"Let's go down here."

Without waiting for the driver to drive the Porsche into the parking lot, Shui Ling suddenly made a sound, starting from the parking lot, the dirt road was paved with bluestone slabs, she was used to walking slowly through the long bluestone road, and then stepping on the stone steps layer by layer, which always made her feel that her soul could be well washed.

And if you don't park the car in the parking lot, drive directly into it, there is no parking space at all, modern people are always so impetuous, even a few steps are not willing to walk, most of them directly ignore the parking lot, and park the car under the steps to enter the temple, so that after worshiping the Buddha, you can drive away directly, so although it is convenient for yourself, but it has a sense of unpiety to the gods and Buddhas. ，

Anyway, today Ji Wuyan and Ah Qi are accompanied by Wang Wei and Shui Ling, as the host, Ji Wuyan feels that he has the obligation to entertain Wang Wei and Shui Ling, so Shui Ling asked to walk into the Golden Dragon Temple, he also agreed, so he asked the driver to drive the car to the side of the dirt road and stopped, they got out of the car and walked, and the driver drove the Porsche into the parking lot.

Along the way, Ah Qi and Ji Wuyan were very conscientious and acted as tour guides for Wang Wei and Shui Ling, Wang Wei seemed quite interested, but Shui Ling had been very quiet, silently walking the road under his feet, counting the number of steps, whether there was any difference from his previous life.

Step ninety-nine, one step short to reach the consummation, there are always a lot of unsatisfactory in life, the heart is blessed, excessive pursuit of the ultimate life, will fall into some kind of obsession like a magic barrier, back then, the host of the Golden Dragon Temple also had such a careful enlightenment of the water spirit, but the water spirit was already a magic barrier at that time. The obsession with wanting to live again is deep, and no one can change it.

After walking the steps, there is a small open field, the temple is not too big, but the scale is not small, there are a few small vendors on the wide ground, selling some incense and candles needed to worship the Buddha, and there are also fortune tellers, sitting in front of the fortune telling booth year after year and day day nap.

fluttering with a purple-black skirt, Shui Ling silently searched for the person in his memory, no surprise. I really found the little girl who set up the stall. So he walked up to the vendor, looked at the old man from his previous life, and asked:

"How much does a plate of incense cost?"

This little girl Shui Ling knows, her name is Ami. He lives in a nearby village. is a left-behind child with a rough fate. She is very beautiful and sings beautifully, but she is a left-behind child with no shelter. And beautiful and cute, is it possible that the sun will be shining in the future?

Anyway, many years later, when Ami became an adult woman, brightly dressed, sitting in the devil's cave smoking with a sophisticated face, her eyes were mixed, and she could no longer find the complexity of innocence, because the circumstances of entering the devil's cave were different, she rarely talked to Shui Ling, and the prostitutes in the devil's cave didn't talk much about each other, but later when Shui Ling was resident in Jinlong Temple, Ami and Shui Ling had a few faces, and chatted with each other about a few bumpy lives, and Shui Ling learned that she often set up stalls in Jinlong Temple when she was a child.

"$60."

Seeing a beautiful woman suddenly patronizing her stall, Ami shrunk her thin shoulders, a touch of fear flashed in her big eyes, she subconsciously reached out and pulled her neck, not wanting to show the bruise on her collarbone in front of the beauty, and her expression was a little apprehensive, for fear that Shui Ling would just ask the price and turn around and leave.

This qiē fell into Shui Ling's eyes, she bowed her head silently, opened the handbag she was carrying, and was about to pay the bill, when a slender hand stretched out from the ground, with four bright red Mao Grandpa in her fingers, only listening to her ears, and saying a wordless smile:

"Don't look for it, give us four plates of fragrance."

"Oh, okay."

There are handsome guys who come out to pay the bills to the beauties, Ami looks even more cramped, she has never seen anything in the world, and it is rare for such a dazzling character to appear in Jinlong Temple, I can't help but want people to look at it twice, and I am afraid that the other party will be angry after seeing too much, so it seems that she is very clumsy.

Shui Ling has been very patient waiting for Ami to wrap the four plates of incense, and then looked at Ami twice, turned around and went to the temple, bought the incense at the stall, and hung it up after writing the wish in the temple, of course, hang a plate of incense, and also need to give some sesame oil money to Jinlong Temple, the price of this money is not equal, one piece is good, 10,000 yuan is good, the monk will not remind the pilgrims of the detailed amount, and it seems that the pilgrims who enter the incense are not generous.

"After a while, enter the temple, don't step on the threshold above."

Following Ji Wuyan, Shui Ling tilted her head and whispered to Wang Wei who was walking beside her, her words made Ah Qi, who was walking beside Ji Wuyan, smile and turn around, and asked unintentionally:

"There are also temples in the capital, is it the threshold that you can't step on the door?"

"Why can't you step on the threshold of the temple?!"

Shui Ling didn't speak, Wang Wei was interested, and asked strangely, she successfully pulled Ah Qi and Ji Wuyan's attention away, and just solved Shui Ling's siege, otherwise Shui Ling really didn't know how to explain to Ah Qi, how did a person who had never been to Nancheng Jinlong Temple know that he couldn't step on the threshold of Jinlong Temple.

"Because the legend of the threshold of the Golden Dragon Temple, is the lips of the gods and Buddhas, you step on the threshold, you will be unlucky, this is just a rumor of the Golden Dragon Temple, I have traveled so many places, I have not seen other temples are the same as the Golden Dragon Temple can not step on the threshold."

Ah Qi, who acted as a tour guide, carried four plates of incense and answered Wang Wei responsibly, at this time, they had already entered the temple, so they no longer discussed the threshold with each other, and only focused on the temple. Facing the gate, is a mottled Buddha, because of the age, the golden body on it has been hung on the top of the temple incense blackened, there is no yellow at all.

Just when Shui Ling stepped forward and knelt down to worship, a little monk came over to take the incense in Ji Wuyan's hand, and led them to the feet of the Big Buddha, where a small table was set up, and there were strips of red cloth on the table, and an old monk wearing glasses was sitting at the table, holding a thin brush in his hand, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What do you want to pray to the Buddha?"

At the same time as the questioning, a little monk came over with a box, the box was made of red lacquered wood, and no one could see what was inside, but through a small crack on the guò, Wang Wei still understood that it was the monks in the temple asking them to ask for money for sesame oil.

"I'll give it." Ji Wuyan walked to the side of the box, took out a bulging leather wallet from the pocket of the inner lining of his jacket, took out a stack of bright red Grandpa Mao from it, and didn't count how many they were, so he stuffed it directly into the small slit on the box, he turned around and said to Wang Wei and Ah Qi: "You go and write your wishes." (To be continued......)