The sky was a jet black color, with a blinding light in the canopy, and torrential rain in the wind. The rain crackled and fell to the ground with a crackling and soon accumulated into small puddles, and the temple trees bent over in the storm.

In such an environment, a few cars stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a group of people were heading towards the temple on the mountain despite the torrential rain. The group climbed the stairs and soon arrived at the entrance of the temple, and the little novice who had been waiting at the door saw it and bent down towards the visitor and folded his hands, "Amitabha, donors, the presiding master is in the outer room of the treasure hall, and he specially asked the disciples to wait for the donor here."

"The little master is polite, our group of people came in the rain to really disturb the presiding master's Qing Xiu" A woman with a black umbrella in her hand and about forty pairs of sideburns walked out of the group, and the reaction of everyone seemed to be the leader of this group, her face was polite, "I also bothered the little master to show my master the way." ”

Sure enough, there was no surprise on Xiao Shami's face when he saw her come out to answer the words, "The donor is polite, please come with me."

There were about two dozen people in the group who went up the mountain in the torrential rain, except for the middle-aged woman who had just spoken to Xiao Shami, all the others were men in suits. It looked like well-trained bodyguards, as it looked like they were all standing around the man in the middle.

Of course, it is unknown whether the man who was escorted by everyone was a man or a woman, and in addition to the strict guards of the crowd, his whole body was shrouded in a heavy black cloak, making it impossible to see his face and judge his age. The group of people in the rain curtain was very mysterious, but it was clear that the master of the temple was not very familiar with it.

Under the guidance of the little novice, except for the middle-aged woman and the people who escorted the people in black cloaks into the main hall, the others remained outside the hall, and they stood facing each other in two rows in an orderly manner, and the expressions on their faces looked very solemn under the rain curtain.

In the hall, the golden Buddha body stands on the face of compassion, and the surrounding Buddha incense is lingering. There were three futons on the ground, plus a monk chanting, and the sound of a wooden fish knocking on the ground. People came in from outside the hall, and the middle-aged woman took the umbrella and stood aside, while the person shrouded in a cloak approached the Buddha and looked at the Buddha with his head up, and then slowly knelt on one of the futons, leaving wet marks on the ground.

The monk recited a sutra, and the man kneeling on the futon closed his eyes and bent down to kowtow in the direction of the Buddha, one, two... For a while, the atmosphere was extremely peaceful, except for a furnace of Buddha incense burning quietly. Then an old voice came from under the black cloak to break the oppressive atmosphere, "Master, you believe in Buddhism, but is there really a Buddha in this world?" ”

The atmosphere was silent for a while, no one answered, the scriptures continued, and the sound of the wooden fish was still the same.

Just when the owner of the vicissitudes of the voice was disappointed, the sound of chanting stopped very quickly for a moment, and the sound of the earth and the air was far away.

"Amitabha! There is a Buddha in the heart, and the Buddha has; There is no Buddha in the heart, there is no Buddha"

The man looked at the monk who was reciting the sutra, and then turned his head to look at the Buddha above, almost instantly, the body kneeling on the futon trembled slightly with an invisible amplitude, and the voice full of endless sadness could be heard in the silent hall, "My Buddha, if you really save zài, please send kindness and let him come back!" The consequences of all the evil consequences will be borne by the believer... "Compassionate Buddha, believer begs you, as long as the child returns safely, I wish to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life and not to kill evil."

The hall was filled with indescribable sadness, and even the middle-aged woman standing next to her had a sad look on her face.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain continued to fall on the potholes in the streets, and the streets were empty for a while, and the billboards rattled in the rain.

Looking at the sky in the morning, I knew that there would be a rainstorm today, Aunt Zhou took advantage of the early sale to quickly clean up the stalls on the street, but when she got home, she found that Su Qinghe, who should have come back early, was not at home, she saw that the sky was dark, and the time had already passed ten o'clock, even if something was delayed on the way, it would not have arrived home by now, and the phone was turned off, and she was very worried.

In the house, I kept looking out of the door, and after going around the place twice, I couldn't stop worrying, and my eyes glanced at Uncle Zhou, who was smoking a cigarette on a low stool, leisurely, spitting white smoke rings. Suddenly the worry in his heart turned to a temper, glared at him fiercely, and pulled out the cigarette gun he was smoking.

"Old woman, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, there was no baby in his hand, and his eyes followed the barrel of the cigarette gun, and an angry face came into his eyes, "Hey, old woman, what are you worried about?" Qing boy is smart and tight, where should I hide from the rain in such a heavy rain, ...

Getting up from the low stool, Uncle Zhou walked outside the door and looked at the rain outside, "It's such a heavy rain, I can see that the kid should be in the temple at this time," took back the baby smoking gun, sat back on the low stool, took two deep breaths, and then spit it out. Glancing at Aunt Zhou, who was anxious, she comforted, "Don't worry, old woman, when the rain is a little lighter, Ruoqing hasn't come back yet, I'll look for it."

Su Qinghe and the fire monk were talking, originally wanted to inquire more about the Tang family, but as soon as the temple bell rang, the fire monk left in a hurry, if he listened to the fire monk's last words, Su Qinghe had to leave the temple.

