Wang Jianping took the jade pendant left by Wang Muzhi and left in a daze.

Feng Qian looked at his back, and couldn't help but think of Wang Muzhi's words, only he knew his father best in this world, and he also knew how to deal with him.

But in this way, she completely tore her face with him.

Feng poured open the window, and the fresh air outside couldn't help but lift her spirits.

From afar, I watched the little novice named Pensive dragging something through the corner door of the cloister.

His face was flushed, beads of sweat were on his forehead, and he seemed to be struggling.

Feng Qianxin hurriedly raised his legs and walked out, and stepped forward into the corridor in two steps only to see that he was carrying some Buddhist incense candles.

Although it was packed into a bag, the amount was not heavy, and the contemplation was extremely difficult.

Feng Qianxin raised his hand to lift the bag, pondered for a moment, and saw that it was Feng Tianxin, his face was slightly red, and he clasped his palms and saluted: "Thank you, donor." ”

Feng tilted his head with a smile at him, but was surprised to find that his lips were blue, and there were fine beads of sweat oozing down the tip of his nose.

"Little master, are you sick, why can't you even mention this thing?"

Feng leaned into the main hall and carried it to the main hall, pondering and following her side was a little cramped, and he was even more uneasy when he heard her words, and his hands were clenched tightly at his sides.

Feng Qianxin became more and more suspicious, Shen Si did not speak, the two walked into the hall from the side door, there was a one-person wide path behind the Buddha statue, she and Shen Si one after another, walked to the innermost part of the main hall, there was a square wooden box made of wood, Shen Si lifted the lid of the wooden box, and put the incense candle in Feng Qianxin's hand.

The two of them returned the way they came, went out of the temple gate, turned the cloister, and came to the backyard again.

Feng Qian raised his eyes to look at him, and couldn't help but ask: "That hall is the Daxiong Hall of Longhua Temple, it is a place for monks to recite scriptures around the Buddha, and it is also a place to do things, why is it so quiet here?" Moreover, why does this temple where incense is flourishing give people a sense of lifelessness? ”

Shen Si listened to her words, looked at her even more uneasy, hurriedly grabbed her wrist and came to the corner door of the cloister, looked around, stretched out his hand to his lips and made a silent gesture, and said nervously: "The female benefactor will also talk to the little monk here, and when you go outside, remember not to talk nonsense, this Hualong Temple...... It's changed. ”

"Changing the sky?" Feng Tianxin was shocked by his words, and his breath paused slightly, but Shen Si suddenly straightened up, folded his respectful chin, bowed slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Jingyi." ”

Jing was dressed in a gray and white monk's robe, with a long figure, if it weren't for the beard and fierce face, Feng Qian would be in a trance and standing in front of her in a trance was Forget Chen.

"Now you're busy with Jing San's practice, you still have the leisure to stay here and talk?"

Jing Yi's voice was obviously displeased, Shen Si trembled, and nodded again and again: "Yes, Shen Si is going to be busy." ”

After that, he glanced at Feng Qianxin worriedly, and left as if he had fled, a gust of wind blew, and only she and Monk Jingyi were left behind the corner gate.

Feng tilted his eyes back at him, and saw him looking back at her with interest in his eyes, Feng tilted his heart into anger for no reason, and said: "Master Jingyi still has something to do, if there is nothing to do, the little woman will retire." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, but he didn't expect Jing Yi to grab her wrist behind him, and Feng Qian wrapped his arm around to avoid his restraints, but he didn't want his strength to be so strong that he couldn't break free.

Feng Qian was so angry that she raised her other hand and wanted to slap him, but she didn't expect that as soon as she reached out and swept away, Jing Yi actually raised her other palm in advance and held her hand in the palm of her hand, and there was a burst of pain in her wrist, which couldn't help but make Feng Tian's murderous intent suddenly arise.

"It turns out that this Fahua Temple is actually a generation of prodigal sons, is it possible that the monks who are monks are so shameless?"

Jing Yi was not annoyed by her insult, he looked at her with interesting eyes, and the cool cyan sleeves of his shirt slid down lightly during the struggle, revealing a snow-white wrist, his complexion was thin and delicate, as if it was clear glass, he smiled and quipped:

"What the abbot master said is really good, Miss Feng is really making people miss it."

Feng was furious, his arm suddenly forced, and he used his internal force to burst out, and shook him off fiercely, his eyes were fierce, and his voice was cold and murderous.

"What a flower monk, you have participated in bitter meditation for so many years in vain, and the words you say are no different from street gangsters, and you deserve to be called a family member!"

"The donor's words are wrong, my Buddha pays attention to purifying the sea of suffering to create sentient beings, and there is no need to be too obsessed. The low-eyebrow Bodhisattva, the wonderful sound Guanyin, or the golden-bodied Arhat, the angry eyes of the Vajra, that or the cheeks or the anger, the mercy and the laughter, in my eyes, are all mockery. ”

Jingyi's face drooped, and his expression was all in the hair, just like in the mist, although it was close at hand, it seemed to be far away from the end of the world, and for a while it made Feng Qian dizzy.

