Chapter 239: The Mysterious Abbot

"Is it delicious?" Mo Yan asked with interest, Lan Ling'er didn't answer, but Wu picked up another one that was falling from the air and put it in his mouth, this time, there was no change in mood, and swallowed it with a smile.

People expect good things, but many things are not as good as you imagined, and once you get used to the bitterness, there will be no emotional changes after that, because you have already predicted it. Just like Lan Ling'er at this time, she already knew about Mu Xinghan's marriage, so she didn't care about the pain.

If pain could make everything start all over again, he might have chosen this as well, and Lan Ling'er would also embark on this path. There are often many things in the world, even if you start all over again, even if you know that you will end up with scars, you will not hesitate. Just for the little tenderness that once been.

It was already bright, the early morning light was dazzling, and the pure white pear blossoms were stained with golden light, a little more gentle, and glanced at the pear blossoms covering the ground, Lan Ling'er smiled: "Look, it's snow that won't melt." ”

Glancing at Lan Ling'er, Mo Yan's eyes flashed, he was just afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand it, so he took her out of that place, out of sight and out of mind. I just don't want to, this girl buried all her emotions, and the two talked about irrelevant things all night, but no one easily mentioned the word Mu Xinghan.

Seeing Mo Yan's stunned eyes, Lan Ling'er smiled gratefully: "I'm not so fragile, it's just that I can't seem to see it, and I'm really in a much better mood." I'm so sleepy, can I go back? ”

After staring at her for a long time, Mo Yan replied, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go back to the temple to sleep, it's quiet here, I think I can sleep a lot." Saying that, Lan Ling'er really stretched out regardless of her image.

Hearing this, Mo Yan was relieved, he knew that there were still many injuries in her heart, but he also knew that she could be strong enough to bear these injuries.

When the two came back, they happened to meet the monk who was carrying water for the temple, with a delicate appearance, full of energy, facing the sun, as if there were no more troubles in the world, Lan Ling'er's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he pushed Mo Yan on the side, and said: "You said that he is so thin, can he pick up these waters?" ”

Mo Yan glanced at the monk who was carrying water, and said with a smile: "He should be used to it." ”

Nodding thoughtfully, Lan Ling'er's eyes flashed lightly: "What will happen to him if someone suddenly helps him bear it?" ”

Mo Yan glanced at Lan Ling'er suspiciously, but saw that she had already called the monk on the path, stepped forward, and said, "Little monk, we stayed in the temple last night, and we were disturbed, and I was sorry not to go, you give that bucket to my friend, let us help too." ”

The monk shook his hand again and again, with a smile on his immature face, and said, "Don't need it, this is my daily homework." Puji Temple was originally meant to open its doors and welcome visitors from all over the world, so you don't have to mind. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked down, Lan Ling'er had a look of surprise in his eyes, but Mo Yan on the side was Wan'er, and the charming smile made the little monk pause in an instant, thinking to himself, there is such an evil man in the world, and sure enough, as the master said, the world is full of wonders.

Suddenly, his shoulders were light, and he saw that Mo Yan had already put the flat burden on his shoulders, and he left the monk a foot away in an instant, and his deep voice echoed in the valley, "Little monk don't mind, since my wife wants me to carry water, I can fulfill her wishes, you should just do a good deed." ”

Hearing this, the little monk was stunned for a moment, and shook his head frequently, he didn't know that there was such a man in the world, obviously dressed luxuriously, but he could deign to do such an ordinary dirty thing, just that, what if he fulfilled one of his wishes. Lan Ling'er followed faster and said, "The joke is too big, but it doesn't end well." ”

Mo Yan didn't care and said: "It's a big deal that I marry you, if you like to wander the mountains and forests like this, I will accompany you like this." ”

When his heart moved, he actually saw that he liked to wander the mountains and forests and didn't ask about mundane things? It's just that with such a friendship, she is destined to lose in this life.

opened his lips to speak, but was blocked by Mo Yan's next sentence, "Let's go, look at the weather, there may be heavy rain for a while." ”

Glancing at the bright sun, Lan Ling'er was speechless. But he swallowed back the words that came to his heart. He knew in his heart, why should I say that it will only increase my troubles.

The bright red brocade robe was particularly obvious, full of two buckets of water, on the mountain road, but there was no splashing outward, the sun was gradually getting bigger, and there was no sweat on Mo Yan's forehead. The nobleman carries water, which is funny but also harmonious.

After that, Mo Yan didn't let Lan Ling'er follow, and insisted on letting her go back to the room first. Lying on the bed, but unable to sleep, suddenly, a slight knock on the door.

"Come in!"

But I heard the voice of the abbot outside the door, "Master Lan, if it is convenient, please go to the old man's meditation room to talk about it." ”

With her eyes flashing, Lan Ling'er got up, straightened her clothes, and when she went out, she saw the abbot and another little monk standing outside the door, chuckling and nodding, and then saw the abbot commanding the little monk: "If another donor comes, remember to inform him, don't worry." ”

"Yes, Master."

