"Miss Yan, because of your escape, now there is a material panic, Zhong is afraid of facing a begging crisis, please give a little compassion to your good girlfriend in addition to falling in love, for this, Zhong is very grateful."

As soon as this voice was played, Zhong Pei couldn't wait to send another one.

"Good sister, make money!"

Yan didn't say a word, and sent a red envelope over to show the status of money in her place, under people.

Zhong Pei quickly accepted the red envelope, felt the difference between people, and tried his best to save a little dignity for himself.

"Money is not everything, be a person!"

Another red envelope was sent over, and according to the usual practice, it should be no problem to shut her up all day.

"Yan Ci, you are a good person."

Zhong Pei really accepted the hush money, and left this sentence and slipped away, giving Yan Ci a sense of tranquility.

Because of her own personal affairs, the work has been delayed, and she is not ignoring those dilemmas, and has been looking for suitable special projects to fill.

She wrote down many preliminary plans in her notebook, listing all the ideas that fit the theme of the monument, and finally, her eyes rested on the three words of the ancient temple.

The three words that were finally circled in the notebook were her selfishness.

"I've got to get out for a few days."

Shen Pingxiao had just finished cleaning up, wearing loose home clothes, and the towel was rolling back and forth on her short pin-and-needle hair, and seeing that she hadn't closed the notebook she had put away, she looked at it twice.

"Is the editorial office urging again?"

Yan Ci nodded.

"It's been delayed for several days, if I don't move again, Zhong Pei will have to kill him again."

Shen Pingxiao picked up her notebook and looked at it carefully.

Yan Ci's handwriting is delicate and powerful, and the pen of the writing is engraved in the blank space of the next page.

"Ancient temple, which one are you going to go to?"

"When I traveled around Mianchuan before, I heard the locals say that there is a thousand-year-old temple on the right bank of the Fujiang River, called the Holy Water Temple, which has been repaired several times, although it is no longer a serious monument, but the blessing is very good."

Shen Pingxiao didn't understand this, so he couldn't give her any useful advice, let alone criticize Yan Ci's work.

"I'll go with you."

Yan Ci found that Shen Pingxiao always used the question sentence of asking for opinions from the beginning of talking to her, which gradually changed to an affirmative tone.

Before she could raise any form of question, Shen Pingxiao made a lifting gesture with her empty hands.

"Bag."

For the rest of the month, Shen Pingxiao had nothing to do, all he had to do was to accompany Yan Ci as much as possible.

Just do it, it's just that these two people go out on foot for five kilometers in minutes, and it's like a rapid march to eat in the car, and it's like a secret competition, you chase me, no one needs to be taken care of, and no one drags anyone back.

Soon, they stood in front of the long steps of the Holy Water Temple, looked up at the steps that stretched to the top of the line of sight, and were stunned to count how many steps there were.

They looked up at the glorious temple at the end of the steps, and the temple was also facing the sky.

Yan Ci took a photo first, and then his eyes were full of desire to conquer it.

"Who arrived first?"

Shen Pingxiao happily accepted.

"Okay, what's the stake?"

Yan Ci didn't think about it, she was simply a desire to win and lose, and she wanted to compete.

"I owe it first, and I'll talk about it later."

Bending his knees step by step, Yan Ci saw that Shen Pingxiao on the other side relied on the advantage of leg length, and he was flying fast in one step and two levels, and he was not in a hurry, he had to adjust his breathing evenly and walk at his own pace.

With such a long step, it is endurance, and a quick time will only speed up your physical exertion, and the more you go to the back, the more you can't do it.

Halfway through, Yan Ci gradually caught up with the distance that had been thrown away before, and Shen Pingxiao began to fall behind.

Yan Ci was triumphant, muttering in his heart, that's just it.

She had been holding on for so long in one breath that she was already starting to get angry, but the damn desire to win wouldn't let her stop and rest.

There's not much left, and then insist on it.

There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and he didn't pay attention, and the thief wrapped his hand around his waist, lifted up from below with one shoulder, and carried her on his shoulder.

"Ah......h

This hug was caught off guard, and he was so shocked that he was so desperate that he was looking for something to hug, and he couldn't help but scream.

The rickshaw driver Shen Pingxiao carried her, the pace was fast and accurate, in order to ensure safety, he did not take three steps and two steps, but the speed was still very fast, as if he was doing his own to prove that he was not joking with weight.

"Shen Pingxiao!"

Yan Ci was beaten with fists while being tossed upside down.

Because on the steps, I didn't dare to struggle too hard.

Until reaching the top, Shen Pingxiao deliberately stood on the penultimate order and put Yan Ci down.

"Look, you've won, you've made it to the top first."

The difference of only one order was given to her by Shen Pingxiao.

Such unfair competition instantly made Yan Ci feel bored, turned around with a dark face, ignored him, and walked towards the temple.

Shen Pingxiao followed, he hadn't played enough, he hugged him again, and Yan Ci struggled in his arms like a freshly caught fish.

"Shen Pingxiao! I'm so angry! ”

He shushed and pointed to the large warning sign with his eyes.

