The ancestor said that everything has a fixed number, and things are man-made. Whether your fate is good or not depends on yourself. ”

Jiang Xiaorou nodded, "That's right, I think so too." ”

That's why Qian Manchang is so brainless, so superstitious.

But that's fine, she also has the opportunity to make a deal with him.

Yuantong walked with her for a long time and arrived at a courtyard.

"Sister, it's here." He immediately found a broom and handed it to her, "I'll clean up with you, I'll be fine anyway." ”

"Thank you!" Jiang Xiaorou thanked him happily, and then she began to look at the courtyard and found that it was very quiet.

Because Beishan Temple is too big, it is divided into many courtyards, each of which has a different Buddhist hall.

This one has no Buddha hall and looks like a back garden.

It was filled with a lot of flowers, trees, and verdant meadows, as well as a small stream with an arched stone bridge on the stream, and Jiang Xiaorou found that the stone bridge was covered with a lot of red cloth ribbons.

She asked Yuantong curiously, "What kind of bridge is that?" ”

Generally speaking, only spiritual things can make people place a lot of wishes.

That's why she was curious, the story of the stone bridge.

Yuantong looked over and said with a smile: "It is the stone bridge in the Buddhist scriptures, which is incarnated by a Buddha." ”

"Is there any moral to it?" Jiang Xiaorou asked curiously.

"It seems to represent unswerving love, and many couples come here to make wishes, but this place has recently been closed to the public."

"Love?" Jiang Xiaorou was a little surprised, she thought that the Buddha Gate was empty, and there was actually a Buddha who represented love.

"That's right, it represents love, we also have seven emotions and six desires, but we just abandon the red world in our practice." Speaking of Buddhism, Yuantong's appearance is also a little more serious and deep.

Jiang Xiaorou thought of the silver monk.

Her eyes flashed, and she pretended to ask very casually, "Then what if you are a monk and still have six impurities?" ”

"If you can't understand it, you can only return it. But I like to be a monk very much, and it feels good that the four are empty. ”

"Yes, I think it's pretty good, some people are not as good as you." Jiang Xiaorou said secretly indignantly.

Master Hongyi's disciple is not as good as a little monk.

Colorless Master, you are not ashamed!

After sweeping the fallen leaves with Yuantong, Jiang Xiaorou took advantage of her free time to go to the stone bridge to see the red cloth ribbons left by those pilgrims.

Each red cloth ribbon had words written on it.

Many have been blurred by wind and rain, but many are new......

[May my husband and I love each other for a lifetime, and the white head will never be separated.] ]

[I hope he can fall in love with me, as long as he can love me, I am willing to reduce my life by ten years.] ]

[I wish we will be husband and wife in the next life, and we will still love each other for a lifetime.] ]

[Today the person I love is married to someone else, and I hope her husband can love her well for the rest of her life and make her happy for the rest of her life.] ]

……

Seeing these wishes, Jiang Xiaorou's heart was very touched.

It turns out that there are still so many people in the world who look forward to love and believe in love.

And what kind of story does this stone bridge that entrusts people's good love wishes have......

Jiang Xiaorou suddenly heard footsteps approaching behind her, she thought it was Yuantong, so she asked without looking back, "Xiaoyuantong, what is the story of this stone bridge?" Can you tell me about it? ”

"This story is the stone bridge Zen in the Buddhist scriptures." A deep male voice suddenly sounded behind him.