Fu'an Temple, is the most famous temple in Rongcheng, located in the easternmost part of Rongcheng Qiling Mountain, where perennial believers continue, incense is prosperous, it is said, or the plaque of the first emperor's own inscription, so it can be seen that it is extraordinary.

This Qiling Mountain is not high, but the road is quite rugged, Ruoshui and the others are a few weak women, straight to climb panting, sweating, looking back and forth, although it is early at this time, there are already many people walking with them, everyone is carrying incense and candles and other items, and they are walking forward without delay.

Waiting for a gazebo, Xiao Qian finally couldn't help but speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a break, I'm too tired." After speaking, regardless of whether everyone agreed or not, he took the lead and walked over and sat down on the stone bench.

If they were indeed a little tired, they did not object, and sat down in turn, although they also came to offer incense, but compared with those true believers, they still did not have the stamina, and they could forget their tiredness.

"Ruoshui girl, I heard that your ancestral home is in Rongcheng, I don't know if you have ever been to this Fu'an Temple before?"

The one who spoke was Yun'er beside Mrs. Qin Xiang, this girl was like Zilan, with a gorgeous posture and a pair of witty and shrewd eyes.

With this question, Ruoshui let his mind fly to ten years ago, and after a while, he smiled at Yun'er and said lightly.

"The statement of Fu'an Temple is far away, and everyone respects it, so naturally I have been there, but it is only once."

But she sighed secretly in her heart, that is, the only time, she met Qin Xiang's second son Qin Mubai, their encounter, so that her small and fragile heart has since added a trace of warmth, at that time, she was also very honest to the gods and Buddhas, and then fell into trouble to Yunzhou, and then to the death of her mother, she was extremely sad, and she felt cold to the gods and Buddhas, and rarely set foot in the temple again.

"Oh~"

Yun'er replied lightly.

"Today's Fu'an Temple is no different from before, that is, the abbot has changed, and the old abbot passed away six years ago."

Ruoshui was slightly stunned, she could still remember the face of the old host, he was a very compassionate and peaceful monk, he liked to be kind and charitable, and he helped countless people in his life, a good person like him should have gone to heaven to ascend to immortal, thinking about it, he couldn't help but look up at the sky, and sighed helplessly.

"He can be regarded as having completed his merits, and finally he no longer has to suffer from this earthly distraction."

"Hehe, the girl is right." Seeing Ruoshui's panicked expression, knowing that she was nostalgic, Yun'er stopped bothering her, and went to enjoy the scenery by herself, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely quiet.

Xiao Qian was lying on the railing in a daze, Ah Ru had always bowed her head and was silent, looking like a piece of wood, only Zilan was paying attention to Ruoshui from beginning to end, her eyes were smiling but deep.

A few people sat quietly until Xiao Qian's loud voice sounded.

"Look, look, what kind of person, this road is so difficult to walk and you still sit in a sedan chair."

A few people looked at the place pointed by Xiao Qian, and there was indeed a luxurious four-person sedan chair that was struggling to walk and staggering towards this side.

Zilan covered her mouth and smiled.

"You, isn't it because the road is difficult to walk, so you have to take a sedan chair?"

The little shallow mouth was full and muttered.

"She's comfortable, how pitiful the four palanquin men are."

"Hehe, people have money and power, but they don't care about this."

"That old lady also has money and power, why is it not like this?"

"This"

Zilan sighed and continued.

"This person is different from each other, otherwise there would be no good or bad in the world."

"Miss Zilan is very right, the old lady Taishi is kind, generous, and approachable, which is really not comparable to ordinary people."

Listening to Yun'er's words, Ruoshui glanced at her meaningfully and said with a smile.

"No wonder Mrs. Qin values Miss Yun'er so much, it is indeed a beautiful blue heart, in just one meal, you can see our old lady's temperament, Ruoshui can't admit it."

This sounds like appreciation, but the hidden irony is also obvious, and Yun'er smiled awkwardly.

"Miss Ruoshui said that she laughed, how can I have that ability, I usually hear my wife mention it."

"Oh~ Madame praised the old lady so much, the old lady must be very happy to know it."

Ruoshui smiled harmlessly, but muttered in her heart, the old lady is a good person, she admits it, but if you want to say that she is kind, generous, and approachable, then I really don't see it, but for a few of them, it is still related to these words.

Yun'er smiled and pursed her lips, and didn't answer again, although she was smiling, but the gloom in her expression was still seen by Ruoshui, and she thought, it seems that this Yun'er is not a ** person.

"Hehe, okay, let's hurry up, otherwise when the sedan chair goes to the front, we really don't know when we will be able to get to the temple."

Looking at the dark wave flowing between the two, Zilan gently hooked the corners of her lips and pointed to the sedan chair that was getting closer and closer.

Also, this road is not spacious, there are stone walls on both sides, if the sedan chair really walks in front, the road will basically be blocked, look at the speed of the four sedan chair drivers, it is really a little too slow.

Ruoshui was the first to stand up and said.

"Okay, let's go." After speaking, he took a step, and Yun'er and Zilan followed.

"Eh, wait for me."

Xiao Qianzheng stared at the sedan chair angrily and expressed that he did not hide it, and when he saw Ruoshui and them leaving, he quickly trotted to follow, and Aru habitually took a step back and walked last, following with his head down.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Fu'an Temple, but fortunately they came early, and there were not many people.

After lighting the incense candles, they knelt side by side on the grass pu, closed their eyes and began to pray.

Xiao Qian quietly opened one eye, and saw that Ruoshui looked a little strange, as if he was laughing, and couldn't help but ask in a curious whisper.

"Sister, what are you praying for?"

The corners of Ruoshui's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't pay attention to her with her expression, Xiao Qian felt bored, so she closed her eyes and stopped asking.

After praying, Xiao Qian was going to draw lots with everyone again, and if Shui really didn't have any interest in this, he said.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you outside." After speaking, he smiled and nodded, and went out.

knew that Ruoshui didn't like these superstitious things very much, so everyone let her go.

Out of the door, Ruoshui looked around boredly, inadvertently caught a glimpse of a tree on the left, was stunned, and couldn't help but walk over.

This tree is called the evergreen tree, it is a more common tree in Cangyue country, because of the lush branches and leaves, evergreen in all seasons and got the name, Ruoshui has always liked this evergreen tree very much, feel that it is vibrant, full of vitality.

I still remember that time, life was in trouble, I had already heard the fame of Fu'an Temple, so I came alone with my mother on my back, but she was very timid and inferior at that time, and did not dare to enter the hall, so she sat under this evergreen tree she loved the most, put her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes and prayed silently, hoping that the Bodhisattva Buddha in the hall could feel it.

"Can you hear such a bodhisattva?"

A childish voice sounded, Ruoshui slowly opened his eyes and raised his eyes, and saw a boy about ten years old in front of him, and when the boy saw her look over, he instantly showed a big smile, and that smile, like the sunshine in this March, shone into the depths of her gray heart.

"Can you hear such a bodhisattva? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? ”

This sentence echoed in her mind repeatedly, as if the scene of the year was reappearing, Ruoshui opened her eyes violently, but she fell into an empty heart, because in front of her, there was no longer the figure of the boy, she was shocked that decades had passed, and the years, so rushed, but could not take away those imprint-like deep memories.