Xiao Lan jumped out of the carriage neatly, lifted the curtain, and smiled like a flower: "Childe, Jingming Temple has arrived." There was irrepressible excitement in his voice.

The purple-clothed young man smiled slightly, raised his slender white fingers and combed the two strands of hair between his sideburns, the silver mask shone like water waves, and a shallow smile hung on his red lips.

She slowly paced down from the carriage, her purple robe floating in the wind, clean and dusty, as if it had not been contaminated with a trace of dust.

The picturesque masked boy stands in front of the main entrance of the temple, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Xiaolan took a bamboo basket from the carriage and followed Mu Chujin into the temple.

I saw that there was a large incense burner in the middle of the temple, made of bronze, the stove surface was engraved with a silk lotus pattern, and there was a beast ear on each side of the furnace. The incense in the furnace was vigorous, and wisps of white smoke filled the entire temple.

Mu Chujin slowly walked into the inner courtyard and came to the Buddhist hall. The hall is smooth and bright, simple and elegant, several Buddha statues are displayed on the clay platform, solemn and solemn.

In the audience, many good men and women knelt on the futon and worshiped the Buddha and incense.

Smack-

The purple-clothed young man closed the green bamboo splash ink fan, and instructed Xiaolan beside him: "Put the things in the bamboo basket on the clay platform, my son wants to worship the Buddha, take advantage of this gap, and allow you to go out for a walk." ”

"Yes, Childe." Xiaolan nodded hurriedly, her voice sweet.

The young man stood in front of the bright Buddha hall, and his rhinestone eyes were pious and solemn. She looked at the Buddha on the main seat, slowly knelt on the futon, folded her hands, and gently closed her eyes.

Buddha, if you are truly successful, please bless all those who love me and my loved ones, and bless them to live in peace, health, and happiness......

And also......

Liu Chengfeng, let him live happily in that world, and don't worry about me at all.

Spreading out his palms, the young man leaned down, gently knelt on the ground, and kowtowed.

Even if Liu Chengfeng betrayed her, she still hopes that he is good, at least he lives better than herself, she is not qualified to complain about someone, and she has no ability to ask for the love of others, she just wants to live unrestrained and plain, to be a happy self, but when she is reborn as the princess of Mu Guo, her life is destined to be extraordinary.

Mu Chujin got up, straightened his clothes, and sighed softly, as if he had sustenance in his heart, and finally he would not feel helpless in another world, and the Buddha could still listen to his heart.

She looked back outside the hall, looking for Xiaolan's figure, her eyebrows twisted slightly, where did this little girl go to play, why hasn't she come yet? But there is a trace of strangeness in my heart, a faint, warm feeling, worried that a person is like this, anxious and filled with a faint warmth, so strange!

She raised her eyes, glanced at the Buddha Hall, and saw a small stall in the west corner of the Buddha Hall, the stall owner was a monk who was over the age of six, with slightly drooping eyes, the beard on the front chest was as messy as a hedgehog, and the gray monk's robe on his body was a little white. There are many people worshipping Buddha in the hall, and the noise is endless, but the calm and calm demeanor of the old monk has a clear rhyme that is not stained by mud.

"Hey! You see, that's the Master of Emptiness, I heard that he writes the signature very accurately, let's go and see. A man and a woman next to him whispered, holding hands, and walked towards the stall.

The old monk looked up at them, pondered slightly, and then wrote the signature on the signing paper like a dragon and a snake, and the pair of men and women took the signing paper, looked pious and respectful, looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said in unison: "Thank you for the master's guidance." ”

"Amitabha." The old monk folded his hands and closed his eyes slightly.

The man and woman looked at each other and smiled, and left hand in hand.

Mu Chujin watched from the side, guessing that the couple just now must have been married, otherwise they wouldn't be so happy! I think that the old monk must have said something pleasing to them, which is nothing more than Zen sayings such as a hundred years of good harmony and white head to old age. Thinking of this, the rhinestone-like eyes rose with a hint of disdain.

"The female donor has been watching for so long, don't you want to sit down and take a test?" An old voice suddenly came.

Mu Chujin was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the old monk with his eyes slightly closed, his eyebrows leisurely and comfortable, sitting on the bamboo chair by the stall like a statue, standing still, as if he hadn't spit out a word just now.

The purple-clothed young man gathered his eyebrows, walked over slowly, sat down in an elegant robe, looked at the old monk in front of him, and the disdain in his eyes dissipated: "The master closes his eyes, how do you know that I am a woman?" A crisp voice, with a hint of confusion.

"Amitabha, the donor's voice walking is light and delicate, according to the experience of poor monks, it must be a woman."

"Master, good ears!" Mu Chujin folded his fan, his eyes full of admiration.

The old monk put his hands together, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk sees that the donor has deep roots, so it is better to calculate it for the donor, is the female donor planning to measure marriage, or family luck and financial luck?" ”

Mu Chujin also saluted: "Master of Empty Silence, the believer does not ask for anything else, only the fate, how about asking the master to help the believer calculate the future fate?" ”

Hearing this, Master Empty Silence opened his eyes "Huo", and his cloudy eyes flashed with a bright color, "Can the female benefactor stretch out her right hand and let the poor monk take a look." ”

"Hmm." Mu Chujin nodded lightly and handed his right hand to Master Empty Silence.

When the master of emptiness saw it, his clear eyes shook him with horror.

Sensing the master's strange appearance, Mu Chujin hurriedly asked, "Master, may I ask what is the future life of the letter girl?" ”

The old monk's eyes were shocked, and he did not answer Mu Chujian's inquiry, but just lowered his head and played with the Buddha beads, his lips kept moving, and suddenly the Buddha beads broke, and the Buddha beads were scattered all over the ground.

Mu Chujian's eyes were surprised, and he hurriedly shouted, "Master? ”

Master Empty Silence sighed, glanced at Mu Chujian, lowered his eyes lightly, and regained his calmness, "Female donor, your life is strange and strange, it is beyond the scope of the old monk's understanding, the poor monk is incompetent, and he really can't measure the girl's life!" ”

Mu Chujin had a faint sense of loss in her eyes, and when she saw Xiaolan who had just come in from outside, she hurriedly called out to her: "Xiaolan, come here!" Immediately, Mu Chujin turned his head and said to the old monk: "Master, can you give this girl a marriage sign?" ”

Master Silence opened his eyes and nodded suddenly, "Yes." Then he picked up the pen and wrote, the pen was ethereal and clear, the pen was dusty, and there were no distracting thoughts.

Mu Chujin picked up Xiaolan's marriage sign, and her signature read, "The sun is falling, the danger is in the palm of your hand, the front beach is easy to pass, and there is a back beach." ”

"Female benefactor, although the poor monk can't give you a signature, he can give you a marriage signature. The poor monk was really ashamed, it seemed that he still needed to retreat and cultivate, and the two female benefactors, the poor monk took his leave. Master Silence left the stall.