"Dare to ask the master, this string of Buddhist beads?" The Buddhist beads given by the old monk seem to be somewhat valuable. The ebony on the top exudes a strange fragrance and is very round.

The old monk smiled, "This string of hand beads has been with the old man for 60 years, and it is often worn, which can make the treasure of Lord Yang solemn and turn evil into good fortune." There is no long thing in the temple, this string of Buddha beads, it should be used as a meeting gift from the old man to Yang Shizhu. ”

A few people walked through the middle hall, and the old monk lit the green lantern on the side, twisted away the excess wick, dragged one step at a time, and walked outside the hall.

Yang Fan's eyes stared at the back of the old monk, why, what I saw was the old age of a river and lake. He suddenly remembered Bu Laodao, a few old people in the old shop street, Su Qing who was sleeping under the green pine for a long time, and the old man in the middle of the building.

It seems that the rivers and lakes are also in the late Ming Dynasty, gradually aging and declining.

Perhaps, this is the turn of the times. Yang Fan gently rubbed the Buddha beads on his left wrist, a bead and a Buddha, all of which were solemn, looking closer, joy, anger, sorrow, and life.

The chanting of Buddhism gradually disappeared. The evening class was over, and the evening drums were beating......

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Several people stood behind a stone monument in the back mountain, watching from a distance as the woman Qingsi landed in the distance. It was gone, Luo Yifei gritted his teeth, and tears of anger fell again, wanting to step forward to dissuade him, but he was surprisingly stopped by Yang Fan.

"Did she decide for herself?"

The old monk nodded and said, "Is there anything you want to be a monk?" The poor monk heard that a generation of prime minister Mai Su Qing said that those who live to death have great kindness. Since Miss Wang can abandon the seven emotions and six desires, she will worship the Buddha wholeheartedly. The old monk also made an exception, and Wannian Temple accepted the only female disciple. ”

"I just want to know. What is the status of her illness now? If she can live a healthy life, she can do it anywhere. ”

"Amitabha. Since Lord Yang is seeking peace of mind, then Lao Wei might as well say bluntly that there is no good doctor for this disease. ”

Yang Fan wanted to say that this was, if it was put four hundred years back, there would naturally be a doctor, but he wouldn't, so he said: "It's only like this." Today, Su'er has just been shaved, and seeing me and others will only make me sadder. Let's wait for another day to calm her down. ”

If Wang Su'er could be saved, Yang Fan would definitely pull her away as soon as possible, but now, even if there is no white-clothed monk to shave her, there is not much hair on that delicate face, and in the end, it will naturally fall off. The so-called shaving is not shaving. It's just a difference in form and time.

But Luo Yifei didn't think so, and when he saw that even Yang Fan didn't stop him, his fist clenched tighter, and he kept muttering repeatedly in his mouth. "Why, why ......"

Yang Fan patted his room, and he could see it. The kid was emotional, so he said, "We all have to learn to let go." She didn't want us to be sad. There was nothing we could do to save her, so why should we let her look at our sad faces? Let's go. Maybe it might be better to change your mood and sit down for tea like an old friend. ”

Yang Fan saw that Wang Su'er had already fallen into the green silk, his hands were folded, as if he was chanting something, and said, "Let's go." Since Su'er thinks this is her destination, let her go. ”

After a two-month journey, he saw Yiren, but at a glance, Yang Fan dispelled the idea of wanting to take Wang Su'er back. The previous impulses were just worried about her body and endurance. He pursed his lips, perhaps, she has also been to the Cao family in Luzhou. This can be regarded as breaking the fate of the earth, just seeking to the Buddha and talking about the despair of spending the rest of his life.

Born to die, if you don't give up, how can you say to die. However, if the heart is dead, how can we talk about this life?

The sunset was like blood, and Yang Fan slowly walked towards the mountain gate, with a decadent look on his face. He was wondering how he could solve this deadlock. Sometimes, Yang Fan himself thinks it's ridiculous. In the past, he had always believed in science, but now he thinks about problems, and gradually changes his taste. To put it nicely, to become philosophical, is actually superstitious.

The old monk hurriedly followed, and with a dozen Buddha numbers, he said, "Hasn't Master Yang forgotten what the old man said before?" ”

Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the old monk at dusk, as if he saw some black gas lingering on his face, and asked for no reason, "Master, are you okay?" ”

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Hongyuan changed into a new yellow monk's robe at the bottom of the pressure box today, and wiped his bald head shiny. The bell rang, and Hongyuan hurriedly ran to the front hall, fortunately, the ritual had not yet begun. Hongyuan found his place, very close, to the corner of the last line. He tidied up his somewhat messy robe and sat down on the futon.

There is no sun today, and the clouds are bleak. The front hall was a little dim, Hongyuan glanced at the presiding abbot at the front, the supervising temple on the side, and the elders, Hongyuan didn't see the ancestor, and the white-clothed monk in the back mountain, suddenly remembered that his wooden fish fell in the room, patted his head, greeted the senior brother on the side, and hurriedly went back to get the wooden fish. Yang Fan and the two of them, stayed in the Wannian Temple for three days, and finally heard today that there seemed to be some grand ceremony to be held, and by that, a little monk invited him to go to the back mountain to watch the ceremony.

On the Nalanda platform in the back mountain, the old monk sat in the center of the platform with a pleasant expression. The white-clothed monk sat aside, hanging Buddha beads in his hand, and chanting lightly.

Yang Fan glanced at it, and actually saw the monk Yizhu who stole the coffin that day and ran away, so he was a little curious, what kind of ritual was it that asked three monks to hold it. Could it be to renew the life of Su'er?

He stood not far away, and he could vaguely hear the words of the three monks.

On the Nalanda platform, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Yizhu, the Wannian Temple will be handed over to you in the future." ”

"Why didn't Uncle Shi let Master ......?"

"You are the son of the Buddha, take on this heavy responsibility, and the Wannian Temple can live in a corner." The old monk's robe agitated, rapidly expanded, and a gust of wind began to sweep from the center. The old monk clasped his hands together and muttered in his mouth. A green lantern appeared behind the old monk and flew towards the sky.

The wick shimmered, and slowly the green light began to shrink.

Yang Fan looked at the green lantern above the old monk's head and muttered, "Could it be that this old monk wants to invite God?" After the green lantern slowly descended to about three zhang high, it became solid, and the back mountain lit up, and the light was very dazzling, like the sky in the middle of the day.

"Amitabha. The disciple Jue'an is willing to sit in the flesh and achieve bliss. I only ask for the blessing of the heavens and protect my Wannian Temple. The old monk's robe swelled, and the green lamp began to shatter.

The whole world began to darken, as if it had entered darkness.

The last candle in the green lamp was extinguished, and the old monk folded his hands and his face was serene. (To be continued......)