3. Worship Buddha in the mountain temple

Do you have a wish?

If so, what is your wish?

Han Changyu stood by a small stone bridge, looking at the flowing water under the bridge. Han Moyu was resting on the big stone at Han Changyu's feet, but his face still looked so haggard, and even revealed a sense of melancholy. At this time, both of them looked at the rushing river in front of them and did not say a word.

Not far behind them, there was a quiet temple with yellow walls and blue tiles. At the entrance of the temple, a green bamboo forest is planted, and at this moment, the bamboo leaves are rustling in the wind, emitting a faint noise of small fragments. Looking up along the mountain road, in the green hills, is a corner of the palace pavilion in the temple.

At this time, Mrs. Han was surrounded by a large number of entourage, and walked into the temple to worship the Buddha and ask for a signature. The sound of the monk chanting came faintly from the temple.

"Brother, you say, in this world, are there really gods?" Han Moyu broke the silence and suddenly asked.

"Maybe. Who knows. Han Changyu looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, and his expression was a little solemn. The loud bell rang, shaking people's eardrums.

Mo Yu, do you wish there were gods in this world? Isn't it, because what wishes do you have?

Ink language. Do you have a wish?

Han Changyu looked up into the distance. There, a flock of geese chirped loudly, lined up in a herringbone, and flew slowly. He doesn't believe that there are any gods in this world. Therefore, every time his mother came to worship the Buddha, he waited outside the hall, wishing that it would end early. However, this time. But his heart was much quieter than it had been before.

He suddenly thought, maybe, there really is a god in this world? Perhaps, just worship so easily, make a wish, and make a wish? Even if you worship, you won't suffer anything. With that in mind, he walked towards the temple on the hill.

"Brother, where are you going?" Han Moyu turned around and asked, his eyes full of attachment and panic.

Han Changyu looked stunned. If it weren't for knowing that Mo Yu had that mind for him. He would have thought that what was in front of him was just a clingy child, and he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Go in and have a look." Shall we come along?"

Han Moyu shook his head and said, "There are some things, ask for Buddha." You can't ask for it......" The tone was full of indifference.

Han Changyu was stunned. He looked up at Han Moyu. Under such an earth-shattering face. It's a sad look that can't be hidden. A sudden wave of pity welled up in my heart. At this moment, the thin and thin body was staring into the distance in a daze; It seemed that a mist had swelled up, clouding the eyes that had been seductive.

Han Moyu seemed to notice that someone was looking at her from behind, she turned around and smiled, "What's wrong?" The bleak but extremely quiet smile swept away the sickly pale on her face.

Han Changyu stood there, the past flashing in his mind, but they were all cold and ink-language faces; those who laughed wildly, those who opened their eyes with angry eyes, those who pouted their lips with contempt and arrogance, those who scolded the street with their waists crossed harshly, those who gritted their teeth and were beaten but did not say a word, and those who refused to say a word begging for mercy, and those who wept silently with tears streaming down their faces, but glared at them in shame......

The figures condensed into an unruly little tiger with teeth and claws, a stubborn little bull with a temper and twisting away, and a hedgehog shouting majestically and proudly, but how energetic and unyielding he was, and when had he ever seen his peaceful appearance with the world?

That tranquility seems to be innate, like the idle clouds rolling in the wind in the mountains, like the orchids blooming alone in the deep valleys, and more than the lotus flowers that have been washed by dirt and silt but are not clean, for a while, it is like being far away from the hustle and bustle. A faint blue fragrance is emanating from Han Moyu's body, wafting in the air, faint, if there is no ......

Han Moyu turned his head and stopped talking, and the wind gently caressed people's cheeks, soft, as gentle as a mother's hand...... What made him like this? It's heartbreakingly quiet.

Han Changyu took his eyes off Han Moyu, turned around and raised his feet, slowly entered the temple, and stepped into the main hall.

Was it me? Was it my indifference that made him like this?

Han Changyu opened his eyes and looked over, only to see that there were fierce gods and hideous faces sitting in the hall, or bodhisattvas with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, both men and women, all posing in the same shape for ten thousand years. I hope that all the gods can have spirits. Han Chang thought to himself, in an extremely reverent posture, his hands were together, and then his eyes were closed, and he knelt on his knees under the incomparably surprised eyes of the servants.

Mrs. Han seemed to be taken aback, looked at Han Changyu, and a surprised smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This child, but since he was a child, he has never set foot in this temple. Now, not only has he come in, but he is still worshipping with such a pious expression?

Everyone gathered around and gathered behind Han Changyu, revealing all surprised eyes one by one, and their mouths opened one by one. Han Changyu turned a blind eye, his expression was quiet and solemn, and he knelt down to the gods one by one.

If, God knows, I am willing to shorten my yang lifespan in exchange for the health and happiness of Hanmoyu. I only hope that my younger brother Hanmo can forget jì and should forget jì...... From now on, there will be no more worries, and nothing will hinder the pace of freedom...... May God bless this child with a safe life and find the happiness he wants......

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And Han Moyu raised his head stupidly, looking at the vivid statue. She looked at the faces of the gods and seemed to be able to remember something. However, I soon forgot about it again.

Immortals, it's zài's. Han Mo thought. Her thoughts seemed to wander to the far side of the world, where there was a palace, where she had been haunted by her dreams day and night. There, where is the purple-clothed immortal who smiled at the beginning?

Such a person who is suddenly solemn and frivolous, such a person who is trapped by love and hatred, such an unpredictable person, must have been punished now, and fell into the dirty mortal dust. Han Moyu glanced at it and slowly walked out again.

The memory of the man in purple is already very faint. In her heart, she now began to feel grounded, and she no longer had the strong fear she had at the beginning.

Han Changyu opened his eyes and looked up at the idol. He took a deep breath and got up and walked out of the temple. In the courtyard, a little monk is cleaning the yard, and beautiful butterflies are chasing and playing among the flowers. We crossed the path and walked to the stone bridge. And Han Moyu, who stood there in a daze and looked at the fluttering butterflies, suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Changyu with a brilliant smirk, his face was still as pale as snow. (To be continued......)