Coming out of the clothing store, Mo Xiaoxiao carried a large bag of things, turned around and went to a store to buy small things, and bought Mo Yao a foal made of wood, the small one just enough to be placed in the palm of his hand to play with.

When I came out of there, I went into an antique shop, and after careful consideration, I bought a folding fan.

The prosperity of the streets has overturned the tranquility in people's hearts one by one, leaving only the same joy and boiling as the hustle and bustle of the world, walking towards them, there are children laughing and laughing, there are pedestrians talking and laughing, all kinds of noise in the market are each kind of happiness that belongs to everyone, Mo Xiaoxiao walked leisurely in the crowd, although it was inconspicuous, the softness of her heart made her still happy.

If everything in the world is only a desolate and lonely light natural scene, without the participation of living people and other living creatures, how lonely it should be, and every tiny person who exists adds color to his own world.

Walking and stopping all the way, the prosperity and noise of the world were collected under my eyes, and I unconsciously came to a relatively quiet street, although the flow of people is still like a tide, but there is less of a noisy taste, just like falling from the noisy market into a deep valley.

Two solemn doors suddenly appeared in front of Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes, the door was wide open, the door was like a city full of people coming and going, but it was still silent, Mo Xiaoxiao was wondering, and when he looked up, he saw that this was a temple.

"Mingkong Temple...!" Mo Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, and the ghost didn't know why, so she walked inside with the crowd coming and going.

As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked by the solemn atmosphere, and the men and women all prayed devoutly, either holding long incense in their hands and praying to the gods sincerely, or clasping their hands together, closing their eyes, and talking to themselves to tell the Bodhisattva all their long-cherished wishes and expectations.

The huge courtyard is clean without any clutter, the incense in the courtyard is vigorous, the sea of people is vast, the smell of incense spreads everywhere and flutters in the courtyard, it rises to the sky of a green warehouse, it seems to bring too many long-cherished wishes and prayers, the heavy one can not be dispersed in mid-air for a long time, there is a big incense burner in the courtyard, which is full of high incense that people have taken sincerely in their hands, solemn and peaceful.

An old woman was supported by a woman on the side with a trembling appearance, holding a large amount of incense in her hand, praying sincerely in front of the incense burner, and muttering to herself: "The Bodhisattva old woman has never done anything bad in her life, and she has been happy to be kind and helpful to others all her life, but why does my son have to suffer this ordeal, please bless him to wake up as soon as possible, if I can exchange my own life for his health, my old woman is also willing to ......"

Seeing the old woman secretly sad and dismal, the old tears unconsciously came from the sadness, unable to control her emotions, the woman next to her may be her daughter-in-law or also a daughter, secretly wiped her tears, although she didn't know what happened to her, Mo Xiaoxiao also unconsciously touched the scene.

At this time, there was also a woman next to her, a middle-aged woman, alone and without other companions, her face was expressionless and extremely cold, she closed her eyes slightly, and slowly opened her eyes after a while, and inserted the bouquet of high incense into the incense burner sincerely, and her eyes inadvertently revealed a gloomy emotion, and then slowly turned away.

It seems to bring together all the joys and sorrows of the world, the parting of death and the endless difficulty of peace, and the various states of the world are just like this, just like some helpless souls gather together, putting countless long-cherished wishes and hopes here, so that the heart is no longer wandering around sadly.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked around, saw a lot of sadness or calm, took a bouquet of incense, stood in front of the sacred Bodhisattva statue reverently, gently closed his eyes and said in his heart that he had never had a long-cherished wish, and he didn't think about whether the Bodhisattva could hear it.

"May my family be safe and suffering-free, may my eldest brother's original intention not change, and may he ...... Peace and joy are not riddled with human suffering, Bodhisattva he is really a very good person, you bless him not to be tortured, and I hope that Qing Shui can always be kind, don't be confused by the things in front of her and discard her original clear heart, and ...... Bodhisattva, can I ever reunite with my mother in this life......"

After inserting the bouquet of high incense that had entrusted many wishes into the incense burner, Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly couldn't help but feel a little sad, as if he was suddenly knocked down by his own long-cherished wishes, all the people who came here came because of the pain of things they couldn't do, I don't know if the Bodhisattva would also be so depressed and painful, and would receive hundreds of painful long-cherished wishes every day......

Thinking about it, he followed the flow of people into a hall again.

There seems to be no trace of earthly breath in the hall, slowly roaming is the burning smoke and fireworks, although there is no lack of people coming and going, but it is still light, the smoke is full of Bodhisattvas who are high in the heart with compassion and universal beings, the yellow curtain will decorate the hall dignified, everywhere is full of Zen tranquility, no matter how noisy and noisy the world outside, here is as quiet and serene as ever, as if the immortal dwelling place is not stained with dust and not close to the world.

