The long-bearded monk stopped writing, looked up at them thoughtfully for a few seconds, stroked his long beard, stared at the dark color of his face, and said, "The two donors are afraid that the marriage is bumpy. ”

Fu Lingyuan suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard this, a cold cold appeared in his eyes, the idle smile on his face remained unchanged, and he asked with a little interest: "Oh? How bumpy? ”

Ruan Shu frowned, thinking that he didn't need to deal with this monk - a master who usually gives fortune tellers, isn't his opening remarks like this? First of all, the future of the pilgrim's numerology is not going well, so that people listen to the nervousness, deliberately hang their appetite, and then say the way to crack it, in order to collect money.

But seeing that the long-bearded monk glanced at Fu Lingyuan, then at Ruan Shu, and shook his head with a smile: "The two donors are both people who don't believe in Buddhism, it's just that." ”

After the words fell, he continued to write their names and birthdays on the red silk, and then blew it, and put the red silk aside to dry the ink stains.

Then he opened the drawer of the wooden table, took out two pieces of wood from it, handed them to them, and said, "This is for the two donors, you can write your wishes on it, and I will help you to open the fire in a moment." ”

Originally, it was not her idea to hang red silk, and now what kind of wish wood chips are not her preference. Ruan Shudun was there, and was about to decline his kindness, but Fu Lingyuan took it and bowed his head: "Thank you, master." ”

The long-bearded monk handed over two more pens.

Fu Lingyuan took it, pulled Ruan Shu aside, and gave her a pen and a piece of wood.

Ruan Shu: "......"

"Third brother believes in these things?" She was puzzled.

Fu Lingyuan glanced in the direction of the long-bearded monk intentionally or unintentionally, his lips were raised, and the bull head said to the horse's mouth: "This monk should have a high status in the Reclining Buddha Temple." ”

Ruan Shu was slightly confused.

Fu Lingyuan smiled and explained: "There is a very famous selling point activity in the Reclining Buddha Temple, which is the Goma prayer. He gestured to the wood chip in his hand, "As it is now, pilgrims write their wishes on the wood chips, and then open the consecration fire." The ceremony of consecrating the fire can only be done by the presiding monk or the senior monk of the prison level. ”

Hearing this, Ruan Shu subconsciously glanced at the long-bearded monk, who was still sitting at the wooden table, writing red silk for the other pilgrims. After writing it, he smiled and returned it to the pilgrims, but he did not give people fortunes as he had just done, nor did he give wood chips again.

Indeed, in this way, he will only be regarded as an ordinary monk in the temple. Fu Lingyuan's meaning is actually that the sentence "I will help you open the light and sacrifice the fire" reveals his identity.

"It doesn't matter if Mrs. Fu doesn't believe in these things, she should play with them and accept the master's wishes." Fu Lingyuan raised his lips and said, "Many people come all the way to the Reclining Buddha Temple just to pray for Goma, and the long queue in the morning may not be able to fulfill the wish, but we buy red silk and send wood chips." ”

"According to the third brother, aren't we very lucky?" Ruan Shu pursed his lips and smiled, and swept the wood chips with great interest, "Then play with it, anyway, even such a childish act as hanging red silk has been done." ”

The mouth was too fast, and she finally blurted out the "childish" evaluation that she had just swallowed down her throat.

Sure enough, seeing Fu Lingyuan raise his eyebrows, his dark eyes condensed with a dangerous aura: "Childish? ”

Ruan Shu hurriedly shook the wood chips and pen in his hand, and excused himself to leave his body temporarily: "Everyone writes their own wishes, don't waste time." ”

Fu Lingyuan stood still and did not follow. Ruan Shu stopped beside the trunk of the tree, looked at him from afar and smiled, stared down at the blank space on the wood chip for writing, did not think too much, and quickly put down the pen.

She thought she was already fast, but when she walked back to the wooden table, Fu Lingyuan handed the wood chips to the long-bearded monk before her.

"What did the third brother write? So fast? Ruan Shu was curious.

"Mrs. Fu is also very fast." Fu Lingyuan raised his eyebrows and proposed, "Exchange the wood chips and take a look?" ”

Ruan Shu smiled without saying a word, and handed the wood chip to the long-bearded monk.