Her face changed, and she actually read a little bit of the smell of outsiders escaping from the world on his face, she frowned at him, but saw Jing Yi suddenly laughed, and said: "Master Feng, the little monk just wants to tell you that when the night comes, the abbot will do a ritual for Jing San in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and I hope that Lord Feng can come to participate." ”

After that, he didn't give her a chance to refuse, turned around and left.

Feng squinted at his back, his inquiring face cloudy.

This Fahua Temple is becoming more and more unpredictable for her.

The sun went down, and the red glow around him was like the red blood shed by Jingsan's death.

Feng leaning on the steps of the door, looking at the withered yellow Bodhi leaves in her fingers, was pondering, the contemplative little monk suddenly trotted all the way to her from one side, pinching her waist and chest and gasping, but the wind was startled, she hurriedly stood up and asked, "Little master, what's wrong with you." ”

Pondering and gasping for breath, he couldn't speak, and he took her wrist and walked towards the main hall, Feng Qian knew his purpose and wanted to break free from him, and said, "Little master, I don't plan to go to the ceremony. ”

Shen Si stopped and looked back at her, but he frowned his little face and was embarrassed: "Female donor, this, how is this good, I heard that the abbot specially instructed the little monk, saying that no matter what, I would invite Miss Feng to watch the ceremony." ”

This surprised Feng Ting, the treacherous Jingyi monk she only cared about, but forgot the old man who smelled it.

In the hall of the Great Majesty, the original * solemn hall is now black and white.

The white ones are silk mourners, and the black ones are flags, cigarettes, candlesticks, and the mist is swirling.

In the middle of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, on the incense case of the golden body of the Buddha, a long-life lamp burns indefinitely, and under the incense case is a black coffin, and in the coffin is the body of Jingsan's tragic death.

I heard that the old man was wearing a silver thread robe, holding a cane, and leading the monks and disciples to sit on the futon next to the coffin, chanting the scriptures of the past in unison, singing Sanskrit sounds, and the sound of the wooden fish clearing the rock was endless.

In front of the coffin of Jingsan, there was a strong monk sitting cross-legged, and that person was also one of the four bodyguards, but he saw that his nose was sharp and his mouth was square, his beard was black, and his eyes were open and closed, and his essence was flashing.

Wang Jianping stood on the side of the hall to observe the ceremony, although he was a cultivator, but because he was not a disciple of Buddhism, he could not participate in the ceremony.

Feng Qianxin was still holding the Ye Bodhi in her hand, and she was so contemplative and urging that she didn't have time to put it back in the room, and she was reluctant to throw it away, so she had to hold it between her fingers, she walked to his side, and Wang Jianping's face was unnatural.

The two of them did not speak, quietly watched the progress of the ritual, and about an hour later, the rituals were over, and the monks recited the sutra around Jing San's body, and the rituals were over.

Then all the monks left, the hall was quiet, Feng Qian shrugged her shoulders, and was about to leave, but she suddenly stopped when she heard it.

"Lord Feng."

Feng Qianxin looked back, and saw that the old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a compassionate face, Feng Tianxin sneered coldly in his heart, this old man's face changed very quickly.

"Is there something wrong with the abbot?" Feng poured into his heart and didn't have a good voice.

Hearing this, he laughed when he was not angry or annoyed, and the three remaining apprentices behind him were still hanging behind him like a dart master.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Looking at Feng's heartfelt face, he heard a hint of prayer and longing flashing on his face, but he quickly calmed down, just pronounced the Buddha's name, and lowered his eyes to pity the common people, and asked softly: "Girl, is the Bodhi leaf in your hand?" ”

Feng was stunned, took in his expression, lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, and folded his hands and said, "Back to the abbot's words, yes." ”

The abbot looked at her and nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "At the beginning, the Buddha smiled, and the only disciple in the audience who had the Venerable Mahakala understood his meaning was to realize the Tao in one thought, and the same is true for all good and evil in the world, all in one thought, and between one smile and one smile. ”

Feng Qian frowned and pondered his words, but the three disciples behind him had already made impatient appearances, and among them, the monk who was meditating under the coffin of Jing San interjected: "Master, you have worked hard for a long time in today's Fa, why don't you go back early." ”

Hearing this, she lowered her eyes, and for a moment Feng Qianxin almost heard his almost inaudible sigh, she suddenly raised her head, but saw that she had turned around and left with the three disciples.

"Master Abbot." Feng Feng called him with all his heart, turned around when he heard the sound, and the three disciples also looked back at her, all of them were vigilant and probing, only Jingyi's eyes were uncertain, as if he was watching a play.

"Is there anything else going on with the benefactor?" Smell and ask.

Feng Qian smiled at him, raised his hand and raised the Bodhi leaf in his hand, and said with a smile: "Everything is attentive, all in one thought, the little woman thanks the master for his teachings." ”

Hearing this, he nodded and trembled out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the smoke in the cover door was suddenly swept by the wind outside the house, and it was clear, and the sunlight sprinkled from the sky, impartially shining on the body of the person who heard it, the golden light was brilliant, and it was scorching.

Feng leaned into looking at his departing back, and then looked at the Longhua Temple, which was quite dead, and pulled out a cold smile.

I'm afraid this Fahua Temple is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and some unexpected events may happen.