2034 Hangzhou Jingci Temple

Here enshrines the statue of the Taoist monk, the folk habit is called Ji Gong, according to legend, Ji Gong was born in the eighteenth year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty (1148 AD), died in the second year of Jiading (1209 AD)), is a Zen monk, because the birth happened to meet the seventeenth Arhat statue (descending dragon Arhat) in the Arhat Hall of Guoqing Temple poured, people said that Jigong is the reincarnation of Arhat.

In front of the statue, a young lady is bowing to the Taoist monks, the huge bronze statue exudes a dim golden light in the incense hall, the young lady kowtowed three heads, opened her eyes at the moment of getting up, and looked at the bronze statue, the bronze statue of the dragon Arhat is not as hideous as other Arhats, on the contrary, this bronze statue has a peaceful face, Jigong is holding a pu fan, and his face is pleasant, and the curved eyebrows and the wrinkles on the face because of the smile make this bronze statue appear lifelike.

Miss stood up, slender willow eyebrows, a pair of deep and upward raised apricot eyes embedded in a fair melon seed face, tied a long ponytail, tall and thin figure, this girl is called Bai Yu, 22 years old this year, a senior graduate of a well-known university in Beijing, took the opportunity of the summer vacation to come to the West Lake to find relatives to play, she grew up listening to her father tell the story of Jigong, when passing by the Lingyin Temple, I heard that the bronze statue of Jigong is enshrined here and ran in to find out.

Bai Yu, the cousin who followed, stood aside and waited for her with disgust, "You are really weird, what is the Buddha over there who doesn't worship you to worship a crazy monk?"

Bai Yu smiled at this bronze statue, and his deep and bewitching eyes showed a smile, "You see how realistic and vivid this statue of a high monk is, what's wrong with me saying goodbye?"

Bai Yu was even more impatient, and glanced at her sister, "Worship and worship, still not leaving?"

Bai Yu looked around, and suddenly saw a cloth-clothed monk sitting on the incense table at the door, and there was a sign holder on the table.

"I'm going to draw lots," Bai Yu's eyes were immediately attracted, and he said as he walked towards the incense table.

The little monk who was sitting with his eyes closed and chanting the scriptures looked like he was seventeen or eighteen, young and handsome, and Bai Yu looked at him with a smile, "Little master, I want to draw a lot." ”

Hearing the voice of this crisp and beautiful girl, the little monk opened his eyes and saw the beautiful white as a fairy, his cheeks immediately turned crimson, and then he lowered his head, "Shi, donor, please." ”

Bai Yu pursed his lips, and a picturesque smile bloomed on his delicate face.

Bai Yu has such a demonic aura, maybe because of the rare beauty, maybe not just because of the appearance, it is the smile, a glance or a sideways look, all revealing a kind of enchanting temperament that ordinary people can never have.

Of course, this is also where my sister hates her, the same surname Bai, the blood of the same family, why did she give birth to such a feminine and charming Bai Yu, but she was so ordinary.

Bai Yu shook the stick, heard the sound of bamboo sticks in the stick, until a bamboo stick fell out, Bai Yan picked it up, and looked at the Guanyin spirit signature on it, "Meng Weijun's rooster cries to pass." ”

Bai Yu didn't understand the meaning of the sign, so he turned to smile and looked at the little monk who was still bowing his head, "Little master, what does this signatory mean?"

The little monk's voice was still cowardly, "I, I can't solve it, what does the donor want to ask?"

Bai Yu looked at the little monk's clean forehead, and had a condescending feeling, "Then why are you sitting here?"

Bai Yu's unique voice sounded coquettish, but was there too much pretentious complaint, the little monk heard it, his face turned even redder, Bai Yu smiled secretly in his heart, this little monk is too simple, the more shy he becomes, the more it arouses her desire to tease him.

Bai Yu, who was waiting on the side, couldn't go any further, and walked over and nodded Bai Yu, "Hey, it's almost there, you have nothing to ask for the Guanyin spirit lottery?"

"I'll ask for a question," Bai Yu blinked her charming eyes, becoming more and more beautiful, Bai Yu couldn't help but sigh, "Then you can play by yourself, I have to go back to dinner." ”

Bai Yu smiled and nodded, "Then you go back, I'll go around again." As she said that she was about to leave with the signature, the little monk found the bamboo stick she was holding in her hand and hurriedly stopped her, "Donor, my signature-"

Bai Yu turned his head and smiled, and the crimson cheeks that made the little monk go down a little immediately came up again.