The long-bearded monk upside down the two wishes in a delicate lacquerware plate with a flannel cloth in it. Then he also dried the ink-stained red silk for them, and said, "The two donors will go and hang the red silk on the marriage tree first." ”

"Thank you." Ruan Shu took the red silk and slowly went to the marriage tree.

The man who had dropped the red silk in front of her was still there, and the red silk had been hung on the branch, but he had taken it off and threw it again.

Ruan Shu stood aside and saw him throw it twice, and the red silk finally stopped at a high place, and the man finally stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression showed joy.

Apparently having noticed that she was looking at him, the other party turned his face and gave a kind smile, and said before leaving: "Good luck." The higher the red silk is hung, the more effective it is. ”

Ruan Shu raised his head, and sure enough, he saw that on the marriage tree, the higher he went, the less red silk there was.

However, she didn't have to put in the effort.

She's just there to satisfy someone's request and just when the task is done.

So, Ruan Shu touched the branch nearby, found a place between the dense red silk, and was about to tie it.

Behind him, Leng Buding stretched out a pair of hands to snatch away the red silk, and Fu Lingyuan's voice was distempered due to displeasure: "Is Mrs. Fu too casual?" ”

Ruan Shu turned his head to look at him, and saw that his eyes were slightly cold, without the slightest connivance.

"Didn't the third brother say that it was just for fun?" She parted the hair on her sideburns, smiled lightly, and choked him a little, "It's also the third brother himself who said it, it's all nothing." ”

"My focus is obviously to let Mrs. Fu hang up to Yue Lao." Fu Lingyuan sighed, "So much red silk, if you don't hang it high, isn't it intentional to embarrass his old man?" ”

Ruan Shu: "......"

There was annoyance in his tone, and the words he spoke were like a child's immediacy at home.

She blinked, a little skeptical that he hadn't brought out half of his age in the house today.

Seeing that she was silent, Fu Lingyuan also frowned and was silent, pulled her out from under the tree, and walked around the marriage tree for about half a circle before he stopped his steps, and then raised his forehead and signaled to a certain position on the tree: "Let's throw it there." ”

Ruan Shu looked up at the situation, not sure what he was referring to. Lowering his eyes again, he saw Fu Lingyuan learning from others and tying a small stone to one end of the red silk.

Then he shoved the red silk back into her hand, adjusted the way she grabbed it, stared at her, and circled back behind her.

The next moment, his chest pressed against her back, and his hand went around her, taking the hand she held on the red silk.

"Raise your head, raise your chest, and tuck your belly." Shen Ci's voice whispered in her ear.

It's a bit like teaching her to shoot at the shooting range.

He even used his feet to move hers in a standing position like he had done last time.

"Okay, let's try to hang it up once we toss." Fu Lingyuan said lightly.

There are so many people around, almost all of them are couples or couples, but there is no couple who throws red silk like the two of them. The few people who were closer to them probably noticed that Fu Lingyuan's teaching seemed to be quite professional, so they all stopped and watched for the time being.

Ruan Shu suddenly felt a little pressure-the posture in front of this is all the same, if he doesn't hang it up properly, Fu Lingyuan should be embarrassed.

The main lord didn't seem to worry about himself for half a minute, took her hand, and whispered "one", "two" - "three" in her ear, and her arm was also waved out by him.

She got out of her hand in time, and before she could react to anything, she heard the cheers of the bystanders.

"It's so high!"

"It's the highest hanging at the moment~"

"That's amazing!"

“……”

The sunlight was slightly dazzling, and Ruan Shu looked up with her palm above her eyelids, but she couldn't tell which of the so many red silks on the tree she had just thrown up. But she saw that a red silk was conspicuously stuck on a high branch of the tree, far away from the rest of the red silk. It's not the highest point, but it's like a crowd.

"Mrs. Fu grasped the timing of her release very well." Fu Lingyuan finally regained his smile, and there was no hidden joy in his smile.

Ruan Shuke didn't dare to grab the credit at all: "I can fight, I can play with guns, I can cook, I can stay up late, and even the skills of throwing red silk are first-class, what is there that the third brother can't do?" ”

"I am Mrs. Fu's decathlon husband." Fu Lingyuan unceremoniously accepted her praise, and boasted a little arrogantly.

