Dongfang Shiming nodded. Anyway, since he came, he had to go in and take a closer look.

Thinking like this, the two of them drove the carriage and hurried to the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain, kicking away the slush.

The colors below the mountain seem to be darker than what I had just seen. Broken leaves and branches sandwiched in the mud everywhere, the atmosphere is empty and solemn, like the tragic scene of old age.

The carriage stopped in front of the door. The two got out of the car hand in hand, but saw that the temple gate was half hidden, as if no one cared about whether there were any visitors.

The only thing that could make a good impression on the two of them was the scent wafting through the air. This kind of incense is extremely rare, and it is not the incense of the gods and the fragrance of precious wood that is commonly seen.

With apprehension, the two walked to the door. I saw that no one was sweeping at the door, and even a pair of couplets were covered with dust:

"Smile at the flowers, and the river will be prosperous and withered."

Dongfang Shiming and the two did not know much about the Buddhism contained in this. Faintly audible voices from among them, they walked in together.

Upon entering, I saw a wide stone path. There are several stone carvings of mythical beasts scattered on both sides, and the simple lines seem to be natural and uncarved.

At the front, there is a large hall with a flat structure. Several monks carried brooms to clean up the remnants of snow and leaves in the compound, and the expressions on their faces seemed to freeze with the dim temple.

The two walked forward, observing the structure of the statue. A few monks in front of them noticed them, but they didn't come forward.

Bai Hao looked at them, felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and whispered to Dongfang Shiming: "They are so indifferent." ”

Dongfang Shiming nodded. The monks' minds are like this, and they are inseparable from the withered environment of the Nianhuaza faction.

There were villagers who came out of the main hall to worship, but they were a little angry. I saw a bald monk walking out with those villagers, talking and laughing, and it seemed that there were two worlds with the surroundings.

Only then did Dongfang Shiming notice that the reason why he was the first to notice the little monk's bald head was because the other monks were wearing a gray monk's hat.

The little monk's clothes are also different from the monks around him. Like a little spark in the ashes, unlike other people's gray robes, he was dressed in a dark red robe with a green pattern, which looked quite novel.

Dongfang Shiming and the two of them got closer and closer, and the little monk just happened to see them, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

I saw the little monk say goodbye to several villagers, and then rushed to the two of them. The two stopped and waited for the little monk to come.

The little monk ran very fast, even if his clothes were loose, it did not affect his movement. He stood still in front of the two of them, and politely folded his hands: "Two donors, are you here to petition when you come to our temple?" ”

Dongfang Shiming looked at the little monk in front of him. He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and seemed to be younger than Artemisia.

After thinking about it for a while, Dongfang Shiming also smiled and returned the salute: "Visiting your place today, there are some things I want to ask." I don't know if the abbot is here, we want to bother and ask to see. ”

The little monk listened to his words and scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed. He said, "Our abbot, I don't usually like to meet people. And during this time, his old man was in meditation and meditation, and I couldn't be the master. ”

"Oh......" Dongfang Shiming's eyes turned to the side, looking a little regretful.

The little monk was kind-hearted, and he was also a little distressed when he saw this. After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea: "Although I can't be the master, I can take you to Uncle Rongxing, and he has the final say." ”

"That's great." Dongfang Shiming smiled and thanked the little monk, "Thank you for the little master's trouble." ”

The little monk walked in the direction of the main hall first. Dongfang Shiming and the two followed, passing through several monks sweeping the floor.

The little monk waved his hand back again and again: "Don't be polite, this is what I should do." …… Uh, the poor monk's name is Huaqiu, you don't need to call me little master. ”

"Flower fur?" Dongfang Shiming just pronounced this name, and always felt a little strange.

I always feel that the master who gave him the Dharma name is a little uneasy...... I don't know why, though.

However, in terms of the meaning of the words, it matches the little monk's colorful monk's robe.

"Do you usually live in this temple?" Bai Artemisia asked, following behind Hua Qiu.

Hua Qiu turned around and smiled innocently: "Haha, yes." I have been an adopted orphan since I was a child, and I have no other relatives except the masters here. ”

"Ah...... I'm sorry. When Bai Hao heard this, he quickly apologized.

"It's okay, it's okay." Hua Qiu didn't pay attention to this matter, "The masters have told me since I was a child that this is my cause and effect, and there is no need to force and regret it. And the masters are very good to me, and I have a very happy life. ”

Chatting with each other, they walked through the main hall to the temple in the back. Hua Qiu led the two of them to a hall where the monks had morning classes, and found the so-called Rongxing Master in it.

"Uncle Shi, they want to come to see the abbot." When he arrived in the lobby, Hua Qiu's voice was consciously lowered. Walking behind the large monk, he said respectfully.

Uncle Rongxing was wide and fat, and the monk's robe was quite stretched on his body. He turned around slowly, glanced lazily at Dongfang Shiming and the two, and said, "The abbot has not seen outsiders recently. ”

"This ......" Dongfang Shiming felt slightly embarrassed.

The flower fur also looks a little cramped. He glanced back and forth at Dongfang Shiming and Uncle Shi a few times, and finally pleaded with Uncle Shi in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, the two donors must have something important, our abbot really can't ......"

But Uncle Rongxing still shook his head: "No, it's not good." The fate of the two of them is not enough, next time. ”

Bai Artemisia hid behind Dongfang Shiming and grimaced at the fat monk. Dongfang Shiming thought for a moment and tried to retreat: "Master Rongxing has been admired for a long time. The younger generation came on behalf of the Oriental family and wanted to verify the truth of a matter many years ago. Since I didn't have the opportunity to visit the abbot today, I have a few questions that I would like to ask the master for advice. ”

Master Rongxing said "oh", noncommittal.

Seeing this, Hua Qiu didn't want to talk much. He quietly leaned to the side, not disturbing the conversation between Dongfang Shiming and Shibo.

"May I ask the master......" Dongfang Shiming thought for a moment, "more than ten years ago, have you been practicing in the Flower Seat?" ”

Master Rongxing raised his thick chin: "Yes." ”

Dongfang Shiming wants to come to this matter. He then asked further: "Do you remember that the master once had any envoys from the Dongfang family who came to the door to inquire about some things that were done for his wife?" ”

The memories of more than ten years ago should be blurred by reason. However, the three religions of the Oriental family are friendly, and with the influence of the big family, they may be able to leave some shallow impressions.

Master Rongxing raised his head and began to recall in his mind. Dongfang Shiming then said: "Don't ask for details, as long as the master has a little impression of this matter." ”