I walked a few steps inside, outside the door of the ancestral hall, I saw a few broken tiles on the eaves, and the gray-white powder was falling down, waving in front of my eyes, I coughed and fanned with my hands, raised my legs and walked into the high threshold, every woman in this ancestral hall has had the most ups and downs of the red dust, but after all, they chose to bury it with their own hands on the long journey, they live in a world that will never go out again, numb and calm faces, make me feel astringent.

The young nun who was guarding the door handed me three burnt incense sticks, pointed inside, and bowed to me.

I stared at the green smoke rising on the head of the three incense sticks, touched my pocket, took out a hundred-yuan bill, handed it over and said Amitabha, the little nun folded her hands and saluted me, and pushed the money I handed over back, I was a little puzzled, didn't the temple ask for incense money.

She turned and knelt behind the old nun, picked up a scripture and began to read, probably unworldly, and she did not look at me again.

It's as if they've been waiting for me for a long time.

The huge golden bottle Buddha statue is placed in the middle of the top, and many slightly smaller ones extend down on both sides, there are Arhats and Bodhisattvas, this is not my time to the temple, I have been to a few before, but the scale is very small, shouting to the pilgrims to take money, the larger the share, the more sincere, at that time to catch up with the holiday, the temple is crowded with people, even the lime ground outside the ancestral hall is kneeling slowly, staring at the scorching sun to ask for the blessing of the Buddha, the mouth is chanting, some simply cry at the door, tell their own hardships in this half of their lives, People who seek Buddha have about a period of unspeakable bitterness, and their lives are unsatisfactory everywhere, so they will take such a road that they know is superstitious and full of luck.

In front of the small Buddha statues on both sides, four nuns sat on their knees, their eyes closed, methodically tapping the wooden fish under the light of the candle flame, and muttering sutras in low voices.

I held the three sticks of incense high above my head, kneeling on the yellow futon at the feet of the Buddha in the middle, I silently made a long-cherished wish in my heart, and then prostrate on the ground and kowtowed, I bowed ninety-nine times before I stood up from the futon, I took two steps forward, inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense table, and bowed with both hands together, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha three times, I wanted to turn around and leave, but I just stepped across the futon and walked towards the door, and suddenly there was a sound behind me from the donor.

I was a whole person, this is a woman's voice, but not delicate or soft, not high or low, full of energy, I looked back at the person who asked me to stay, she was holding a string of huge Buddha beads in her hand, each bead was huge and round, was playing under her pure fingertips, her eyes stared at me, her eyes were not shocked, there was no trace of sadness and joy on her face, she was an old nun, I saw the corners of her eyes and the fine wrinkles on her forehead, were intertwined, a trace of it came out of the skin, she actually looked very beautiful, It can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young, but I don't know why, she chose to escape into the Buddha's door, she stood there with a straight posture, she didn't speak, I had to turn around and walk back again, I stood at arm's length from her, "You are the temple master of this temple?" ”

She stretched out her hand under her chin and nodded slightly to me, and I immediately gave her the same salute as she said, "Poor Nifa forgets sorrows. ”

I smiled and folded my hands, "My name is Feng Jin." Shi Taifa forgot your sorrows, before entering the Buddha Gate, did you live a very sad life? ”

Her fingertips were still playing with the Buddha beads, there were thousands of them, and the bottom half arc hung down at her feet, and she lowered her eyes and didn't look at me, "Before the monkhood, the poor nun can't remember it for a long time." Wearing monk's robes when entering Buddhism, Hongchen has nothing to do with me. ”

I realized that I had lost my words, and the biggest taboo with the disciples of the real Buddhism was to mention the past before killing and becoming a monk, which was to lure them to return to the world, I immediately bowed to Shitai and apologized, she turned around and walked to the futon, and I also went over and stood face to face with her.

She asked me, "The donor just knocked ninety-nine times." ”

I nodded and said yes, "Buddhism pays attention to the return of ninety-nine to the truth, and originally planned to kowtow eighty-one times, but I think it is not as sincere as ninety-nine, in fact, it is not here, as long as the heart is pious, the Buddha will bless if he does not kowtow." ”

Mrs. Shi suddenly showed a smile, and she said with emotion, "The donor must be a true believer in Buddhism." ”

Actually, it's not counting, I just came in with an attitude of rather believing it than not, not how faithful a believer is, I'm desperate now, I'm worried about my situation, and I want to desperately magnify my own value, so that I can firmly cling to Huo Yanchen, I saw through Lina's matter, Huo Yanchen deliberately let her come over, and it was also to let me understand that now in South China, the Kowloon Society has occupied a place with a very powerful offensive, Ji Rongke's life and death are uncertain far away in Picheng, and the Ji family has no leader, It is difficult to unite against the Kowloon Society, and Huo Yanchen is the only person who can protect me, Lina will always give him this face, and she is not stupid, Uncle Nine has no explanation to be in the team with Huo Yanchen, she will never make her own opinions, she is also leaving a way back for herself, once there is no room for maneuver with Ji Rongke, Huo Yanchen is her last ally, Lina I really didn't guess wrong, she is not a simple woman, all her fragile crying and brutal past since she came to South China is a disguise, disguised her ambition to really not lose a man.

