"It's still some distance from the Zen monastery on the mountain, if you're tired, I'll carry you up." Going up another row of stairs, considering Song Xiaoxiao's physique, Jian Zhan proposed.

"Nope. That is, to repay the wish, the heart is sincere. "Although Song Xiaoxiao is tired, she is tired.

On the way up the mountain, she can calm down and look at the scenery around her.

The higher she climbed, she turned around and could see everything down the mountain.

I don't know how much time has passed, and time has been forgotten with the growing tiredness.

Song Xiaoxiao went up the last row of stairs and finally entered the flat section.

The top of the hill is still set by a forest path, with quaint courtyards running side by side, and the houses here are only one floor in layout, with uneven stone paths underfoot.

People walk in it and don't hear any noise.

Song Xiaoxiao enjoys the elegance and tranquility here, no pressure, and no quarrel with the world.

If war no longer exists, then this would be a good place to live.

It's just that...

Her hands were more or less stained with blood.

These can't be washed away by returning to the field and removing the armor.

Song Xiaoxiao grabbed her hand, Xu Yan was right, she shouldn't have been involved in this war.

Fighting a war is not her mission...

But generals, why not?

If it weren't for the mission they were forced to carry, who would be willing to live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife every day.

No one wants to kill, but on the battlefield, a moment of soft-heartedness will lead to a journey to hell.

"The Buddha is above, and the disciple Song Xiaoxiao is willing to ask for help." In the wide Buddhist hall, the two white clothes each kneel on the knee pad in front of the Buddha, and in front of Song Xiaoxiao, there is a table where incense is placed.

May the world be well, not respect my original intentions, remember my original heart, protect everything I guard, not be contested by good and evil, do not argue for the world, and have a long future, and it is enough.

Song Xiaoxiao's hands were combined, and he said in his heart.

After a while, she stood up, took the incense handed by the abbot in the monk's robe, took a few steps forward, and inserted it into the carbon furnace.

Jian Zhan repeated Song Xiaoxiao's actions, and after doing these rituals, Song Xiaoxiao gave another salute to the abbot.

"Amitabha."

Song Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, took Jian Zhan's hand and said, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm."

Song Xiaoxiao wanted to turn around and walk out of the Buddhist hall, only to hear the abbot read in the back: "Donor, the old man has something to say, the donor can listen to it, but not listen, just ask the donor, don't blame." ”

Song Xiaoxiao, who had already turned around to leave, heard the abbot's words and turned around.

The abbot stood in front of the Buddha, with long white eyebrows and a long beard, and an old appearance.

The years have left visible marks on him.

"Abbot, please speak."

"The donor hasn't answered what the old man just said."

"Even if the abbot said that my Yin Hall is black, and there is a catastrophe that cannot be escaped, I will not blame the abbot." Song Xiaoxiao said half-jokingly.

"Good, good, good. Donor, the old man spoke. The abbot's voice was soft and deep.

"Abbot, please."

"Donor, there is a fate with the Buddha, all the sufferings in the world are suffering, but the word love, rather than nostalgia for the world to learn to taste the warmth and coldness of the world, it is better to take refuge in Buddhism as soon as possible." The abbot hung his head after saying this.

"Convert to Buddhism, do you mean to let the little one cut her hair and become a nun who carries water and charity in this temple?" Jian Zhan frowned.

"The old man has no such intention, donor, also put down the butcher's knife." The abbot said.

"Jian Zhan is full of nonsense!" Jian Zhan faced Song Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, let's go, don't pay attention to this madman." ”