The little monk looked at Qigege, and then at the sugar gourd in his hand, and his little face turned red, "That'...... Alright then, please come with me, two donors. ”

Thirteen was on the sidelines, and he was stunned for a moment.

The dead girl, in front of him, turned around and gave the sugar gourd he gave her to someone else, when he was okay?

It's infuriating, too.

It wasn't until the mountain gate was closed again that Thirteen came to his senses, pacing the footprints of the seven grids and following it.

Evening.

The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly pouring on the lawn of Wanzhong, and the sound of ringing bells is heard from time to time in the distance, intermittently and irregularly.

Qigege lay on the bed, tossing and turning. The tiredness of the day disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The moonlight shrouded her through the shackles, casting a dark halo.

Qigege turned over and got out of bed, put on his shoes, took the big red velvet wind at the head of the bed, and walked out on his shoulder.

According to the introduction of the little master during the day, the Buddhist hall is very close to her courtyard, out of the courtyard, about 20 meters of stone road, you can see it when you turn a corner.

The moon is on the branches, and the night is lonely.

For some reason, the closer she got to the Buddha statue, the more flustered her heart became, and in the dark, something seemed to accommodate her.

The door to the temple was open, and an elderly nun sat on the right side of the threshold with her eyes closed.

The moment Qigege stepped into the Buddha hall, the old nun opened her eyes suddenly, and her hoarse voice sounded leisurely, "Donor, do you want to sign it?" ”

Qi Gege was stunned for a moment, then turned around and bowed with his palms together, "Passing through here, I accidentally disturbed Master's rest, and I ask Master not to blame,...... I don't ask for a signature. ”

The old nun's gaze at Qigege was slightly complicated, and the corners of her ravines showed the vicissitudes of time, "Donor, you have a relationship with the Buddha, don't be greedy for mortal dust, Amitabha." ”

After saying these words, the old nun closed her eyes again.

The illusory and ethereal voice echoed in the sky above the Buddha Hall, and the seven grids showed their eyebrows slightly condensed.

If you have a relationship with the Buddha, don't covet the mortal world......

"Master, can you explain it clearly?"

“......”

The answer to the seven grids is endless silence.

"Master?" I tried to call again.

The old nun still sat still, as if cut off from everything else.

Just when Qigege thought that the old nun was asleep, the voice sounded again, "The four are empty, good, good, it doesn't matter if the donor doesn't understand, the old body will always be here waiting for the donor to return." ”

Not far away, there was the sound of footsteps, and there were lights gradually.

Qigege knew that it was not easy to stay here, and at the end, he bowed to the old nun and disappeared into the night.

Early the next morning.

Qigege went out of the mountain gate early.

There is a small river at the foot of the temple mountain, and there are several wooden barrels placed by the river, and a few monks are fetching water to eat.

Qigege walked in and washed his face not far from the river.

When the cleaning was almost done, he slowly stood up and turned around and walked in the direction of the market.

Two monks walked up and surrounded her, and one of the fat monks squinted his little eyes and looked her up and down, "The girl came down from the mountain?" ”

Qigege shook his head and smiled, "No. ”

While the fat monk looked at Qigege, Qigege also looked at the two of them.

Buddhism has rules, and women are not allowed to stay overnight in the temple.

Although these two people are wearing monk's clothes, they are far from the monk in words and deeds.