The confusion in Lan Ling'er's eyes was even deeper, the meditation room was as simple and simple as imagined, and the two bright yellow mats on the ground were particularly conspicuous. Glancing at the Buddha facing the mat, Lan Ling'er was slightly stunned, but it was only for a moment before she moved her head away. The abbot looked at Lan Ling'er's expression in his eyes, but he didn't ask much.

Motioning for Lan Ling'er to sit on the chair next to him, the tea that had already been brewed was a little fragrant, obviously, he had already prepared it.

Lan Ling'er didn't speak, just picked up the tea in front of her and pecked it lightly. Seeing her react like this, a trace of appreciation flashed in the abbot's eyes, and he smiled: "What does the donor think, how does the tea taste?" ”

Nodding slightly, Lan Ling'er replied: "The lips and teeth are fragrant, but it is good tea." ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and the abbot said, "Is there a bitterness?" ”

Frowning slightly, Lan Ling'er didn't answer, but heard the abbot smile and said: "This tea doesn't have a bitter taste, the reason why you are not sure is because your heart is bitter." ”

Slightly stunned, Lan Ling'er took another sip of tea and said with a smile: "The abbot is looking for me to come here, not just to talk about whether this tea has a bitter taste." ”

The abbot had an unchanged smile on his face, and said: "The donor has too much in his heart, and he is heavy and tired, and I am afraid that I often don't want to move recently, and I can't sleep at night." ”

Laughing lightly, Lan Ling'er said lightly: "I think the abbot can go to heal people." ”

"The doctor doesn't dare to be a doctor, but if it is related to that person, the old man naturally has to be careful."

Lan Ling'er raised her eyebrows, she didn't want to have someone here who was so heartfelt to him.

As if seeing Lan Ling'er's doubts, the abbot continued: "At the beginning, their family lived in the pear blossom forest in the back mountain, but they were slaughtered overnight, and when I rushed there, there was only bright red left in my eyes, Amitabha! Good and evil are originally a thought, the country is ruined, and the rise and fall of dynasties is normal. It's just that this incident was caused by the greed of the disciples in my temple. Therefore, he was brought back to the temple. ”

"This baby is much calmer than I imagined, there is no slightest emotional fluctuation on the cold face, originally, I thought he was just scared, who knows, he seems to be born with such a temperament. But how can a ten-year-old child, growing up in a healthy family, be so cold? Come to think of it, it's just the impact of that incident. ”

"What does the abbot say to write?" Lan Ling'er asked, she knew Mu Xinghan's past.

Slightly stunned, the abbot looked at Lan Ling'er again for a while, and then said, "You really are his exception." The old man doesn't want to ask about all mundane things, but the donor, all good and evil have heads. When is the time for retribution? ”

Instantly, Lan Ling'er couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "What's the use of the abbot telling me this?" ”

But I saw the abbot smile and said: "The past life and this life, the previous life may not be this life, this life may be the previous life, it's just that, he was not a thing in the pool, and it is not enough to be burdened by love, it is really like this in the world." ”

His face was slightly pale, past and present lives? Lan Ling'er said lightly: "What does the abbot know?" What past life? What this life? ”

It's just that the abbot refused to say anything anymore, and said with a smile: "He was born with a cold disease, even the best medicine in this world cannot cure it, but he wants something related to that person, O iniquity!" ”

"Who the hell are you?" Lan Ling'er's eyes showed a hint of fierceness.

But I saw the abbot laughing loudly: "Donor, please go back, the old man said this, there is no need to be entangled in the past life and this life, you should cherish the present, if he ruins the world for you, it should be reduced to a place of no return." Last time, he blocked it, but this time the Buddha came, and he couldn't. ”

"Ling'er..." Mo Yan's voice came outside, Lan Ling'er glanced at the abbot suspiciously, could it be that he just ordered the little monk to come here with Mo Yan? It was actually a mistake for himself, but the confusion in his eyes became more and more profound.

But seeing that the abbot still looked at Lan Ling'er with a smile as always, and said, "Donor, let's go." ”

Seeing Lan Ling'er's back slowly leaving, the abbot had a little smile on his face, and finally turned into a helpless sigh. I only hope that they have a fate in this life, and they don't want to let the common people suffer anymore. Heaven punished him, although he was suffering, but it was not the whole world suffering.

Seeing Lan Ling'er's stunned appearance, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the open door, but he didn't see anyone. The purple figure in front of him approached, and seeing that he was about to bump into him, Mo Yan quickly moved away and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Coming back to her senses, Lan Ling'er asked, "Is there really a god in the world?" ”

Eh, Mo Yan was slightly stunned, but when he saw Lan Ling'er's hopeful eyes, he said honestly: "There were rumors 10,000 years ago. It's just that it suddenly disappeared. ”

"You know that, too?" Lan Ling'er said in astonishment. Why have I always regarded this as a myth and legend?

But he didn't care about it: "The history of the Northern Desert is much longer than Amaterasu, and the ancient books handed down from it have been recorded, which is not a legend, but a real thing." It's just, why did you suddenly ask about this? ”

Shaking her head, Lan Ling'er said lightly: "It's okay, let's go, go back to the capital." ”