Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

The Mercy Temple is very famous in Jincheng, with strong incense, and there are endless streams of pilgrims every day.

Lu Qiao seldom comes here, there are only a handful of them, and he doesn't know what to do when he comes here to offer incense.

Lafayette is very familiar with this place, he took his little sister and led her to offer incense.

Zhuang Lanshan believed in Buddhism, and she paid a lot of money for sesame oil in the Mercy Temple. She came here often, and many monks in the temple knew her. After worshiping the Buddha statue in the temple, Zhuang Lanshan communicated with the monks.

Lu Qiao couldn't get in the way, and waited quietly for a while, seeing that Zhuang Lanshan might not be able to finish the conversation for a while, so she talked to her, and then went elsewhere.

Zhuang Lanshan was talking with the monk in the yard, and Lu Qiao walked into the main hall.

Counting it, this is the third time she has come to the Mercy Temple, and she has also worshiped the Buddha statue, but probably because of the weird dream she had this morning, when she entered the main hall this time, she always had a mysterious feeling.

Incense was burning in the hall, and if there was a faint smell, she calmed down involuntarily.

She walked slowly to the mat in front of the Buddha statue and knelt down. She looked up at the Buddha statue and looked down at the world with compassion.

Whether it is joy or sorrow, what happened in the past and what will happen in the future, Bodhisattvas know all about it.

Lu Qiao crawled on his feet, and suddenly felt small.

This world is bustling with all kinds of joys and sorrows, and what she has experienced is nothing more than this.

The din of the heart, the beast imprisoned in it, was pacified.

Lu Qiao fell silent.

Those pains, those injuries, seem to have gone away.

Lu Qiao clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and bowed reverently.

With his head on the ground, the scene in his dream suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, a beautiful flower of blood bloomed in front of Huo Yan.

Lu Qiao's heart trembled, and she bowed down again, the blood on her hands flashed before her eyes.

Paying three salutes, Lu Qiao saw Huo Yan's unrepentant face, and those eyes were staring straight at her.

"There are generally three types of people who pray to gods and worship Buddha. One is to ask for something, the other is to be a devout believer, and the third is to be a person with serious sins. They want to alleviate the guilt in their hearts by praying to gods and worshiping Buddha. Are you What kind?"

There was another person beside him, and a very gentle voice came.

Lu Qiao opened his eyes and glanced to the side.

It's a stranger I don't know, about 30 to [-] years old, looks very clean and clean, looks ordinary when taken out, but very good-looking, the more you look at it, you will feel good-looking, especially when you smile, like a breeze When brushed across the face, it makes people feel very comfortable.

It is difficult for such a person to make people feel guarded.

Tilting his head slightly, a tattoo was faintly exposed on the back of his neck.

Lu Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing.

The boy didn't mind her indifference at all, and showed her a bright smile.

"Which one are you?"

Lu Qiao remembered the weird dream this morning again.

She didn't answer, but the answer that came to mind was yes.

The sin is heavy.

It was very strange, obviously she hadn't done anything harmful, but when she heard this question, her first thought was that the crime was serious.

Lu Qiao asked: "What about you? Since you said that people who pray to gods and worship Buddha are roughly divided into these three categories, which kind of person do you think you are?"

"I?"

The boy pointed to his nose and rolled his eyes, looking very familiar.

"Of course it's the third one."