Chapter 1912: So Many

Huazang Temple is very famous, the incense is also very effective, many people come from afar to worship the Buddha, so, there are many people on the mountain together, however, they are all in a hurry, only the three of them, a picture of the mountains and rivers, the appearance of being at ease.

It's not like a modern scenic spot, there are people selling water and snacks on a short stretch of road, and they only bring their own dry food along the way.

At noon, the sun was bigger, the three of them rested in the shade of the tree by the stream, and took out the steamed buns they bought in the morning, which were already cold, Song Chengyi said: "Why don't I catch two fish for you to grill and eat?" ”

Ning Yue glanced at her man: "Let's go to the temple, even meat is forbidden, and you still want to kill?" ”

Song Chengyi raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, Wei Chi Qiming got up with a smile: "I'll go pick up some firewood, make a fire, and roast the steamed buns, so that they will taste more fragrant." ”

Watching the eldest brother walk away, Ning Yue also deliberately approached Song Chengyi's ear: "You still have to abstain from sex for two days, haha!" ”

Then he ran and jumped to the stream naughtily, and washed his face with water, which was cool and comfortable.

The three of them walked all the way and played, if they couldn't kill, maybe they would shoot two pheasants and catch two hares, Ning Yue had to sigh, the ecology at this time was really good, twenty or thirty years later, when they got to the forest, except for a big-tailed squirrel or something from time to time, wild small animals were almost invisible.

Sure enough, when it got dark, the three of them reached the top of the mountain.

There are not many monks in Huazang Temple, Song Chengyi stayed here for seven days, and everyone basically saw him.

It was getting late, and I didn't ask them what they were doing up the mountain, but I arranged a guest room for them to rest.

At this point, Ningyue definitely can't live with Song Chengyi, so Ningyue has her own room, and Song Chengyi and Wei Chi Qiming live in the same room.

In the early morning, the chanting of the monks, the sound of bells, and the chirping of birds, coupled with being on the top of the mountain, in the sea of clouds, really made people's whole mood become extraordinarily soft.

After eating the simplest coarse noodles steamed buns and clear porridge, I turned around, but I didn't see the sound and shadow of Master Lingyan.

When I asked, I realized that Master Lingyan was still in retreat and did not see outsiders.

A trace of worry flashed in Song Chengyi's eyes, he still remembered the situation that day, so he deliberately opened Ningyue and asked another elder, and learned that Master Lingyan had only seen outsiders this year, and his health was fine, so he was relieved.

I didn't see Master Lingyan who had a relationship with her in Pingjing Puguang Temple and helped her, Ningyue was still a little disappointed.

But the purpose of coming still did not forget, she took out a thick stack of money, saying that it was to be used as sesame oil money and given to the temple.

These, not to mention the little monks, even the elders also jumped, a lifetime of green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, coarse tea and light rice, although there are usually pilgrims to add sesame oil money, but to give so many at one time, it is really the first time to see it.

At this moment, except for the host of Lingyan, no one else dared to make decisions without permission, and whether to accept the money or not, so he had to send the little monk to the back mountain to find the host.

When Lingyan heard that Song Chengyi was coming with his wife, he was still surprised, the rest time of the soldiers was already small, and Pingjing was not close to here, and it didn't take long for the girl to get better, and the two of them could come to visit again, which was still very sincere.

This lemon girl also added so much incense money at one time, he didn't expect it, when the little monk described it to him, he gestured a thick stack with his hand: so much.

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Chapter 1912: So Many