What is this doing?Ning Jinchen asked curiously.

This is marrying. Qian Er's face became more and more red: It is to marry the person you like and carry it home in a red sedan chair.

Ning Jinchen nodded indifferently, and recited a Buddha name: Amitabha.

Qian Er's face collapsed suddenly: People are happy, what kind of Amitabha Buddha are you reciting, the black hair on your head is darker than mine, what kind of monk should you be.

Ning Jinchen smiled slightly: It doesn't hurt to be a monk on the outside, but there is a Buddha in the heart.

Qian Er was a little anxious: How can you only do Buddha in your heart?

What else should there be besides the Buddha? Ning Jinchen looked at her blankly.

Qian Er almost said it, and after reacting to what he was thinking, he was so frightened that he almost fell from the tree.

Be careful! Ning Jinchen frowned and reached out to grab her. Qian'er's body shook in mid-air, and was slowly pulled back to the tree.

Thank you. Some were scared stupid, and Qian Er sat next to him for a long time to come back to his senses. When I looked down, I was still clinging to others.

If you don't let it go, you won't let it go! This person's palm is warm and strong, she likes it, what do you want to put it?

Ning Jinchen didn't feel anything strange, and watched the greeting team go far away, so he took Qian Er down the tree.

With his father's power leaning towards the government and the opposition, and his mother being rich and rich, Ning Jinchen is logically able to live a rich second-generation life, and she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. But he took Ji's grain shop as a place of practice in his life, where he did business, realized Zen, and chanted scriptures, and it seemed that people who came and went participated in the world.

Qian Er is always dangling beside him, the little girl is very clever, and she will follow him to read: The Buddha said: Don't be angry, don't be stupid, don't be greedy. Idealism, freewheeling, selflessness.

When the spring flowers bloomed, he sat on the stone and chanted, and she picked the spring flowers and jumped around him with a smile.

In the summer heat, he sat on the stone and sweated, so she raised a paper umbrella and stood on tiptoe behind him.

When the leaves fell in autumn, he sat on the stone and meditated, so she picked up the fallen leaves and put them together with his eyebrows and eyes.

In the snowy winter, he sat on the stone and realized Zen, so she made a cloak and put it on him with a smile.

Are you cold?, she asked.

Ning Jinchen smiled faintly: The feeling of the outside world is difficult to reach within five. I seem to have taken it to the next level.

Qian Er was stunned for a moment, looking at the person in front of him who was not stained with red dust, and was a little depressed.

After a few springs and summers, the second young master in the Moyuhou Mansion is said to have become the son of the world and is already about to marry. Ning Jinchen took Qian Er to watch the ceremony, and Ji Man looked at his son with starry eyes and said: Chen'er, look, Xi'er is married, what about you?

Qian Er grabbed Ning Jinchen's sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The son is not filial, and the second brother shares his worries, and he has a lot of guilt. Ning Jinchen smiled and said: My son is in the red dust, but his heart is outside the red dust, so he can't marry others.

Yan Ziqian looked up at him, three years have passed, this person's eyebrows and eyes are even more beautiful, although he is dressed in splendor, there is always a fairy aura that is difficult to hide.

Qian Er looked down at herself, she still has three years to go, and she is not in a hurry, there is still time for her to grow up slowly.

Mrs. Yan returned to the grain store with a large number of things, and Yan Buba followed behind, sighing: Madame, has she been in a bad mood lately? In the past, it was not possible to go out for less than two taels of silver, but today it only took one or two or eight cents.

You know how to count money. Mrs. Yan grabbed him, pointed to the big stone in the backyard and said, "Don't you see your daughter's thoughts?" This girl has been following the eldest young master for several years, although she is quiet, but it is not a way to continue like this, right?

Yan Buba was stunned, picked up the abacus and played: Since the eldest young master came to the grain store, the income of the grain store has increased by 70,000 taels in the past three years, and our salary has increased by nearly 1,000 taels.

Mrs. Yan was so angry that she pinched Yan Buji's waist: Are you selling your daughter?

Yan Buba gasped twice, jumped to the side and shook the abacus, and after thinking about it, he said: Otherwise, I will ask the eldest young master what he means. If he is interested in Qian'er, then it is not bad to set this family business for Qian'er. If not, the idea of cutting off the money as soon as possible.

Good. Mrs. Yan nodded, she actually likes men like the eldest young master, she is not arrogant or impatient, calm and capable. It's really reassuring to give him the money.

At night, Qian Er was pulled upstairs to the room on the left by Mrs. Yan, and Ning Jinchen was pulled to the room on the right by Yan Buba.

Eldest young master, please drink tea. Yan Buji poured him tea with a smile: I took the liberty to invite you here because I wanted to talk about the little girl.

Ning Jinchen was very confused, but nodded: Shopkeeper Yan can say anything directly.