Ruan Shu bent the corners of his mouth.

Fu Lingyuan lazily grabbed her shoulders and led her back to the wooden table.

The long-bearded monk led them into a small courtyard next to the marriage tree, carrying a plate containing the wood chips of their wishes.

I don't know what kind of Buddha is offered in the courtyard, and I didn't see other pilgrims and tourists come in to worship, it is quiet, and the bustle under the marriage tree forms a big difference.

The open space in the center is a patio-like existence, and the Zun Ding is placed. A gentle flame burned inside the ding. Next to it, there is a bell hanging under the porch.

The long-bearded monk stopped in front of the tripod, took out the wood chips of their wishes from the plate and pinched them in his hands, his mouth was vibrating as if he was chanting the scriptures, and after about five minutes, his fingers twisted the wood chips into the ding and roasted them on the fire for a few seconds, and then quickly withdrew his hand and touched the wood chips to his forehead quickly, and finally put the wood chips back on the flannel cloth on the plate.

"Two donors, please come with me again." The long-bearded monk invited.

The two of them walked after him and stepped into the temple.

There was no Buddha in the hall originally, and the four walls were all inlaid with wooden cabinets, and the cabinets were divided into countless drawers, and all the drawers were made up with words. Ruan Shu couldn't read it, but he could vaguely recognize it as Tibetan.

Out of nowhere, the long-bearded monk took out a small wooden box and filled it with two pieces of wood that had just been consecrated for the fire. Immediately, he took out something similar to a sticker and handed it to them: "Please ask the two donors to extract the door of the cabinet where the wood chips are stored." ”

"This is to be ......," Ruan Shuhu doubted.

The long-bearded monk stroked his beard and smiled: "The pieces of wood with wishes written on them are usually stored in this temple to be baptized by the Dharma. After a year, come back and take it out to incinerate. ”

Ruan Shu bowed his head slightly, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Fu Lingyuan.

Fu Lingyuan still had an idle appearance of copying his pocket with one hand, took off his chin and clicked on the sticker: "Mrs. Fu, please." ”

Ruan Shu didn't shirk either, and casually picked a sign from the lottery holder.

The long-bearded monk took the sign and the corresponding number went to open the cabinet door for them.

The door is in a very corner position.

The long-bearded monk put the wooden box containing the pieces of wood into the cabinet, closed the door, locked it, turned around, and offered the key to the cabinet door with both hands: "Please put it away with the two benefactors." ”

Ruan Shu took it and subconsciously asked, "Only one key?" ”

Locked inside are the wishes of two people.

"Yes, only one key." The long-bearded monk's eyes shone with a sense of wisdom, "The key is a token of opening the cabinet door. ”

Ruan Shu stared at the key in his palm and frowned slightly-

She had wanted to ask if two people would need to be present at the same time. But thinking about it, it is not specifically emphasized, most of them are not such requirements.

The most important thing is that this wish wood chip was given by this long-bearded monk, she was just playing, and she didn't want to keep this matter in mind for a year before coming to the incinerator. So I don't care about asking.

Then I heard the long-bearded monk invite again: "Two donors, please come with me, and one last thing, the Goma prayer will be completed." ”

Ruan Shu put away the key, and Fu Lingyuan followed him out of the main hall again, back to Fang Cai's patio.

The long-bearded monk stretched out his arm and pointed: "Please ring the bell with the two benefactors." ”

Ruan Shu walked down the corridor as requested.

The bronze ancient bell exudes an air of history.

When I felt the rope, I realized that the round wooden bell vertebrae were heavier than they looked.

Fu Lingyuan's palm covered the back of her hand, and he shook the bell vertebrae with her, hitting the bell body hard.

As soon as the heavy and loud sound entered the ears, the eardrums buzzed.

But within two seconds, Fu Lingyuan's two palms covered her ears.

Ruan Shu raised his eyes and met his eyes.

It's still as dark as ever, but with a little more depth and quiet.

Ruan Shu stared steadily, feeling as if he had fallen into it again, and his heart seemed to flutter gently with the sound of the bell beyond his broad palm.

Stretching her eyebrows, she smiled, stood on tiptoe slightly, and put her palm over his ear.

