Jiang Wanmu pressed her curiosity and didn't look back, she stretched out her hand and quickly tore down the auspicious words, signaling her to follow the flow of people and move forward. The Buddha enshrined in the main hall has made her feel that the Guangming Temple is unusual. The famous temple in the deep mountains and the murderous Buddha cannot be awakened at will, as if they are hidden in the secret of eternity. Everyone in the palace followed the monk with bated breath, and the monk stepped forward and did not look back.

After Jiang Wanmu and Ji Yan walked through the palace of Guangming Temple, the people in front of them gradually separated, men and women lined up in two rows, and the people who followed behind consciously joined their line, Jiang Wanmu and Ji Yan joined the queue naturally. One by one, a whispering voice came from behind him: "Sister, what are we going to do?" Immediately, a soft 'shh' sounded, and the whispering voice disappeared.

Jiang Wanmu pushed Ji Yan in front of her, and shook her head at her when she looked back. They turned a corner and saw a monk handing out fasting meals. Jiang Wanmu had already seen the prince and Mrs. Shizi carrying the food and turning into a large hall, followed by the same person serving the food. When it was Jiang Wanmu's turn, after she saluted the monks, she took the light yellow rice and two vegetarian dishes, and motioned to Ji Yan, who was waiting on the side, to follow the direction of the adult flow.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the sky was now drifting with rain again. Jiang Wanmu saw that under the many trees outside the hall, there were already many people squatting with food. She and Ji Yan continued to walk forward against the raindrops, and came to a tree with wide veins, and saw that the shade of the tree was clean and unoccupied. The two of them hurriedly walked over and looked at the roots of the trees that were sticking out of the ground. Jiang Wanmu had already sat down naturally, and Ji Yan sighed lightly and sat down with her. The people behind saw Jiang Wanmu under the tree, and swept away one after another.

Jiang Wanmu and Ji Yan finished their meal and carefully placed the tableware on the ground in front of them. At this time, the two of them had the leisure to look at the rain outside the tree, and the shade of the tree was thick enough to cover all the rain flowers, and the people under the shade of the tree. All of them look refreshing. Jiang Wanmu looked at the people under the tree next to her, and then looked up at the leaves on the tree. Ji Yan stood up at this time, stretched out his hand to climb a leaf. Jiang Wanmu hurriedly stood up and stretched out her hand to intercept her. A soft voice said: "Ji Yan, we can't take every flower, leaf or grass in the Guangming Temple. ”

Ji Yan withdrew his hand. Looking at the people around, he said softly, "It's okay, Miss reminded me." Don't dare to speak loudly here. I always feel that it will disturb the people who can't be alarmed. "The solemnity of the Guangming Temple is sacrosanct, as long as you look at the expressions of the people in the palace, you can know three points. The people in the palace have always been the best at looking at their eyes, but now they are slow to speak and act one by one, obviously showing special respect for the people and things here.

The rain outside drifted down, and the drizzle was Jiang Wanmu's favorite in her previous life. For the first time in her life, she came to worship the Buddha. The Buddha can only look up and cannot get close. The monk came to collect the tableware, Jiang Wanmu stood up and performed the Buddha salute, and asked, "Master, I want to be close to the Buddha, I don't know where to get started?" The monk bent down to take the empty tableware, stood up and looked at Jiang Wanmu and said, "The Buddha is in the heart, and you can enter everywhere." As long as the door of the temple is open, you can enter and feel the light of the Buddha. Jiang Wanmu saluted him again.

The drizzle was still falling, and the people under the trees had come out. Jiang Wanmu walked out of the shade of the tree, in Ji Yan's disapproving gaze. Walking into the rain, he said to Ji Yan, who came up with him, "Accompany me to worship the Buddha." Jiang Wanmu and Ji Yan walked through many palace gates, but they just stood at the side door of the palace, bent down to bow and then turned away. Along the way, there were monks coming and going, and their faces were calm and dusty. Ji Yan always felt that Jiang Wanmu was looking for the Buddha she wanted in her heart. followed her to one palace after another, and walked to the entrance of the most remote palace of the Guangming Temple.

Jiang Wanmu's hair was already slightly wet, and in front of her was the last palace dedicated to the Buddha in Guangming Temple. She has seen so many Buddhas, and none of them can make her stop, which is about what people call no Buddha. Ji Yan followed Jiang Wanmu to stop, saw the struggling look in her eyes, and saw her speed up for a long time, as if she was going to rush directly. Jiang Wanmu sped up her pace and rushed into the side door of the open palace, and saw the Buddha sitting down a plain-clothed monk for the first time, sitting cross-legged and sitting at a table with her eyes closed, and the paper, ink, pen and inkstone were placed on the table, all of which were complete and new.

Jiang Wanmu couldn't hide the strange meaning in her eyes, she and Ji Yan didn't let go of their footsteps, and they didn't wake up the sitting monk. Jiang Wanmu looked at the monk's peaceful expression, and her expression calmed down. She walked to the cushion in front of the Buddha seat, knelt down and raised her eyes to look at the Buddha seat, the dark golden Buddha seat, sitting dignified Buddha, the golden light of the Buddha. Jiang Wanmu looked at the big belly and the kind smiling face, she knocked her head down heavily, and raised her face full of tears after three strokes.

