The door was opened, but there was a crack in it, and a monk's face with strong traces of age peeked out from inside, and his eyes fell on the grandmother.

They talked a few words, and Xiang Huan could tell that they should be acquaintances with each other.

However, the monk did not open the door directly to let them in, and closed the temple door again.

"We'll go in through the side door later." Grandma explained to Xiang Huan and asked her to wait.

Xiang Huan didn't care, just took this time to take a look at the surrounding environment.

Although she has been in Marriage Town for some time and has followed Chengye to many places, she has never been here.

Within a few minutes, the monk just opened a small door next to the temple gate and let them in.

The courtyard inside was not big, Xiang Huan followed the grandmother to walk inside, crossed the threshold and turned a corner, saw a young monk sprinkling water and sweeping the floor, and didn't look at someone coming.

Very focused on the work.

Xiang Huan still didn't know who he was going to meet, and on the way, he heard the grandmother and the monk chatting a few words, but the content was useless.

Finally stopped outside the door of a side room, and the grandmother stopped and turned her head to signal Xiang Huan to stand next to her and not go forward.

The monk went into the wing room, and after a while, he came out and let the grandmother and Xiang Huan in.

The grandmother reached out and grabbed Xiang Huan and walked into the house together, but the monk closed the door behind and did not come in with him.

The furnishings in the wing room followed up the filming set of the Republic of China drama, Xiang Huan looked at the mahogany furniture in front of him, the hard couch and the low table, and finally stopped at the bright yellow futon.

At the top of the futon sat an old monk in a gray robe, with a straight back

Meditate with your eyes closed.

Hearing movement in the room, the old monk slowly opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

Grandma opened her mouth to talk to him, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, and Xiang Huan watched and learned to do the same.

The old monk gestured to the chairs across from him and motioned for them to sit down.

"After a few months, will it be smooth to go to the hospital?" The old monk seemed to know that the grandmother was in a physical condition, so he asked about the doctor first.

"It's all good, thank you." The grandmother replied with a smile, it was rare for her to have such a demeanor.

"That's good." The old monk said, his eyes turned to Xiang Huan.

Xiang Huan saw peace and gentleness in his eyes, and he also replied with a suitable look, and did not speak rashly.

She guessed that this old monk should be the person who was going to take her to see her grandmother, but it was not clear why she wanted to see her.

"This kid is the one I told you about, the bloodlight disaster has already been answered, and he happened to come back with me, so he will bring it for you to see." Grandma finally talked about Xiang Huan.

Xiang Huan listened, knowing that the grandmother had already talked about herself with the old monk.

I'm even more curious about what to say, and what exactly I'm going to do when I brought her over this time.

The old monk twisted the sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, looked at Xiang Huan intently, and said to his grandmother, "This child, I'm afraid he is rootless."

Grandma didn't respond in a loud voice.

This sounds like Zen, but Xiang Huan can understand it at once, knowing that what the old monk said is right, she is not a rootless person.

My father and mother are not there, and I have been in the world for more than ten years like Pan Ning, but I have no roots.

Xiang Huan hung his head.

"I'll let you see it for her

, what else can I see, I'm worried about myself......" The grandmother said and stopped, "It's nothing, just show her, you put your head up."

Xiang Huan raised his head obediently.

After being silently watched and scrutinized for almost three minutes, the old monk's eyes, which had barely moved, came alive, and he opened his mouth to let the grandmother and Xiang Huan drink tea.

As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea for each of them.

Xiang Huan waited for the grandmother to drink it, and then slowly drank a few sips together, she was really a little thirsty.

And I felt hungry, and my stomach almost rumbled just now.

"Come with me to fasting first, and then we'll talk about anything else." As he spoke, the old monk got up and led them to the temple to eat.

This was taking advantage of Xiang Huan's thoughts, and when he heard that he could eat in the temple, his hunger became more and more intense, for fear that his grandmother would open her mouth and refuse.

Fortunately, no, the grandmother also said that she came up the mountain before breakfast, and she hadn't eaten the temple for a long time, which was just right.

There were about seven or eight monks eating, and Xiang Huan followed the grandmother to sit on the wooden stool opposite the old monk, and soon the food was served.

Xiang Huan ate very deliciously, if she wasn't really embarrassed to add rice again, she would still be able to have another bowl.

After eating, she followed the old monk back to the side room, and after sitting down for another cup of tea, the old monk looked at Xiang Huan and called her name.

"You know my name." Xiang Huan responded with a smile, somewhat unexpected.

"I've heard the two donors talk about it a few times, so I naturally have an impression."

Xiang Huan was stunned, "Two donors......" she said and glanced at the grandmother next to her.

Grandma must be one of them, the other one

Donor, who will it be?

"Narino has been here, and I brought it, and I talked about you." Grandma explained in a low voice beside her.

It turned out to be him.

I've never heard Cheng Ye mention that he came to the temple, and I don't know when he came and what he came to do.

The old monk looked out of the window behind Xiang Huan and said in a leisurely voice.

"When the donor came, it was raining heavily on the mountain, and the donor knelt in the rain for an hour before getting up, and he also liked the coarse tea and light rice here...... Looks like you, girl."

Grandma coughed and picked up the conversation, "He just came out of it and went to my place, and I'll bring him here the next day."

Xiang Huan never knew that this was all about her, and the amount of information was not small all of a sudden, and her eyes were stunned and she needed to digest it.

He didn't say anything right away, just nodded.

The old monk and the grandmother did not disturb her, and drank tea quietly, waiting for her to straighten out her voice.

After a long while, Xiang Huan exhaled heavily, and said sorry to the old monk.

The old monk smiled without saying a word, and handed the tea he had poured to Xiang Huan.

"It's okay, if you have something to say, don't think too much, drink water and moisten it first." The grandmother also spoke, asking Xiang Huan to relax.

Xiang Huan took a sip of tea, and then asked the old monk what was the matter with the benefactor who came to the temple.

The old monk glanced at his grandmother, and the two exchanged their eyes silently.

"The benefactor is here to seek refuge."

The old monk's answer made Xiang Huan's fingers shake, and he almost dropped the teacup on the ground.

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