lighting the lamp today?"

"Order it for myself, can't you?"

As he spoke, Ming Yan's eyes looked at the little monk, who was a little embarrassed, and folded his hands and said:

"The donor looks ruddy, and his body is fine, so he doesn't have to be like this. ”

"I'm happy, no one will light me after I die, I'll light it for myself first, what's wrong. ”

Ming Yan said it reasonably, but the little monk didn't know how to answer, and a faint red appeared on his face because of embarrassment.

Because his skin is fairer, once he blushes, he looks particularly attractive, which makes Ming Yan want to reach out and try the feel.

And in fact, she really did it, reaching out and pinching the little monk's face. It feels good to the touch, as tender as a little girl's face.

The little monk, whose face was already burned red, took a few steps back again and again, and stammered:

"Donor, what are you...... Please... Please respect yourself!"

The little monk's reaction amused Ming Yan, and in Su Mo'er's opinion, she looked like a female hooligan flirting with a young man from a good family.

The little monk grew up in the temple since he was a child, surrounded by some adult brothers, and no one had ever done such a move to him, let alone a girl.

If Ming Yan had taken another step forward, he would have turned around and fled.

But when Ming Yan saw his embarrassed appearance, she especially wanted to bully, she took a step, the little monk took a few steps back, and then she took another step forward.

In this way, between advancing and retreating, a loud bang was suddenly heard, and a wooden frame was knocked down by the little monk.

The lamps on it all crackled and fell to the ground and went out, and the little monk's face instantly turned pale, and he sat on the ground, his face like ashes.

Ming Yan didn't expect this, looking at the little monk like that, she felt a trace of guilt in her heart, but she didn't know how to comfort him.