"You say that this signature is yours, and you can't understand it, so I want to ask the marriage, what does this signature mean? If you can't answer, I'm going to take this signature away." ”

The little monk blushed, "I, I'll solve it." ”

"Oh?" Bai Yu approached him with a smile, "Then may I ask the little master, what is the meaning of this sign?" It was still the charming voice, with Bai Yu's delicate face and smart temperament, the little monk hung his head and didn't dare to raise his eyes, "This, this sign is Meng Weijun's rooster song, the eastern moon is Chanjuan, and the clouds cover half of the moon in an instant, and Mo Daoyuan is still lacking, and the missing place must be reunited." What the benefactor is asking for—"

"Marriage. Bai Yu didn't wait for the little monk to finish speaking.

The little monk nodded, "This signature is to say, is it to say ......"

"Let me figure it out. A low male voice interrupted him, Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, followed the sound and looked, not far away came a monk in Tsing Yi, the monk did not wear a monk's robe, dressed in short clothes, carrying two buckets, about forty years old, the wrinkles on the vicissitudes of life on the face are the marks left by the years, deep and full, the old monk put down the barrel, the little monk put down the signature and looked at the old monk, "Uncle Keats." ”

The monk, whose name was Keats, walked over and almost stood side by side in front of the tall Bai Yu. Bai Yu looked at the old man in amazement, his resolute face was purely an aura that could only be possessed by years of chanting and chanting Buddha in Buddhism without asking about the world.

Bai Yu looked at the old man's deep black eyes, and the old man also looked at her firmly. The outstanding Bai Yu has been accustomed to the side eyes of others, but he has never had this kind of gaze, it is a kind of unfamiliar but understandable and incomprehensible gaze, so complicated that Bai Yu has a strange look in his heart, and immediately escaped the old man's eyes, and thought that he was defeated.

The old man picked up the signature from the table, "Guanyin Ling, Meng Weijun's rooster cries to pass, and the donor asks about marriage?"

Bai Yu nodded, "Master, what is the meaning of this signature?"

Monk Keats looked at her calmly, "This sign is the image of the moon being covered by clouds." That is, everything. For the time being and conservative. Stay old. Jun Ruzhi's early years also. When nothing happens. Only years of hard work. Finally get into the best place. All the best. Good times are imminent. May you do many good deeds. That is to say, to accumulate virtue. The one who is in the sky. Jun Zhi is currently floating clouds and covering the moon, and there is no doubt. I have to wait for Yunkai to see the bright moon. ”

Bai Yu shook his head, "It's just not good?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, "Sometimes the signing document needs to be understood according to the time and person. ”

Bai Yu showed that trademark charming smile, and the old man was still calm, "Then how should I explain my signature according to the master?"

The old monk picked up the bucket and walked to the backyard, Bai Yu didn't know why, and immediately chased after the old man without asking a word.

Somehow went around to a quiet courtyard, Bai Yu looked around, "There is such a courtyard in this Lingyin Temple, it is not like a rebuilt one at all." ”

The old man walked in front and still didn't speak, Bai Yu followed him, there was a Buddhist hall in front of him, and an empty plaque was hung on the door, the old man walked in, and Bai Yu followed later.

When I walked into the Buddhist hall, I found that there were no Buddha statues here, more like a room where monks lived.

"Master, you live here?"

Monk Keats turned his head, "I've been living here for many years." He lit three sticks of incense and offered them on the incense altar, but there was neither a Buddha statue nor Guanyin on this incense altar, and it was a platform without a phase.

"Who is this for?" Bai Yu walked over and asked.

"The Buddha is also enshrined in the heart. ”

"The master is really pious, but the master hasn't told me the meaning of the Guanyin spirit sign?"

The old monk put down the incense, "The marriage of the donor is not bad, but the time is not good." ”

Bai Yu turned her head, her thoughts drifted out, how could Bai Yu, who had an outstanding appearance since she was a child, not have a good marriage, she has been a suitor since a few years ago, she has long been bored with the thing of marriage, and the endless stream of suitors is like a long-hungry fly, taking turns to launch an offensive around a piece of fragrant cake, no matter how she drives it, she can't be quiet, probably men are sensuals, and women with good looks are the real criteria for them to choose a mate, even if this woman is a dirty mess.

"The relationship you are clinging to now does not belong to you. The old monk said to herself, this reminder was like a thunderbolt, which made Bai Yu suddenly sober up, she suddenly turned around and looked at the old man. "Why don't you give up?"

Bai Yu raised his eyes and looked at the old man, there was a person in his eyes, his name was Huo Qingsong.