"Look, what's written there, I'll read it to you."

He went word for word.

"Dharma is important, and noise is forbidden."

Yan Ci opened his mouth and bit down on his tense upper arm muscles.

"Huh...... Ah.........h

Yan Ci stared at his eyes and warned, "Buddhism is a heavy place, no noise, no shouting. ”

Shen Pingxiao instantly flattened his twisted eyebrows, and teased her without skin or face.

"It doesn't hurt."

But the hand was honest and slowly put her down.

Yan Ci tidied up his twisted clothes, looked at his obvious fear of his wife's cowardice in the future, and held back a smile.

As soon as he took two steps, Yan Ci, who had a psychological shadow, immediately turned his head, afraid that Shen Pingxiao would still engage in a sneak attack.

Seeing that he was upright and did not mean this, he warned.

"Be honest."

Shen Pingxiao raised his hands, as if he had taken an invisible air rope, and skillfully and quickly tied his hands twice, and then pulled them with his mouth, and spread his hands side by side, even if he tied them tightly.

Yan Ci was amused by his nonsensical actions, and Shen Pingxiao also poked her with his tied hands.

"What for?"

He was so strong that he sent his hand up.

Yan Ci understood, he wanted Yan Ci to hold the invisible rope and take him away.

"Good good ......"

She cooperated to pinch a cloud of air from his hand.

"Let's go."

Shen Pingxiao is rarely amused, but when he is happy, he likes to engage in some childish little actions, such as tickling and sneak attacks, which means that he is in a good mood at this moment.

Yan Ci likes to hear and accepts generously.

Neither of them had a deep study of Buddhism, nor were they scholars of the Tao.

When Yan Ci saw this magnificent architectural complex, he could only follow his own understanding of aesthetics, make some superficial scene depictions, take some photos and annotations, and then organize them after he returned.

Even, she couldn't call the name of the Bodhisattva in front of her, so she had to get closer to see the detailed explanation.

It doesn't matter, every stone statue here is generous enough to forgive ignorance.

With the purest and purest prayer heart, she worshiped all the unnamed Bodhisattvas here, no matter what aspect it was in charge of, and never changed the wish in her heart from beginning to end.

In the main hall, Yan Ci knelt on the futon, folded his hands reverently, looked at the delicate and realistic statue of Pilu Guanyin in front of him, looked at the eyes of the Bodhisattva, his lips and teeth moved slightly, did not make a sound, and silently recited the words that had been repeated many times in his heart.

Shen Pingxiao stood behind her, his tall torso seemed to be comparable to the gods and Buddhas in this hall.

He didn't believe in that, never did.

If the gods and Buddhas were useful, they would not have experienced so many births and deaths.

But when Yan Zhi kept and stubbornly knelt in front of them, telling what he was thinking in his heart, and praying sincerely, he hoped that the gods and Buddhas would really open their eyes and listen to her thoughts.

He stood in the light, his eyes looked directly at Pilu Guanyin, and the incense fluttered over Yan Ci's head and spread towards him.

In the incense, the gods and Buddhas went straight into his heart with their penetrating power, making him seem to hear Yan Ci's heart.

He suddenly woke up, and everything she was thinking about at this moment was him.

The gods and Buddhas can't protect her wishes, but he can protect himself.

What she asked for was not these unnamed Bodhisattvas, but herself who had been silently following her.

Yan Ci finished reading silently, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt that the corners of her mouth were more curved and her smile was more kind and kind.

After worshipping the gods and Buddhas in this hall, Yan Ci walked along the path next to him and looked for the Bodhi tree with red ribbons.

"Shen Pingxiao, do you think they can hear it?"

"Yes."

Yan Ci looked back at him.

"Then why don't you make a wish on them?"

Shen Pingxiao has never had the delusion of making a wish, because in his world, there are many accidents, but there are not many miracles, everything can only be fought little by little with both hands.

He didn't know how to explain it to Yan Ci, nor did he want to break her beautiful assumptions.

Yan Ci knew that he couldn't hold back half a fart as soon as he looked like that, so he pouted and walked straight to the Bodhi tree.

The tree is not too tall, the branches and leaves are staggered, rich and dense, and the red silk hanging down densely is the good blessing of the pilgrims, swaying with the wind, like a red silk rain.

"Shen Pingxiao, I've traveled a lot, but I've never been to Menghai, I don't know what it looks like there, will it snow there in winter?"

He shook his head twice.

"It doesn't snow, but it rains a lot."

The wind blew her hair, and a red silk fell from the tree, just on Yan Ci's shoulder, she took it off and unfolded it, and on it was a blessing written by someone else.

Today, today, for a lifetime.

Yan Ci silently squeezed it in the palm of his hand, looked up at this place full of mental power, and finally made up his mind.

"Then I'll bring the snow from Sailim Lake and the yellow sand of Taklamakan to Menghai to show you."

She turned her head to look at Shen Pingxiao, who was standing in the light and had not entered the tree.

His eyes were pure, and now he contained a heavy man in them.

"Then I'll wait for you with Menghai's water."