Jiang Wanmu saw the Buddha's smile in tears, in her previous life, she accompanied her grandparents who believed in Buddhism to the Buddha gate, and often saw this Buddha. She doesn't believe in Buddhism, she always sends her grandparents to the door of the Buddha, and then runs to other places to play. That year was about after her parents' marriage change, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, her grandparents asked her to accompany Shangxiang, and after leaving the palace, her grandfather grabbed her hand and asked her to read the world-famous couplet. After she finished reading with a smile, her grandfather looked at her and said, "Little lazy, you have to keep these two sentences in mind, there is no big deal in the world, it will be over for a long time, no matter how difficult it is." ”

Ji Yan had never seen Jiang Wanmu crying, and now she looked at the person lying on the ground, whimpering and crying in shock. Jiang Wanmu saw the Buddha again, but the years have passed. How can the beloved family members in their previous lives accept their sudden departure, the elderly ancestors, with white hair and green hair, are their own unfilial piety, which makes the old people sad. Jiang Wanmu's usual indifference became a sad cry at this time. The monk opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was weeping bitterly under the Buddha.

Ji Yanmu stood aside and cried quietly. When Jiang Wanmu looked up again, she saw that the Buddha group was still smiling lovingly, and turned her head to see the monk's peaceful gaze. She stood up and walked up to the monk to perform a Buddhist salute and asked, "Can I write a few words on the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of you?" The monk nodded and stood up to help pour water and grind ink, Jiang Wanmu opened the long pair of paper, stood in front of the table and picked up the pen, when she wrote the first word, the tears couldn't help but fall, she reached out to wipe the tears away, and continued to write.

The monk's eyes gradually became surprised as she put down the pen, and when Jiang Wanmu changed the paper, he had already taken the initiative to put aside the long paper he had written, and then continued to carefully add water and polish the ink. After Jiang Wanmu finished writing the second piece of paper, her eyes became clear, and the tears in her eyes had been retracted. She put the pen in the pen. She looked at the first pair of dry ink, and when she reached for the paper, the monk saluted her and said, "Thank you for the ink." ”

Jiang Wanmu listened to his words, withdrew her outstretched hand, and returned the salute to him, saying, "I promised someone early, there are still five years, and I can't leave pen and ink outside." It's just a kind of fate, the first time I wrote in front of my master, I think Buddhism is somewhat different from the world. Even if that person knew about it, he would be able to understand it. Please promise me that after five years, you will be able to mention the person who writes with someone, or I will destroy this word, and after five years, I will write it again and ask someone to send it again. ”

The monk glanced at Jiang Wanmu and said softly: "The big belly can tolerate the intolerable things in the world, and he will laugh at the ridiculous people in the world when he opens his mouth." It's too apt for couplets. Donor, I believe that you will send the same words in five years, but when you write it, you may not be in the mood you are in today's mood. I can't promise you not to tell anyone, but I promise that I will only tell two or three people, and I promise them that you will not spread the word, and that you will wait until five years later before mentioning the person who writes. He glanced at Jiang Wanmu, who was hesitant, and said, "Such a good sentence, such a good pen and ink." I always have to explain the origin of this couplet to the master and the presiding officer above. Buddhism does not lie. ”

Jiang Wanmu looked up at the Buddha's compassionate smiling face, nodded lightly and said, "I heard this sentence by chance, I saw the Buddha today, I felt close to nature, and I couldn't help but write it down." I believe that if the master agrees to come down, he will write it because of fate. I personally hope that in five years, there will still be no outsiders in the temple who write and write. The little woman is mediocre in all aspects, there is no great talent, I only wish to live safely and freely in this life, and I hope that the masters can fulfill my little wish. The monk bowed solemnly and said, "I will write down the words of the benefactor." ”

Jiang Wanmu walked to the Buddha's seat, and after kneeling down again, she looked up at the smiling Buddha, her eyes shining with tears. She stood up and stretched out her hand to pull Ji Yan who was standing aside, and rushed out without daring to turn her head. The monk had now packed up the papers, and ran out from behind them with joyful hands, turning corners and running away. Ji Yan looked at Jiang Wanmu, who was still crying, she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, and she pulled Jiang Wanmu behind the big tree with her backhand. Ji Yan stretched out his hand and took out the clean handkerchief in his arms, stretched out the shade of the tree and wet it with the rain, handed it to Jiang Wanmu and said, "Miss, quickly wipe your face, it sounds like someone is coming this way." ”

Jiang Wanmu also heard the sound of footsteps at this time, she took the handkerchief in Ji Yan's hand, buried her face in the wet handkerchief, and carefully wiped the tears on her face. She raised her eyes and said to Ji Yan: "After crying, I feel much more comfortable. Ji Yan, when you want to cry in the future, I won't stop you. Ji Yan looked at her red eyes and heard someone listen in a low voice: "Wan Mu." Ji Yanshou grabbed Jiang Wanmu nervously, and the two listened carefully, it was Lian Hao's voice.

Jiang Wanmu gently patted Ji Yan's hand, and after the two stepped out of the tree, Jiang Wanmu looked at Lian Hao who turned his head when he heard the movement, he looked at her with sweat on his face, and ran over and reprimanded her in a low voice: "Guangming Temple is not a place where you are messing around, I have been looking for you several times." Come with me. After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Wanmu's obviously crying red eyes, and was surprised to see that Ji Yan was obviously also crying.

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