"But my second mother?" He Zhuowu hurriedly asked.

The disciple shook his head and said, "It's not Mrs. He, Mrs. He often comes to offer incense, and the little monk knows it, and it is a very young female benefactor." ”

He Zhuowu's heart almost jumped to his throat when he heard this: "Is Sister Sisi looking for it?...... No, Sister Sisi shouldn't have known at this time? Could it be that Daddy actually went to find her? If it's really Sister Sisi, how should I tell her?"

The more He Zhuowu thought about it, the more confused he became.

Zhixin looked at He Zhuowu's embarrassed look, and said with a smile: "Doesn't the donor want to see him?

He Zhuowu was taken aback, and thought: "Yes, I can't never see Sister Sisi in the future, and go to see her, when I tell her the truth, even if I deserve to be beaten and scolded! Maybe Sister Sisi can figure it out and change her mind, wouldn't it be better if she would like to make a private agreement with me for life?"

Thinking of this, He Zhuowu asked, "Where is she?"

"I'm waiting outside the Heavenly King's Palace. ”

He Zhuowu got off the house and said to Zhixin: "Master, I won't play this chess today, I'll go see her." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhixin hurriedly shouted: "It's okay, the donor will go by himself, the old man is waiting for the donor here!"

Outside the door, there was He Zhuowu's distant laughter: "Haha, master, do you just want to win me once? But you can't win—I'll go down to West Kowloon and South Ten for this one, how about the master?"

Zhixin was stunned for a moment, and landed the white son in the place He Zhuowu said, and couldn't help but lose color, his sunspot really fell into a siege, and he had no skills to return to the sky!

It turned out that while he was distracted by his speech, He Zhuowu had quietly reversed the defeat!

Zhixin stroked his hands and laughed......

He Zhuowu thought that Ji Sisi had arrived, but when he walked out of the Heavenly King Hall and saw the graceful back and bright black hair not far from the door, he was immediately petrified and stunned in place!

Although it is a very rare bright dress, He Zhuowu still recognized the beauty in front of him at a glance as Zhao Duxue!

Why did Sister Twilight get here?

He didn't know that Zhao Mingcheng didn't wait for He Jingting to propose marriage at home this morning, so he ran to He's house to ask.

He Jingting told Zhao Mingcheng about the "rebel son" refusing to marry and running to become a monk, and vomited bitterness, only concealing that He Zhuowu wanted to marry Ji Sisi and did not say anything.

Zhao Mingcheng was also furious when he heard this, and scolded a lot of ugly words, which probably means that He Zhuowu, a little beast, doesn't know how to lift, and my Zhao family's daughter is still worried about marrying?

Fortunately, the marriage between the two families was temporarily stopped, but I didn't want Zhao Mingcheng to go home and tell his daughter about it, so Zhao Duxue didn't say a word and immediately went up the mountain to find He Zhuowu.

When He Zhuowu saw Zhao Duxue before, they were all sisters and sisters-in-law, but now they look very different!

This indescribable subtle feeling made He Zhuowu stunned for a moment and then turned around and ran away-unfortunately Zhao Duxue happened to glance back and scolded: "Stop!"

He Zhuowu obediently stopped, turned around, and mustered up the courage to look at Zhao Duxue.

Zhao Duxue's eyes were red, and the tears in her eyes were still there, thinking that she had cried all the way.

He Zhuowu was suddenly a little distressed, and said timidly: "Sister......"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Duxue stared at He Zhuowu, her pink fists clenched, her cheeks crimson, she looked sad and angry, she wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and her delicate body trembled in a hurry.

He Zhuowu saw that Zhao Duxue didn't speak for a long time, and said timidly: "Sister......"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Duxue gritted her jade teeth, calmed down her emotions, and finally said softly: "The matter has been done, you go home!"

After Zhao Duxue finished speaking, she turned around and left, just took two steps, but stomped her foot again, walked back to He Zhuowu quickly, and asked angrily: "Am I so disgusted with you?"

He Zhuowu hurriedly explained: "Sister, don't misunderstand, I don't mean to dislike my sister, it's just that it happened suddenly, and I never thought about talking about marriage with my sister......"

"Hmph, do you want to marry you? If it weren't for my father's insistence that you accept your brother's marriage contract, I wouldn't have agreed!"

Zhao Duxue paused, pouted and said, "...... You...... Is it really just because you didn't think about it? Not because you have someone else in your heart?"

He Zhuowu hesitated and said, "Either no, or there is!"

What he said is true, to say that refusing marriage has nothing to do with Ji Sisi is to lie to Zhao Duxue, but to say that he refused to marry because the person in his heart is Ji Sisi, it is not completely!

Before yesterday, except for saying a childish word to Ji Sisi when he was a child, he never had the idea of marrying Zhao Duxue and Ji Sisi, Zhao Duxue and Ji Sisi are the same in his heart, they are both very fond and close sisters, in other words, if the Zhao family came to talk about this family business a day earlier, he may not agree.

But Zhao Duxue didn't know He Zhuowu's thoughts, and when she heard him say this, she suddenly became anxious!

"You, what are you talking about? It's Ji Sisi from the Forgotten Hometown Building, right?"

He Zhuowu heard that Zhao Duxue had already named him, so he no longer concealed it, and told him how to agree to marry Ji Sisi.

When He Zhuowu said this, Zhao Duxue's big eyes widened when he heard it, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he was twisted in He Zhuowu's ears!

"Are you stupid? When you were a child, you took what you said casually seriously?"