Fu Lingyuan's mouth immediately flashed with a thick smile, and in the next moment, he grabbed her face, stepped forward, and grabbed her lips.

The bell is still ringing in the distance.

The two stood in the bright spring light, accompanied by the lingering sound in their ears, and did not let go of each other for a long time.

*

When saying goodbye, facing the long-bearded monk, Ruan Shu was actually a little embarrassed and a little guilty.

It doesn't mean because she and Fu Lingyuan kissed like no one was in front of him.

The reason for the guilt is also similar - Buddhism Pure Land, her and Fu Lingyuan's behavior is somewhat excessive.

Fortunately, he didn't want them to be embarrassed, and the long-bearded monk didn't say anything about it, and his face was impermanent and his beard was kind enough to say goodbye to them.

The unexpected Goma prayer was delayed a lot, and after the two left the small courtyard, they didn't go anywhere else, but still only walked around the Daxiong Treasure Hall for a while, and after about the same time, they returned to the agreed place and joined the Lu family.

However, they didn't see each other for two or three hours, except for Yu Lan, Lu Shaocong and a few others, as if they had been stripped of a layer of skin, and their mental state was not as good as when they were separated in the morning, revealing heavy fatigue and fatigue, and they didn't seem to be able to stand still, and they were all beating their legs and rubbing their knees.

During lunch, Ruan Shu listened to Wang Xueqin's many complaints, and realized that the content of today's meditation was to arrange for everyone to kneel on the futon and string Buddhist beads.

There are a total of 108 pieces, and each string has one to bow down to the ground once.

That adds up to 108 times.

The three daughters were probably because of Yu Lan, so they didn't say a word. Wang Shangshang was different, tossing the whole person as if she was about to die, half coquettish and half noisy: "Auntie, let's cancel the afternoon trip, okay?" ”

"Eat first." Yu Lan was obviously a little angry, although she was noncommittal, her tone was not too good.

Lu Shaocong frowned again and disliked Wang Shangsheng: "I didn't let you come at the beginning, because you had to follow, and when you packed the ticket to the temple, you must obediently abide by the rules and obey your mother's arrangement." What do you want now? Do you want your mother to climb the ladder alone? ”

Wang Xiangshang knew that she was at a loss, and she was deflated, but she still muttered in a low voice: "Where could I have thought that it would be so hard and tired......

While saying that she was still wronged, she took out her mobile phone and swiped the interface twice: "Sufang has iFi anyway, let alone surfing the Internet now, I can't even receive a normal signal." ”

Lu Shaocong himself was actually somewhat affected by meditation, and at this time, when he heard Wang Shangshang like this, he suddenly lost his temper and overturned all the dishes and chopsticks in front of Wang Shangshang: "If you are not happy, go down the mountain and go back by yourself!" ”

Following Yu Lan's power last night, Lu Shaocong's frenzy also shook the scene in an instant.

Wang Shangshang couldn't hold back her grievances at all, and she couldn't hold back her shame: "Get out!" ”

After yelling, he rushed out, just like he had done in the theater the night before.

"Sick!" Lu Shaocong kicked the chair where Wang Xiangshang was originally sitting.

Yu Lan frowned slightly, glanced at Lu Shaocong's slightly gloomy expression, and then glanced at the chair that fell to the ground, and said to Wang Xueqin and the three daughters: "After you finish eating, you can all go back to the accommodation." By the way, I helped to look at some clothes. ”

Wang Xueqin was naturally happy, but she still pretended to be prevaricated: "How can that happen?" Isn't it just you in the afternoon, eldest sister? Shaocong's concern was right. If you don't want to change your itinerary, don't climb the ladder in the afternoon, and it's okay to give Shaocong a lantern tomorrow. ”

Lu Shaocong picked up and also dissuaded: "Mom, Aunt Xue is right. Let's change it to tomorrow. I'll finish my business in the afternoon, and I'll have time with you tomorrow. ”

Yu Lan shook her head very firmly: "No, the time to light the lamp is calculated by the master, and it must be the designated time this afternoon." I'm alone, and I'm not too old to walk. ”

"It's not that meaning, it's just-" Lu Shaocong was stuck, and he didn't seem to know how to persuade him.

Suddenly, he turned his eyes and saw Ruan Shu sitting next to Fu Lingyuan.