The yellow futon is a little old, obviously because it has experienced too much wind, frost, rain and snow in the world, and has endured the pressure of many people coming and going, and I don't know how many people have listened to the past and the world......

At this time, a skinny woman with a thin face, yellow muscles, and a heavy and sad face walked slowly to Mo Xiaoxiao's side, knelt down on the futon, closed her eyes and didn't know what she was praying for, her face was heavy as if she had experienced some vicissitudes of life.

After a while, he slowly got up, and as if he was lost, he walked to a Zen master and prayed for a blessing.

The Zen master asked her what she was praying for, she chewed her lower lip slightly with a heavy face, and only after a moment did she say shamefully and humbly: "Ask for a son." ”

Listening to her conversation with the Zen master, I learned that she had been married to her husband for five or six years, and gave birth to four daughters in succession, and she was troubled by her mother-in-law all day long.

When he was meditating in a daze, a pair of red men and green women came beside him, smiling as if they had eaten candied fruit, kneeling on the futon hand in hand, happily begging for something......

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoxiao was suddenly relieved, it turned out that what I saw here was not only the suffering of the world, but also those little joys and small happiness that fluttered like butterflies, here is a miniature version of the world, joys and sorrows, love and hatred, but they are all inevitable, there is no complete sadness and there is no complete joy, these emotions and joys are like the sun and the moon on one side of the cycle of reincarnation, so they converge to form such a colorful and colorful world, since such sorrows and joys cannot be the same in the end, so why bother struggling and suffering because of the pain!

Mo Xiaoxiao's heart suddenly dawned, his eyes looked up at the Bodhisattva statue above his head, and he knelt quietly in front of the statue.

If she asks her what she wants to pray for and for whom, she will have only one answer in her heart.

"If it is too difficult to pray for you to be happy every day, then I wish you peace and health in this life, you are kind to me, that kind of grace has given me the courage to live again, and I have also experienced the feeling of home, no matter what the relationship between you and me will be in the future, whether it is a lifelong confidant and friend, or a general passerby, or unlucky to become an old person who parted ways and no longer wants to mention, I pray for you, because you have warmed my fragmented time in the past, saved my bleak years, may you have a safe and bright future, My friend ......"

"Girl, what are you asking for?"

The Zen master asked calmly and amicably, Mo Xiaoxiao smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and an incomparably soft floral fragrance seemed to arise in his heart for no reason, and the fragrance wafted out from the depths of his heart.

"Peace seeks. For a very important friend. "Solemnly said.

When I came out of the Mingkong Temple, it was already evening, the sunset seemed to be drunk, drunkenly sprinkled with orange-red light shining on the whole Jiangcheng, and the clear water of that bay carried colorful light, gurgling and flowing.

Mo Xiaoxiao was happy in her heart, carrying a large bag of things, but she still felt that she was fluttering, and when she walked, there seemed to be a warm wind around her, blowing her hairline and clothes.

The emotions of the smoke and the joy of the eyebrows were all inadvertently emanated, and the crowd flowing around them seemed to be happy.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoxiao remembered what He Yuwen said this morning, didn't He Yuhua say that he was going to come to Jiangyuan today? Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly stepped up her pace, for fear of missing something.

"Girl, I'll ask you for directions later."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, Mo Xiaoxiao turned around a little hurriedly, and was thinking, "Ask for directions?" I'm not very familiar with ......."

Turning his head, he saw He Yuhua smiling all over his face, looking at himself with a ruffian appearance, pretending not to know, and standing behind him with a wicked smile.

"It's you, Second Young Master He, how is Yuhua you, when did you come, I was about to pick you up, but I didn't expect to meet here!" Mo Xiaoxiao was surprised and delighted, but she was only slightly stunned before she reacted and walked over, smiling shallowly.

"I just arrived, some people don't know the road here headless and brainless for most of the day, when I don't have a clue, don't I just see you!" He Yuhua spread his hands and muttered as he pretended to be helpless.

"Then you must have been here for a while, you blame me for forgetting about this matter, why don't you ask passers-by for directions, so that you won't waste so much time wandering around here!" Mo Xiaoxiao said embarrassedly.

"Oh, don't you say I haven't remembered to ask others for directions, hehe, you big bags come out to buy things, come and hand them over to me!"

"No, it's not sinking." As Mo Xiaoxiao spoke, He Yuhua snatched it by himself.

After taking the things, He Yuhua was as naughty as a child, and said in a harmonious manner: "Leave these to the man, and now I just ask Miss Mo to lead the way!" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao had no choice but to listen to his words and lead the way, and the two of them talked and laughed and blended into the endless crowd and walked in the direction of the hospital.