He Zhuowu grinned in pain: "It's just a matter of not being serious, anyway, my father won't agree to marry me." ”

Zhao Duxue had lost most of her anger at this moment, her hands sighed lightly, rubbed He Zhuowu's injured ear, and said softly: "Does it hurt?

He Zhuowu's face was a little hot, and he wanted to dodge but couldn't move.

"When are you going to go home? You can't really be a monk here, can you?"

He Zhuowu thought that it would be good to be a monk, so as not to worry about these things, but he couldn't say that to Zhao Duxue, otherwise his ears would inevitably take a few beats.

"It's always a bit embarrassing to go back at this time, so I'll stay here for a few days!"

Zhao Duxue was obviously still a little worried, and advised: "Then you can stay for two days and go back, save me...... Uncle He is worried!"

Seeing that He Zhuowu didn't react, he repeated: "Let you go home early, did you hear it?"

He Zhuowu said: "Mmmm, I heard it!"

"Then I'm leaving!"

"Well, sister is good to go...... Ah, there's one more thing to bother my sister!"

"Can you not be so polite?

"I didn't have time to pack my bags when I came out, I was going to wait for my second mother to come to me, but I don't know why my second mother hasn't come over yet, can you bother my sister to bring a message to Erniang and bring me some change of clothes!"

Zhao Duxue laughed when she heard the "poof" and said, "You are still a scholar running away from home?!" Okay, I know, I'll go!"

"There is Sister Lao!"

How did He Zhuowu know that Erniang Lan Hui was indeed coming, but it was a pity that his father He Jingting was angry, not only did he not allow Lan Hui to come, but also said that he would let this rebel son become a monk! In fact, it was because he repeatedly confirmed with Du Chong that Wanmu Temple would not let He Zhuowu become a monk.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and He Zhuowu didn't get up early on this day.

He opened the door and took a look, oh! The long beard of the abbot of Zhixin stood fluttering in the wind, and behind him, twenty or thirty monks of Wanmu Temple lined up in a phalanx, and thousands of uniques, thousands of ways, etc., were all in it.

Zhixin looked solemn and said to He Zhuowu: "The donor's fasting period has expired, and he can shave his hair and receive ordination, but I don't know if the donor is still determined to take refuge in Buddhism?"

For He Zhuowu, becoming a monk was originally a temporary thought, but after these few days, there was no decision.

Originally, he thought that Zhixin would not mention this matter, so he pretended to be confused and mixed up in the temple for a while, thinking about what to do.

Unexpectedly, Zhixin did not forget the three-day covenant, and put on this big battle, but taught him to ride a tiger!

With He Zhuowu's character, he naturally refused to retreat from the battle, and he couldn't figure out how serious the matter of becoming a monk was, so the corners of his mouth raised at the moment, and he replied to his heart: "That's natural, please ask the master to preside over it for me quickly!"

Zhixin nodded with a smile: "Good, good, so the donor will come with the old man." ”

He Zhuowu followed a group of monks to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, although it was broad daylight, the hall was full of candles and cigarette smoke.

A young disciple on the right side of the main case was already waiting, with an ancient wooden tray in his hand, and in the tray there were razors and ring rulers waiting for the use of the rham, which looked like old things from some age.

Zhixin motioned He Zhuowu to kneel in front of the statue of the Buddha, and he poured incense to worship the Buddha, sang incense praises, recited sutras, and taught He Zhuowu to read the vows of the monk, took the razor on the plate, and asked, "Is it okay to shave your hair today?"

He Zhuowu gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes!"

Only listen to the monks singing the monk's verse: "Destroy the shape and keep the festival, cut off love and have no relatives, abandon the family and the holy way, and wish to save all people ......"

Zhixin untied the belt on He Zhuowu's head, picked up a pinch of hair, and dropped the knife......

He Zhuowu closed his eyes tightly, waiting for his jet-black hair to hit the ground, but he didn't move.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the razor had stopped halfway, and his mind was looking at the top of his head!

After a while, Zhixin shook his head thoughtfully, put the razor back on the plate, and let out a long sigh.

He Zhuowu didn't know why, and all the monks also stopped singing, and they all looked at Zhixin with blank eyes.

"Amitabha!" Zhixin clasped his hands together and shouted to the Buddha: "Donor, forgive the old man for not being able to shave for the donor!"

"Why?" He Zhuowu asked, but he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

"The old man contemplated the heart and found that although the donor's wisdom roots were deep, but the dust was not exhausted, he shaved off his hair, and it was difficult to get rid of the world, and he would never be able to devote himself to the Buddha!"

Regardless of whether what Zhixin said was true or not, He Zhuo Wuyuan wanted to borrow the slope to get off the donkey, but after thinking about it, didn't it seem that he wanted to regret it?

He was hesitating, but Zhixin spoke: "Since the establishment of this temple, we have never accepted lay disciples, if the donor is willing to lead the practice, the old man can set a precedent for the donor, I don't know what to do?"

Zhixin's step was given at the right time, He Zhuowu's face looked very lost, and his tone was helpless: "It seems that this is the only way, but when I wash away the vulgar dust, please ask the master to shave my degree!"

"Good, good, good! He Sheng Zhuowu listened!" Zhixin said with a grim expression, "Lao Wei can accept you as a closed disciple, are you willing?"

He Zhuowu bowed to Zhixin: "This Zhuowu wishes!"

"My temple even the old man including a total of twenty monks have seven, except for the old man are a thousand characters, so leave your common surname, give you the name of the law called Qianshan, and then when you take the disciples of our temple to call yourself, you will be called He Qianshan!

"Zhuo Wu ......"

"Huh?"

"Remember a thousand mountains!"