Yan Buba sat down and looked more serious: In the past few years, the eldest young master has come to the grain store, and the little girl has been following. The little girl will be able to get married in a few years, and it is a matter of the little girl's name, and I ask the eldest son to give a clear sign.

Ning Jinchen's face changed slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Yan Buba, and her eyes were clear: Qian Er is too close to me, will it affect her reputation?

Yan Buji nodded: This is natural, the unmarried daughter follows the son every day, and it is inevitable to let people gossip. If the son is willing to accept the little girl, then it is easy to say

I'm not going to marry anyone. Ning Jinchen interrupted him, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: If I stay in this red dust for a few more years, I will always leave.

Yan Buji was shocked: Childe still plans to continue to become a monk?

Ning Jinchen pursed her lips: I have never been vulgar.

It has never been vulgar.

In the other room, Qian Er looked at her mother with a crimson face, hesitated for a while and finally nodded: I like it.

Mrs. Yan smiled lightly: If you like someone who can't be said, it's not a shameful thing.

Qian Er was happy for a while, and looked at her a little shyly and said: But I don't know what Brother Chen thinks, don't ask me, I can wait a few more years.

Mrs. Yan covered her mouth and smiled: "Silly girl, listen to what your father has to say."

Qian Er stood up anxiously: Daddy went to ask him?

Mrs. Yan chuckled: This kind of thing, how can you do it without asking clearly? It's not to delay your good years.

With a slightly pale face, Qian Er hurriedly walked to the room on the right. Ning Jinchen had already left, and Yan Buba was still in the room. As soon as he saw her, Yan Buba said in a deep voice: In the future, you will be less close to the eldest prince and practice more piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qian Er was stunned for a moment, and didn't know why: why?

Yan Buba didn't speak, only looked at her deeply, and then let out a long sigh.

His eyes suddenly became wet, and Qian Er stood for a while, then ran downstairs towards the big rock.

There was no one on the stone, and Ning Jinchen returned to the Hou Mansion very early today.

Qian Er looked at the stone for a while, sat down by himself, followed Ning Jinchen's example, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and said softly: The Buddha said: Idealism, follow your heart, forget yourself

If she can become a Buddha if she can do what she wants, then why can't she? The Buddha is really still a deception.

Ning Jinchen still came to the grain store every day, but he didn't talk to her anymore, and he didn't even look at her. After sitting on the big stone for three years, he never went again, and went back to the Hou Mansion after finishing his work.

Qian Er was a little panicked, she didn't like to always see a shadow of him, she stepped forward, and he disappeared without a trace. It's been three years, and she's been by his side, hasn't she? Suddenly without her, won't he be unaccustomed to it?

The eldest prince is a person who wants to cultivate the Tao. Yan Bu said: Wait for you to be ready, and my father will choose other good people for you.

Qian Er shook his head vigorously: I don't want it!

Squatting at the door, she finally stopped him.

Miss Yan, what's the matter? Ning Jinchen clasped her hands together and asked without waves.

Qian Er looked at him, he was about to get angry, but when he heard him say the first word, he couldn't help crying.

He stood in front of her, and his hand subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her head, but he withdrew it halfway: Amitabha.

I hate your Buddha. Qian Er said in a low voice: That's the devil at all, the devil who breaks people's seven emotions and six desires, and breaks people's hearts and warms their hearts!

Hugh is talking nonsense. Ning Jinchen glanced at her and wanted to go past her to the grain store.

Why are you avoiding me? Qian Er stopped in front of him alive and stretched out his hand to block him: You clearly like me to accompany you, we are together, and you often laugh. If you like to be with me, why avoid me?

Ning Jinchen was stunned, he likes to be with her?

The impression was blank, and I didn't remember anything. He is practicing, and naturally he only has Buddha in his heart and nothing else. The red dust obstacles are just calamities that he needs to overcome.

Miss Yan probably misunderstood. Ning Jinchen said: When I'm alone, I can laugh too. If you understand a Zen theory, you will laugh, and you will laugh if you understand a Buddhist saying.

It's not because of Miss.

Qian Er looked at him in a daze, and his open hands finally hung down a little weakly.

Ning Jinchen bowed slightly to her and crossed her into the grain store.

After that, he didn't see Qian for a month. I will no longer hear her noisy murmuring in my ears, and when I open my eyes, I will not see her picking a bouquet of flowers, smiling and asking him for credit.

Ning Jinchen remembered the words of the old monk of nothingness, the feelings in this world are all illusions, and he needs to see through them.

It's just that I don't know why, the weather is so cold, and he doesn't dare to put on the cloak she embroidered again. There seemed to be some kind of magic obstacle in the cloak that made him want to stay away.

The Buddha said that he sat on the big stone in the backyard of the grain store, reciting Buddhist scriptures, looking at the empty courtyard in front of him, and was slightly distracted.

The Buddha said: No desire, no desire, no thought. See through, read through, and understand. Qian Er came out with a smile again, grabbed a handful of snow with his hand, and smashed it at him.

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