The monk's voice was not loud or small, but it was enough for the young woman walking in front to hear it, and after a pause, she turned around and asked, "This master, my grandfather was seriously ill a month ago, and the medicine was helpless. Is he really not in the temple now? ”

"Not really." The monk replied.

"I don't know when I'll be back? We could wait here for a few days! ”

"The donor may be disappointed, the presiding abbot is far away, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for ten days and half a month!"

"But my grandfather can't hold out that long!" When the young woman heard this, she became anxious: "I wonder if the master can contact Master Jingshi and ask him to rush back as soon as possible?" ”

"I'm sorry for the female donor, I'm afraid it's difficult to contact the place where the abbot goes. If the patient is really in danger, it is better to send it to the hospital as soon as possible! After the monk finished speaking, he hurried away.

"Master, Master!" The young woman screamed a few times, but she didn't stop anyone, and she couldn't help but look disappointed.

"Look!" The young man said, "The presiding officer of this Lingyan Temple is not here, let's go back!" You have also believed in evil! My grandfather's illness couldn't even be treated in the best hospital, so what was the use of inviting a monk to go? ”

"Don't think I don't know......" Although they are cousins, the young woman who is a cousin obviously has no good feelings for her cousin at all, and her tone is cold when she speaks, without a trace of emotional fluctuations: "...... You've always wanted my grandfather dead, right? ”

"Cousin, you can't eat food, you can't talk nonsense!" The young man's face changed slightly and he said.

"Whether I am talking nonsense or not, you know it in your own heart." The young woman said coldly: "I still advise you, be careful to lift a stone and hit yourself in the foot!" ”

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to what the young man said again, and turned around and left.

Looking at the graceful figure of his cousin leaving, the young man frowned, and thought carefully: Does this girl really know something?

But no matter how she thinks about it, how could she know about such a secret thing? After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, but when he saw that his cousin had already gone away, the young man still chased after him.

The news of the absence of the host of Lingyan Temple was just from the guidance of a monk, and the young woman was naturally unwilling, and after asking a few monks on the road, she found the first master Zhixin of Lingyan Temple.

Master Zhixin is a monk in his fifties, but he received the young woman very kindly, after learning the other party's intention, he expressed deep sympathy, but at the same time gave her an answer that was not much different from the monk, the only difference, it is estimated that he knew the exact time of the return of Master Jingshi, but this also took more than a week later.

The same answer made the young woman feel deeply lost and disappointed, but she still did not give up, pestering Master Zhixin, wanting to get more detailed information, such as how to contact Master Jingshi, or the specific location of Master Jingshi, she could let her family fly over, and so on.

While the young woman was pestering Zhixin, Song Jianqiu, who was located at the highest point of Lingyan Temple, was still focused on her drawing paper.

There are not many tourists in Lingyan Temple on weekdays, only occasionally pious pilgrims come up the mountain to worship the Buddha, so even if there is no green smoke in the festival, the whole temple seems to be shrouded in smoke, but the air in the nose is still a faint sandalwood.

If you stand on a high place, you can actually feel that the temple is a little hazy, as if it is shrouded in a layer of green veil.

Only occasionally a big wind will suddenly blow and blow this layer of green yarn away, but after a while, once the wind is less, this layer of green yarn will gather and envelop again.

This feeling is like cutting leeks, cutting stubble after stubble, and you can't finish cutting it.

Song Jianqiu used the art skills she had learned in the past month, using brushes of different sizes, stained with oil paint, simple outline, adjusting the light and shade of light, and the intensity of color, and gradually, she left the picture she saw standing here on the drawing paper.

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and Song Jianqiu noticed it, but before he could turn around, he heard a familiar voice exclaiming: "The painting is good!" ”

On the picture, the condescending Lingyan Temple is golden as a whole, as if the Buddha's light is shining, covering the distance, full of a sense of Buddha rhyme.

And this is exactly why it is worth admiring.

Song Jianqiu turned her head and was a little surprised to find that Yu Zhiqiu, who was a different person last time, stood behind her at some point.

"Uncle! When did you come? Song Jianqiu asked.

"Just arrived!" Yu Zhiqiu smiled: "When I saw the Buddha rhyme in your painting, I couldn't help but praise you." ”

"Buddha rhyme?" Song Jianqiu turned her head with some confusion and looked at her painting, but she didn't feel any Buddha rhyme in it.

"There is an ancient poem that says: I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain!" Yu Zhiqiu said: "The painting is painted by you, and you can't feel it yourself, which shows that the natural Buddha rhyme in this painting is more precious than the one that is deliberately catered to and added." ”

Her paintings are praised by others, no matter what aspect of the praise, at least she has to admit that her paintings are good, so although she doesn't understand it very well, Song Jianqiu also smiled happily: "Uncle shouldn't have come here to praise me, right?" ”

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but your girl's skin is a lot thicker." Yu Zhiqiu smiled: "However, it's not enough to come to praise you, but it's true that I came to you on purpose." ”

"Oh? Is there anything that Uncle is looking for me? When Song Jianqiu heard this, he didn't feel a little puzzled.

"It's not a big deal, but it's a good thing." Yu Zhiqiu said: "I know that you have been short of money recently, and you really want the Buddhist spiritual weapon in Juxinglai, right?" ”

"Uncle, how do you know?" Song Jianqiu had doubts in his heart and asked.

She really missed the vajra from Juxinglai, but she didn't have any money, so she could only think about it.

"This kind of trivial matter, just pinch your fingers to know." Yu Zhiqiu said.

Hearing this, Song Jianqiu remembered that the person in front of him was a magic stick, and he thought that the other party was following him, so he was relieved.

Yu Zhiqiu looked at Song Jianqiu with a smile, as if he had seen through her inner thoughts, which made the other party a little embarrassed.

However, Yu Zhiqiu didn't embarrass her too much, and said, "Now your chance has come!" ”

"What chance?"

"What a chance to make money!" After Yu Zhiqiu finished speaking, he gestured with his chin and said: "I had a relationship with a girl before, and I calculated a hexagram for her, but people didn't believe it, and it took nearly half a month for her to come over, and as a result, this hexagram became invalid." ”

Song Jianqiu looked in the direction that Yu Zhiqiu was pointing and saw a young woman and a young man walking together below, looking very lost.

Hearing Yu Zhiqiu's words, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is there still a time when the hexagram is invalid?" ”

"Why can't there be a time when it fails?"

Yu Zhiqiu said: "The more critical the matter, the shorter the opportunity, fleeting, as long as there is a little hesitation, or delay, things will change." It's the same with fortune telling, I can only point out that there is such a path and its direction, but if you don't grasp it, it will naturally change. ”

Ask for tickets~~

(End of chapter)