I don't know what to believe now, people are desperate, about will choose to conform to the destiny of heaven, then the Buddha has become the only credible sustenance, and it just so happened that I passed by the door, this came in desperately, Mrs. Shi commented so, I was embarrassed, smiled slightly to say that there was no excuse by default, forgetting that I couldn't hear my voice She raised her eyes and looked at my face, she suddenly froze, frowned and looked at me for a long time and then said to me, "The donor asks for a signature." ”

I smiled and declined, "There are friends waiting for me outside, so I won't delay the teacher anymore." ”

I turned around and wanted to leave, but she suddenly said in a faint tone, "The donor's long-cherished wish just now is related to the man, and the donor's man is not around now, right?" ”

My feet paused again, my eyes flashed, she stared at the huge Buddha statue in front of her, her fingers still twisting, "The donor can ask for a signature." ”

I didn't refuse again, just now gave me three sticks of incense the little nun stood up from the futon, she held the stick holder in her hand, handed it to me, I took it and shook it, the mouth of the tube tilted towards the ground and shook hard, shook out one and fell to the ground, I wanted to pick it up and see, Mrs. Shi suddenly sprinkled a piece of cyan silk handkerchief on it, only a little piece of wood on the edge was exposed, blocking my view, I looked at her puzzled, she said, "The donor asks for two more." ”

I shook out two more bamboo sticks according to her instructions, the little nun bent down to lift the silk handkerchief, picked up the three bamboo sticks scattered in different positions and angles, and handed them to the teacher, she hung the Buddha beads on her wrist, lowered her eyes to look at my stick, she asked me what I wanted, I didn't want to say, "Marriage." ”

She sighed, this sound was meaningful, so scared that my heart was pinched, I didn't blink my eyes and stared at her face, she didn't know where to look, her eyes were very far away, "Donor or ask for life and career, these two things are very good for your fate." ”

I pinched the hem of my clothes, not missing any slight expression changes on her face, "But I just want to ask about marriage, I don't care about life and career, life is not something I can control, I can only resign myself to fate, when I should die, no one can save me, I shouldn't die, no one can harm me, career is very important, but it depends on whom, I am a woman without great ambitions, it doesn't matter to me for a long time, I only care about marriage, heirs, can the master untie the sign?" ”

Forget the sorrow of the three sticks carefully read from the beginning, she suddenly shook her head, I was so nervous that I covered my chest, I carefully asked her if she was unhappy in marriage, she pointed to one of the signatures and said, "The donor's marriage theory is a dead sign." Talk about misfortune. ”

My whole person was stunned, her hands and feet were cold in an instant, and she reinserted the sign back into the tube, "The donor asked the wrong question, if you ask about life and career, it is good luck, and it is great compassion to ask about marriage." The man who the donor now remembers in his heart is not good, the heart is ruthless, and the donor will take too many detours with him in this life, so he is persuaded to turn back. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly felt very emotional, and her fingers paused on a red Buddha bead in the middle of the Buddha beads, "Men and women in this world can't escape asking about marriage and love, I have solved so many signatures of destined people, but the donor is a dead sign, and I have never encountered it." ”

I had a weak legs, covered my heart and sat on the futon, forgetting that I was not supported by sorrow, she closed her eyes and recited the scriptures, her fingers twisted the Buddha beads faster than just now, a trace of dense fine sweat oozed from her forehead, as if she was experiencing some depression and pain, I called her a teacher, she was silent, and waved at me with another hand holding the Buddha beads, I had to keep silent, I just suddenly felt that I couldn't support it, kneeling down this time was very heavy, my knees were smashed hard, half the sound was so sore, I used my hands to support the groundThe cold, eerie temperature passed in from the palm of my hand, freezing all my blood, all the way from my feet to the top of my head, buzzing.

I asked her, "Does he love me, Mrs. Shi looked at the signature, is this relationship worth it?" ”

Seeing this, the little nun immediately came up from behind and wiped her for her, and she whispered to Forget Sorrow, "Master, don't reveal it, the Buddha blames you." ”

When I heard her say this, I immediately fell on the ground and stretched out my hand to pull at Shitai's robe, and my voice was full of pleading and said to her, "Tell me that the Buddha will not blame you for your kind deeds of relieving the pilgrims' worries." ”

The little nun shouted loudly again, forgot to open her eyes, the Buddha beads in her hand suddenly collapsed, thousands of beads scattered on the ground, rolled into the door, under the incense case, and on the futon, and a few jumped into the clothes on my chest, I subconsciously pressed it with my hand, the little nun squatted on the ground to pick up one grain by one, the four nuns who were beating the wooden fish and reciting the scriptures throughout the whole process The voice was louder at this time, and the action was more urgent, and the entire huge ancestral hall was the worldly silence that rose one after another, I felt flustered, The sweat on the top of Forget Sorrow's head rolled down the tip of her nose and cheeks, and gathered on her chin, the largest of which dripped down and hit me right in the eye, and I heard her spit out six intriguing words in a low tone, "Asking for no result, not loving." ”

I stared blankly at the piece of green robe between my fingers, the fabric was cold to the touch, and I felt extremely hot at this time, burning my skin, my heart, and my soul.

Asking for no result, no love.

What is this, is it a dead sign on my marriage theory?

How to explain this.

I lay on the ground in a daze, forgetting the time, I don't know how long I was stunned, the sound of the scriptures in my ears finally stopped, the wooden fish became quiet, and the air seemed to freeze, sending me to a dead silence.

The long bell rang faintly from the back mountain, ringing in the valley, disturbing my thoughts, I immediately came back to my senses, the master who spoke for me was gone, the three incense sticks were still burning in the incense burner, a long section of soot was broken, the aftermath was ethereal, but half of it had been burned.