In front of the solemn golden body of Sakyamuni, Lin Lang yawned boredly.

Ha!

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Lin Lang glanced at Shi Dan's pious back in front of him, and pursed his lips concealedly.

It's really idle.

Raising her wrist, the watch she was forced to wear showed that the little girl had been in a prayer position for more than thirty minutes. While slightly surprised by this girl's concentration today, Lin Lang walked forward slowly.

"It's late, shouldn't we go back?" Nodding Shi Dan's shoulder, Lin Lang motioned to the other party to pay attention to the time: "It's ......"

The words are not finished.

Under the little girl's thin eyelids, her eyes were moving rapidly.

"What's wrong with you?" grabbed Shi Dan. Lin Lang patted her cheek lightly, but there was no response.

"Hey, hey!"

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Forest...... Bright.

Telling the slut to get away, Shi Dan took out a bamboo stick from the marriage stick holder in front of the Buddha's throne with a red face. It was late at night, and there weren't many pilgrims in the hall, but Shi Dan still looked around like a thief, until he was really sure that no one had noticed which bamboo tube he was pulling out the runes from.

Place the bamboo stick with the explanation on it side down on your lap and the little girl clasp her hands together. In fact, like Lin Lang, Shi Dan himself does not believe in Buddhism. But the green grass in his heart, which no one had ever set foot on, ushered in the first visitor in his life, and Shi Dan was in a mess. In the past, when asking the Buddha about this kind of thing, the little girl herself was very scoffing. But for some reason, when he picked up Qiao Tu's invitation call a few days ago, the first thing that came to mind was this thousand-year-old temple that had been abbot Tang Sanzang.

I heard that the marriage sign here is very smart?

After bowing three times, Shi Dan opened his eyes. I don't know if it's because of the rain, a gust of wind passed through the hall, and the little girl was actually aroused with goosebumps in this hot summer. Tightening the monk's robe that was tightly draped over his shoulders, Shi Dan planned to return to the hotel after reading the words. At this point, Lin Lang's slightly tired face appeared in his mind, and the little girl bent the corners of her mouth, and her face seemed to be resentful.

Know you're tired, but ...... Can't you accommodate me a little bit?

In the end, I still feel sorry for each other. Shi Dan lowered his head, but was stunned to find that the bamboo stick on his lap was gone! Hurriedly getting up, the little girl rummaged around the surroundings, but found nothing.

How so?

Sitting on the blue futon again, Shi Dan's forehead was already slightly sweaty. After thinking about it, the little girl racked her brains but couldn't figure out how she lost the marriage stick.

Wait a minute...... Futon?

A flash of inspiration. Shi Dan lowered his head, reached out and stroked the bright blue futon fabric, and when he raised his head again, his face was as white as snow.

Shouldn't the futon in front of the statue of the Buddha be golden?

Da!

A knock sounded. The volume is not too loud, but listening to Shi Dan's ears at this time is like thunder on the ground!

"Who are you?!"

No response.

Because when he drew lots, there was still an elderly couple who had not left, so the futon that Shi Dan chose was on the left side in front of the Buddha. At this point, the position hasn't changed, but that's all.

The Buddha is still the same Buddha, but the person is no longer the person he used to be.

On Shi Dan's side, a young monk in a light blue monk's robe sat cross-legged. Although the flickering candlelight was a little dim, it was still possible to distinguish that it was a handsome man with starry eyes and sword eyebrows.

"Hey!" waved at the other girl, and the little girl tried to communicate with him: "Who are you? When did you come here?"

Don't say an answer, the young monk didn't even open his eyes.

"Are you polite? I'm talking to you!" After the initial panic, Shi Dan had adjusted his mentality to some extent. Although he was caught off guard, he should have been caught up in a fragment of time in the past: "Hey, which dynasty are you from? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, give me a word! It's not clear, right?"

The monk still lowered his eyelids and tapped the wooden fish in front of him.

"I said you ......!" the little girl stopped herself in the middle of the sentence. The past, the present, and the future, no matter how time passes, people are always people. And as long as it is a person, there will be a shadow.

But there is no shadow of this monk in front of him.

"Dream?" Standing up, Shi Dan circled the monk left and right twice, making sure that the other party really didn't react. Looking back at the statue of Shakyamuni, I was a little inconceivable: Leaving a dream in front of the golden body of the Buddha?

"Amitabha. Finally, the mallet stopped after another blow, and the young monk spoke. Looking ahead, there seemed to be a Buddha in his eyes, but there seemed to be no Buddha: "Buddha, the disciple has taken refuge in Buddhism for more than three years, but why can't he forget the old things?"

"The disciples chant the Buddha every day, thinking that in this way they can transcend all suffering. But why is it that as time progresses, not only has he not been able to let go, but his obsession has become deeper and deeper?"

"Master teaches his disciples every day to devote themselves to the Buddha. But how can we devote ourselves to the Buddha?

"Buddha, the disciple has had a hard time. Every day, every night, and even every hour, the disciple thinks about her. ”

"How could she be so stupid...... The Gao family is powerful and powerful, and the parents are close ministers of the Son of Heaven, like the sky. The second young master was born handsome, so why is he not worthy of her? Isn't it good to be her young grandmother? Why bother to seek death and life for me! Wow! Why bother! Why bother!"

Startled by the sudden outburst of howling, Shi Dan, who had been looking for a return since he found out that it was a dream, turned back in surprise. Looking at the young monk who fell to the ground and cried to the point of heartbreak, the little girl sighed with pity in her eyes.

Alas, it seems that it is another pair of sad people, and another sad thing.

However, mercy is mercy, and Shi Dan doesn't plan to do anything. If you have to take care of every pair and every piece, then even if you are a Daluo Immortal with mana, I am afraid that you will not be able to take care of it.

"Sister Lin, my Sister Lin. Turning around and continuing to explore the return point, the little girl already had a few goals in mind. For example, the pair of bronze candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue: "Why are you so stupid! Why did you throw yourself into a well?

"Buddha, Buddha!" Shi Dan held up the candlestick and shook it gently. I waited expectantly for a while, but there was no response. Disappointed, he put down the metal in his hand, and the cry behind him became louder: "Why is it Sister Lin who died?! Why is it not me who died? Why do I live to bear such a sin? Buddha! Buddha!"

"Let me die too!" After searching around, the little girl looked at the incense burner on the table: "Sister Lin!

"Hey!" knew that it was just a dream, and everything that was performed was already a fait accompli. But seeing that the young monk resolutely crashed into the stone pillar in the hall, Shi Dan couldn't help but shout in the end, and his voice was infused with spiritual power: "Crying and crying, looking for death and life, is it not ashamed to lose people?"