The next day, Wuchen got out of morning class and saw the woman he met in the back mountain yesterday.

Lowering his head, Wuchen was about to leave, but was stopped by the presiding abbot behind him.

"Dust-free."

"Presiding Master."

When the woman saw the abbot come out, she hurriedly picked up her skirt and walked over quickly.

"Amitabha, what's the matter with Miss Shangguan?" The presiding abbot asked gently.

The woman smiled and said, "In recent days, I want to pray for my mother, so I want to stay in this temple for a few days." It's bothered. ”

The presiding abbot nodded, then looked at Wuchen and said, "This is Lao Gao's little apprentice, Wuchen, Miss Shangguan has something to find him in recent days." ”

The woman looked at Wuchen and bowed, and then said, "My name is Shangguan Conghan, and I ask the little master Wuchen to take care of me in recent days." ”

Wuchen heard Shangguan Conghan's words, a complicated light crossed his eyes, and then nodded.

He turned around and left again.

"Miss, that person is really ......" Cui'er said as she looked at Wuchen's back.

Cong Han stretched out his hand and patted Cui'er's hand, signaling Cui'er not to continue to talk below.

Cui'er pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"Presiding Master, why does that little master still have hair?" Conghan looked at the presiding abbot with a smile and asked curiously.

"Wuchen is a lay disciple."

"I see." Conghan nodded slightly after understanding.

He took out a slender bamboo skewer from his wide sleeve and handed it to the presiding abbot: "Can the presiding master help me see, this is a skewered stick drawn in front of me when I came yesterday." I don't know if it's good or bad. ”

The presiding abbot stretched out his hand and took the slip handed over from Han, which was written in small letters.

After reading the words on the bamboo stick, the face of the presiding abbot changed suddenly.

The hand holding the bamboo stick trembled a little, and he kept chanting with his hands folded and his mouth kept reading: "Amitabha, Amitabha." ”

The smile on Conghan's face froze, and then he looked at the presiding abbot and asked, "Presiding Master, is there anything wrong with this sign?" ”

The presiding abbot stretched out his hand and handed the bamboo stick back to Cong Han, sighed and said, "Miss Shangguan, you can take this bamboo stick away, you don't have to put it back in the bamboo tube in front of you." This sign, the old man can't understand it. ”

After saying that, the presiding abbot turned and left.

Looking at the back of the presiding abbot, Cong Han took out the bamboo stick in his hand again: the peach blossoms on the edge of Chang'an City, and the peonies on the waterside of Luoyang fall.

"Miss, don't look at it. The host doesn't even understand the sign, don't think about it. My young lady is the phoenix life of the national teacher! Are you afraid that you won't be able to sign it? Cui'er tugged at Conghan's sleeve and said.

Conghan tugged at the corners of his mouth and showed a smile. Then nodded: "Hmm." ”

put the bamboo stick into his sleeve again, and walked slowly with Cui'er from Han.

Suddenly, Conghan stopped again, looked at Cui'er and said, "Cui'er, you go back first, I'll walk casually." ”

"But Madame, Madame, let me follow you all the time." Cui'er frowned and spoke in embarrassment.

"Cui'er, okay Cui'er, you can promise me." Conghan tugged on Cui'er's sleeve and said.

"Besides, my mother is not here, if you don't say it, if I don't say it, she won't know."

Seeing that Conghan's eyes were full of begging, Cui'er's heart softened and then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay then, but Miss must say yes, just this time!" ”