Honestly queuing for a long time, seeing that it was her turn, suddenly out of nowhere a monk walked up to Xu Su, folded his hands and bowed slightly, and made a gesture of please.

Xu Su was inexplicably invited into the side courtyard of the hall, which was supposed to be a place closed to pilgrims, and there was an older red-robed monk in it, who was looking at her with his hands down.

Xu Su's heart tightened slightly, and he always felt that he was going to be seen through by this glance.

But when I looked closely, I found that what the monk was looking at seemed to be... The Buddha beads hanging around her neck, the one Zhou Mochen brought to her.

"Hello master," Xu Su bowed and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with my Buddha bead?" ”

The old monk shook his head slightly: "The spiritual objects that have been enshrined in front of Puhua Temple for more than 100 years are not good, calming the soul and prolonging life." ”

Xu Su was stunned for a moment, knowing that this bead was worth a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

The mountain gate of Puhua Temple dares to open in the capital, and I don't know how many celebrities and high-ranking officials go to pay homage every day, there must be a few brushes, such a temple has been enshrined for more than a hundred years, even if it is a grass, it will be scrambled, not to mention that the material of this Buddha bead on her neck is obviously quite special.

To be able to get a 'spiritual object' from this master of the snow area, how spiritual it is.

But none of this matters, the important thing is why she was invited here, Xu Su wanted to ask, but the old monk took the lead in pouring her a cup of tea and motioned for her to sit opposite him.

Xu Su patiently tasted a few sips of tea, and then heard the old monk ask: "Has the donor ever been troubled by dreams?" ”

"That's right," Xu Su was not very surprised, she nodded lightly: "Before I put on this Buddha bead, I had a few dreams, and those dreams were so fake that I couldn't tell the real from the unreal." ”

In fact, Xu Su has always wanted to know whether the picture of the thirty-five-year-old Zhou Mochen guarding her in a dream she dreamed of a year ago was a refraction of her thoughts day and night, or whether her soul really returned to that world through unknown means, and everything she saw in her dream was real.

And then there's ......

The eighteen-year-old boy Zhou Mochen, although it was confirmed that it was a dream by the vinegar essence in reality, Xu Su also remembered it from time to time in his heart, as if in a parallel world, there was really such a person waiting for her, waiting for her.

Xu Su felt uneasy just thinking about it, as if there was a very important person being forgotten by her...

She was full of confusion and thought that she would be answered here, but she didn't expect the old monk in front of her to smile slightly: "Fake is true, true is false." ”

Xu Su: "......"

If it weren't for the fact that he was a little unfathomable and not very easy to provoke, she would have wanted to say: Please speak human words.

Whoever wants to listen to him say these specious things makes people listen to even more confusing words.

Probably her expression was too indescribable, and the old monk said: "Don't be obsessed with truth and falsehood, many times truth and falsehood are just between your thoughts." ”

There was peace and tranquility in his eyes.

Xu Su silently pondered the meaning of his words, but still didn't understand it.

So, those dreams are actually 'Schrödinger's dreams'?

She continued to ask, but the old monk stopped answering and began to close his eyes and recite the scriptures.

Xu Su was furious in his heart, and called her for a long time just to be a riddler?

Wouldn't the queue she had managed to get in line be in vain?

This evil fire quickly dissipated after the old monk offered to help her bracelet bless and open the light.

When she walked out of the main hall with the limited edition consecration bracelet of the monk, the collective consecration ceremony outside the hall was almost completed, and only the believers were still stranded, asking for advice from the monks in the hall.

Sika and Xi Zirong Jiang Chusheng were waiting for her, and when they saw Xu Su coming out, Xi Zirong strode forward, grabbed her arm, and looked down at her: "Where did you go?" ”

"Yes, why do you have special treatment when you come to ask for a Buddha?" Sika's face was unconvinced: "Obviously, we are together, but the little monk invited you in!" ”

Xu Su completely forgot his stupidity of not knowing anything, and boasted unashamedly: "Maybe I have a relationship with the Buddha, so the master specially invited me to meet inside." ”

She shook the bracelet in her hand and deliberately teased her: "The limited edition monk has blessed it one-on-one." ”

Sika said sourly, "Calling you in just to bless you alone?" ”

Xu Suke was reluctant to say those riddles, and nodded without a weak heart: "Well, and there is no charge." ”

Because there is no charge, it can't be a scam, so, Sika is even more sour.

Xi Zirong, who didn't make a sound on the side, suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Su Su, who are you going to give this bracelet to?" ”

"......" Xu Su looked at him with big bright eyes, and then looked down at Xi Zirong's hand on his arm, the silver ring she gave him was still wearing on his finger.

His eyes were burning, and he was almost ready for it, Xu Su couldn't resist it, and put the bracelet on his wrist: "Give it to you, give it to you." ”

Xi Zirong smiled contentedly, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to hug her tightly.

So, this string of agate bracelets that Xu Su bought in the hands of Tibetans and was consecrated by the one-on-one blessing of the monks, and the person who finally belonged to Xi Zirong.

Actually, when she bought it, she planned to give it to Zhou Mochen...

As soon as he walked out of the main entrance of Showa Temple, Xu Su met another riddler.

This time it was a monk who was preaching the scriptures, in the holy places of Buddhism, the scriptures were almost everywhere, Xu Su passed by, looked at it casually, and was stopped by the messenger.

The master inside spoke Chinese, but the preacher spoke authentic Tibetan, and Xu Su was confused.

Fortunately, there are well-wishers who are proficient in Chinese next to me who are trying to help translate:

"The master said..."The young Tibetan man stopped abruptly halfway through his speech, and his already red face became even redder.

"Little brother," Sika urged, "you said what the master said!" ”

"The master said..."The Tibetan man stammered to Xu Su: "Say that you are an alien, and your soul does not belong to an alien here." ”

…………

Sika sneered: "Is it such a compliment to praise people in the snow area?" Inhuman? Why don't you say that you are a fairy, a fairy in the world. ”

The man's face turned even redder, and obviously, he also felt that the messenger was praising the beauty of the girl...

On the contrary, Xu Su was silent.

She was really shocked, is there so many people in this place?

Any person you meet can say this kind of thing.

Even Xi Zirong and Jiang Chusheng seem to think that this is the meaning of praising Su for being good-looking, after all, no one will casually suspect that their friend is not a 'local', right?

Bidding farewell to the extremely eager preacher who spoke a Tibetan language they did not understand, a few people casually found a local specialty restaurant for a meal, and walked around the nearby streets a few times, after seeing the daily life of the compatriots in the snow area, the night gradually closed.

A group of four stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun and returned to the hotel.

(End of chapter)