After finding the copy agency and queuing up and printing, Fan Yingying took the copy of the household registration to the post office and sent it by courier, it was already afternoon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't sleep well last night and had no appetite when I got up early, I didn't think it was just now, but now I was really hungry after tossing all morning, she found a noodle restaurant, and saw that it looked very clean, so she went in and ordered a beef noodle.

The beef noodles came very quickly, and she ate three or two bites of noodles, feeling comfortable, and the speed of eating noodles slowed down.

She stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the beef grains in the noodles, pulled it twice, and saw a black thing float up, she thought it was beef, clamped it up and brought it to the front, just about to open her mouth, felt that something was wrong, took a closer look, couldn't help but widen her eyes, disgusting enough, the chopsticks were clearly a small cockroach.

Fan Yingying hurriedly called the waiter, which was too unhygienic, and when she thought that she had eaten most of it before, her stomach couldn't help but go up.

When the boss heard the news, he apologized and apologized, but he only agreed to change his face, but he said that he would not return the money.

This worm has just been eaten, how dare Fan Yingying eat his noodles again, seeing that she can't argue, she is angry, throws down her chopsticks and leaves.

Out of the hotel, the sun hanging high in the sky shone hotly on her body, and she suddenly remembered what the old fortune teller said yesterday, and said in her heart, these should all be coincidences, right?

She pulled her phone out of her bag and called her mom.

"Hey, Mom, everything has been mailed, it's your phone number, if the thing arrives, the courier should notify you."

"Okay, I got it."

Fan Yingying looked back at the noodle shop where she had just eaten, and suddenly panicked: "Mom, there's nothing wrong at home, right?" ”

"Are you alright? It's all good, you don't have to worry about us, you have to take care of yourself when you're out there by yourself. ”

Fan Yingying put a little snack, listened to her mother's instructions for a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

She walked back along the street, and before she had gone far, she felt a sticky and wet thing on her face, she was stunned, and reached out to touch it, and there was a white flower, which was actually bird droppings.

She looked up at the sky, the blue sky was cloudless, and there were no birds. She hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe it, and when she looked up, she saw two girls staring at her, and there was a light laugh as she passed by.

Fan Yingying blushed, turned her head angrily and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The two girls stopped and looked back at her: "This is in charge of heaven and earth, and does it care if others laugh or not?" ”

Fan Yingying glared at them: "You are just laughing at me!" ”

One of the girls smiled coldly: "You are so funny, I really haven't seen anyone who has nothing to pick up and laugh at!" You're just hoping that people will laugh at you! ”

After speaking, the two turned their heads and left, ignoring Fan Yingying at all.

Fan Yingying was angry and annoyed, and her eyes were red.

She stood on the bustling sidewalk, looking at the pedestrians passing by from time to time, and an indescribable grievance and fear spread from the soles of her feet upwards.

The old man's four-character assertion that the fortune teller must return is vivid, and she was flustered, standing on the street blankly, only to feel as if she was trapped in a frozen lake, and the biting chill pierced her heart.

"The people of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are outstanding... This is the Monk of Miaojue... Speaking of which, he's still my brother... ”

This sentence suddenly flashed in his mind, and the quiet eyes of Monk Miaojue slowly emerged.

Fan Yingying only felt the empowerment, yes, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the Miaojue monk.

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone, found Han Sicheng's phone number, and called him.

The phone rang for a moment before it was connected, and there was an immediate cacophony inside.

"Hey, Sicheng? I'm Fan Yingying. ”

"Yingying?" Han Sicheng's voice was marked with obvious surprise.

"Are you outside?" Fan Yingying pondered how to talk to Han Sicheng about this matter.

"I'm in the swimming pool, you have something to do with me?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just want to thank you for hosting us last time."

Han Sicheng estimated that he wanted to swim, but Fan Yingying didn't say anything to her mouth, and hung up the phone with a simple polite word.

Holding the mobile phone, she really felt uneasy, thought about it, and went directly to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in the car.

As soon as she entered the temple gate, a sudden feeling of depression came to her face, the feeling of being tightly pressed by an invisible giant hand, which made her stagnate.

What's going on?

She looked up at the Tianwang Hall in front of her, and the Maitreya Bodhisattva sitting on the hall facing the entrance of the hall was obviously some distance away, but she inexplicably had a feeling that she was being watched, and the feeling of her eyes cutting on her body made her heart tremble.

Almost like an escape, she walked down the promenade to the depths of the temple.

When she got to the innermost, she saw that the sign prohibiting entry was still hanging in front of the door of the inner courtyard, and she walked around the sign to go inside, but this time the courtyard was empty and did not see other monks, she stopped, and listened to the faint sound of chanting in the scripture pavilion not far away.

The low and slow tone came like a song of praise, and went straight to the bottom of people's hearts.

Fan Yingying listened to the sound of chanting, only to feel an indescribable sadness in her heart, as if all the saddest things in this life came to her eyes, the sorrow that came one after another, riding the wind and waves, overwhelmed her, she had red eyes, her eyes looked at the open red door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, her feet seemed to be nailed into the ground, and she couldn't move.

"The heart is not the heart, the thing is not the matter, the heart is higher than the matter, the heart is the heart, the thing is the thing, the heart and the object are one, and the heart and the object are one."

A mellow and low voice suddenly sounded in her ears, Fan Yingying only felt a huge force hit her heart hard, she trembled, and suddenly came back to her senses, only then did she realize that the Miaojue monk she saw last time was standing in front of her with kind eyebrows and a smile on his face.

"Don't the female benefactor come unharmed?" Monk Miaojue didn't mention Fan Yingying's previous abnormality, but just greeted her with a smile and a very cordial tone.

Fan Yingying only felt that her face was wet, and she stretched out her hand to wipe it, only to realize that she had burst into tears just now. She hurriedly wiped her face twice with her hand, calmed down, and then nodded to Monk Miaojue.

"You're here to find Han Sicheng, right? He didn't come here today. ”

Fan Yingying looked at Monk Miaojue with some hesitation, she couldn't decide whether she should tell all the things to the monk in front of her.

After hesitating, I felt that my wrist was suddenly cold, and when I looked down, I saw a string of sandalwood Buddha beads on it, and an inexplicable sense of stability arose, and all kinds of palpitations and sorrows in my heart seemed to disappear in an instant.