Chapter XXXIX: The Abbot's Words

Hangetsu Temple is not located on the top of the central mountain, but is located about 2,500 steps.

This position is relatively gentle, the most important thing is that the abbot of the Cold Moon Temple once said that everything was abandoned when he set the location, and this sentence is still listed at the gate of the apse of the Cold Moon Temple.

Everything is abandoned, this is the abbot's attitude towards the world, the ascetic life's perception of the world.

Zhang Qi and Qi Weiwei walked side by side towards the Cold Moon Temple, looking at the pattern of the Cold Moon Temple, they frowned and continued to walk, while Qi Weiwei beside him pouted, and his pretty face was a little red.

This girl can be regarded as a dead horse who knows what it means to look at the mountain, and it took nearly twenty minutes to climb to the door of the main hall of the Cold Moon Temple.

"It's finally here!" sighed with embarrassment, Qi turned his head slightly to look at Zhang Qi, who was not red and out of breath, and snorted softly, and said softly.

In her opinion, Zhang Qi must be gritting his teeth and enduring it now, even if that guy's physical fitness is better, but after two hours of climbing, I'm afraid no one will be indifferent.

Of course, if she knew that Zhang Qi had once carried out a mission and walked around the Great Xing'an Mountains for two days and one night, there was a chance that Zhang Qi would be regarded as a monster.

"This temple doesn't look huge." Zhang Qi didn't pay attention to Qi Weiwei's small emotions, looked at the Cold Moon Temple in the distance and asked softly.

Taking off the scarf and holding it in his hand, Zhang Qi looked at the people who came in and out to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and walked behind Qi Weiwei.

"It's not big!" Qi Wei cast a 'hello worldly' gaze at Zhang Qi, and looked at the Cold Moon Temple in the distance with a bit of reverence in his eyes.

"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, and this temple is the same, and the Hanyue Temple has always been very accurate to burn incense and worship the Buddha." Qi Wei saw that Zhang Qi didn't speak, and then added.

As if he was afraid that Zhang Qi would not be sincere, Qi Weiwei also specially cited two examples from his childhood, Zhang Qi listened quietly, and only occasionally smiled and nodded from beginning to end.

At this moment, it is already early ten o'clock, and the number of people who burn incense and worship the Buddha is much less than the earliest wave, and it is not a bustling city, after all, the population of Zhongshan City is not large.

The two of them walked side by side towards the main hall, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw the little monk muttering and sweeping the floor, and a naïve fat face was full of resentment, Qi wanted to tease it slightly, and walked over with a smile.

"Little brother, why are you sweeping the floor here?" The voice was sweet and glutinous, and Zhang Qi's bones were a little crispy when he listened.

The little monk couldn't hold it anymore, he looked at Qi Weiwei dumbfounded with a broom, his big eyes flickered, and his dark eyes turned around Qi Weiwei, but he glanced at Zhang Qi and didn't dare to speak.

"Hey, ignore me." Qi crossed his waist slightly and said with some confusion.

She was still very confident in her charm, but who knew that the little monk in front of her looked at her and hid timidly, not even daring to take another look.

"I might think you're too pretty to talk to you." Zhang Qi said with a grin, smiling at the little monk.

"It's as if your mouth is smeared with honey, no wonder Qin Wu'er will be deceived by you, a man's mouth is the most untrustworthy thing in the world." He said angrily, but Qi Weiwei had a sweet smile in his eyes.

Stripped of the domineering coat, Qi Weiwei gives people a feeling that is indeed very beautiful, the feeling of not eating the fireworks in the world is not simply pure and green, but a kind of elegance and detachment.

Looking at Zhang Qi, Qi Wei didn't look over his head in surprise and glanced at the little monk who was running towards the apse and smiled, and walked towards the gate of the main hall.

There are only six huge rooms in the Hanyue Temple, in addition to the main hall of the tribute apse, there are two side halls where the monks in the temple live, and the other side hall is for guest accommodation, and the smallest is a firewood room.

Qi Weiwei walked straight towards the door of the main hall, looked at the reclining Buddha who had not changed for several years, and then looked at the old monk who was sitting drowsy on the side with a few sticks on the table, bit his lower lip and found a futon and knelt down.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, Qi knelt on the futon slightly, ignoring Zhang Qi who was standing aside, whispering something in his mouth, and then kowtowed three times.

The forehead lightly touched the ground, although it was very light, Zhang Qi could still hear the voice, and couldn't help but pout.

It is not wrong to believe in Buddhism, but to believe too much in those ethereal things and forget your own practice is to abandon your roots and chase away the end.

After nearly three minutes, Qi Weiwei exhaled lightly and stood up, looking at Zhang Qi staring at him, his face was a little red, and he took out two hundred yuan from his pocket.

"Girl, it means, how rich you are." As if he understood Qi Weiwei's movements, Zhang Qi couldn't help but grab Qi Weiwei's wrist and said.

The soft and boneless wrist is very comfortable to the touch, and although it is wrapped in a coat, there is still no feeling of swelling, and it is very comfortable to hold.

"I give so much every time, I have a heart, but after so many years, the house will have water leaks or something, and it always takes money to make up for it." Quietly glanced at the old monk sitting in the distance, Qi Wei leaned on Zhang Qi's ear and said.

The warm gas blew in Zhang Qi's ears and eyes, making this guy feel a feeling of scratching in his heart, plus pulling Qi Weiwei's wrist, the two of them were exactly the same as a couple.

Fade away from prosperity, only gentleness.

Zhang Qi looked at Qi Weiwei, whose eyes were like soft water, and such a sentence suddenly popped up in his heart.

Nodding, Zhang Qi didn't object to Qi Weiwei's money-burning behavior, and he also took out ten yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the merit box, but compared with Qi Weiwei's hundred-yuan bill, it was really not worth mentioning.

After putting the money from the merit box, Qi Weiwei walked to the position of the old monk with a familiar way, and it was only at this time that the old monk who had been closing his eyes opened his eyes lightly and glanced at Qi Weiwei, who was shaking the stick.

"You're both together?" The old monk asked softly to Qi Wei, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Huh?" Stunned, Qi was slightly stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses, and nodded with a quick smile.

"Oh, won't you let him come over and grab a stick? He shouldn't have come to this place. The old monk turned his gaze to Zhang Qi and asked with a smile on his face.

"Shouldn't I come? For what? Tilting his head in surprise, Zhang Qi glanced at Qi Weiwei, then at the old monk, and then asked softly.

"Buddha Gate Pure Land, when a killer like you comes, he will either come to wash away his sins or be punished." The voice was a little low, and the old monk said lightly, but Qi Weiwei and Zhang Qi were stunned at the same time.

"Uncle Shi, Master Abbot warned you this morning that if you say too much, you will lose, and if you say it again, I will go and sue Master Abbot." The little monk didn't know when he threw away the broom and walked in, looked at Zhang Qi timidly, and then said with a scolding face to the old monk.

"Well, ...... well"