But when it came to the last step, the opportunity was rare, and how could Su Qinghe be willing to miss it and leave the temple like this. Because Su Qinghe usually has an intention to make friends with the monks in the temple, so now there is no little novice urging him to leave, looking at him just to ask, along the way, Su Qinghe avoided several interrogations by the monks for the sake of urgency.

For a month and a half, Su Qinghe would walk around the temple from time to time when he was delivering food to the monks in the temple, and he had long been familiar with the road of the temple, he thought that if the old lady of the Tang family had not changed her habits for many years, she would come here every eighteen, although the weather was bad today, she would still come, and if she came, she would definitely host the master's reception, so they would only be in the main hall of the temple.

Fortunately, because of the arrival of the big man, the presiding master removed the warrior monks who watched the courtyard on weekdays, and Su Qinghe approached the main hall without much effort, except for the thrill on the road.

But the trouble was that there were two rows of suit-mounted guards standing outside the main hall. Su Qinghe hid behind the column close to the main hall of the temple, the column was so large that two people could hug it completely, so it was difficult for ordinary people to find it when they stood behind him, and Su Qinghe's figure was only an eighteen-year-old boy, which added a hint of concealment to him. Su Qinghe looked at the people outside the hall, and it was obvious that they must have been brought by the people in the hall.

This shows that he has worked hard to plan the person he wants to see for so long is inside, and his heart is agitated for a while, and his eyes are full of fanatical excitement, almost repulsing Su Qinghe's delicate face, and the huge difference between soul and appearance makes people tremble.

Outside the hall, even if it is raining, the bodyguards who keep their backs straight are dedicated and dedicated, their eyes are sharp in all directions, and their movements are neat and well-trained. Fortunately, Su Qinghe was not in their alert range, otherwise the bulge under their black suit would definitely be aimed at his head without hesitation, and then kill him without blinking his eyes, making his head bloom.

Obviously, Su Qinghe was very vigilant and did not run forward impulsively. The column behind him, after Su Qing calmed down his mood, he saw that it was obviously impossible to forcibly enter the main hall from the front, the bodyguards of the Tang family had seen blood, they didn't care if you were from the Tang family or not, as long as they stepped on their demarcated boundaries, Su Qinghe believed that he would be ruthlessly shot by them before he could get closer to the main hall, because they were dead soldiers raised by the Tang family.

Su Qinghe decided to leave here immediately, because... In addition to the outer hall, there is also an inner hall in the main hall, and the inner hall is where the master lives. And that door is there, Su Qinghe hooked the corners of his mouth, thanks to his usual carefulness, he happened to hear the words of the two little novices when he was delivering a meal, and he was slightly interested, so that he would not fall short today. He lightened his steps and left the place neatly.

The path to the backyard became more and more fartish, and the trees on the hill gradually increased. Usually, at this time, no one will come here except for the sweeping monks, and today is a special day, and the weather is so bad, and the people in the temple will not come here. In the storm, Su Qinghe was almost running fast, the falling raindrops blurred the vision in front of him, and his heartbeat was accompanied by the rain.

"Master Qing, why did you come here..."

Suddenly, a voice came from the rain. Su Qinghe's forward steps stood in place for a moment, his body was cold and stiff, Su Qinghe only heard the voice of his throat tightening, "I..."

The figure in front of him slowly became clear, Su Qinghe's pupils constricted, and he was a sweeping monk.

"Master Qing, are you going..." The sweeping monk approached, looked at Su Qinghe, who was drenched, and his eyes were surprised, "Master Qingshi, why don't you bring your voice..."

Su Qinghe looked at his umbrella, his eyes flashed, he turned shy, and his voice was embarrassed, "Little Master Jingyuan, I forgot to take my umbrella when I went up the mountain to deliver food, I wanted to find a place to hide from the rain, but the rain was heavy, so I got lost..."

In the heavy rain, the young man hesitated with anxiety in his expression, and looked at the sweeping monk's umbrella carefully, with embarrassment in his eyes.

The sweeping monk immediately understood, and immediately used an umbrella to cover him with the rain above his head, "In this way, the little monk went to find an umbrella for the Qing donor, and the donor, please come with me." ”

When he heard that the sweeping monk asked him to leave, Su Qinghe finally restrained the words of refusal in his throat, but secretly his hand was tightly clenched into a fist.

The sweeping monk walked a few steps but suddenly stopped, looked at Su Qinghe, and the expression on his face was embarrassed, "Master Qing, I'm afraid I won't be able to find an umbrella for the donor...

Su Qinghe was suddenly overjoyed, but his mouth was disappointed, "That, myself", after speaking, he looked outside the umbrella, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"No, such a heavy rain, how can the little monk let the donor be alone in the rain" As Su Qinghe's line of sight looked, the sweeping monk who understood the meaning immediately refused, and after thinking for a while, he looked at Su Qinghe, who was soaking wet, and then looked at the back in the rain curtain, gritting his teeth, "In this way, I'll take the donor to a place to shelter from the rain!" ”

The sweeping monk really took Su Qinghe to the apse, under the heavy rain, he was inevitably drenched in the rain, and his body was basically wet, and his soaked clothes left water marks on the clean ground, and even the shoes he wore were like stepping on the water, creaking, but fortunately, the rain came so hard that it covered up Su Qinghe's sound.