Don’t You Like Me

This monk is not the same as the ghost that Lin Feiran has seen on a regular basis. The ghosts that Lin Feiran usually see, even if they have beautiful and beautiful features, are mostly because they are dead and unable to show good looks, but the soul of the monk is not only transparent. The rest are no different from living people. Even ghosts are also very good-looking, and the old-fashioned robes have not reduced his style, and Lin Feiran has seen it.

Gu Kaifeng slammed Lin Feiran's hand with a warning.

"I..." just thought that he was too much like a living person, Lin Feiran thought in his heart, but the words were in the blind.

Because both of them were shocked by the scene that happened in the next second.

There was a long queue of ghosts standing in front of the monks. There were always ghosts coming from all directions, because the backyard was too small to stand up, and the ghosts automatically and consciously arranged the queues into S-shaped, turn left and turn right. Filling up the backyard, the scene is like the train ticket hall on the eve of the Spring Festival.

The soul of an old man walked up to the monk and sat down on the ground. The monk gently pressed one hand on the top of the old man's head like a soothing child. The other hand folded his fingers and stood on his chest. Then he opened his mouth and sighed. Wen, accompanied by the voice of the chanting, the old man who seems to have resentment and resentment before the moment seems to have been melted by some kind of gentle power, and the eyebrows are full of kindness and enthusiasm, then the old man The figure is getting weaker and lighter. Just like the daughter of Zheng before, the little female ghost is getting weaker with the obsolescence of the obsession, but the process of resentment of the little female ghost is very long, but the old man is in just a few tens of seconds. This transformation was completed... Soon, the old man who disappeared almost disappeared into the wind coming from the face.

"...He is overtaking them." Lin Feiran whispered to Gu Kaifeng.

What the monk did and Lin Feiran did the same thing for the cat mother and the little girl, but his efficiency is much higher than Lin Feiran, almost one minute...

A ghost of a super ghost!

The two stared at the soul of the monk.

The monks overtook two ghosts. It seemed that they had an unusually eager gaze from somewhere. They raised their heads slightly and looked at them in the direction of the two. They looked at them for a moment.

Gu Kaifeng, who looks quite moving: "..."

A face-faced younger brother’s expression seems to have been circled by Lin Feiran: “...”

Deaf person: "..."

Seeing the monks looking over, Lin Feiran immediately cautiously said: "Master, hello."

The monk quieted for a moment, only staring at Lin Feiran with the light brown eyes, and looked at it for a while, and his eyes fell on Gu Kaifeng.

Lin Feiran put his hands together and said seriously: "Amitabha, I have yin and yang eyes."

Gu Kaifeng slightly turned his face and covered his smile with a cough.

The monk actually had a smile, but it was very shallow, like a shadow cast by a cloud on his lips. He bowed his head and said: "Amitabha."

"You are very good." Lin Feiran took a step closer and patted his chest, as proud as a younger brother who was eager to prove himself in front of the idol. "I have also spent two ghosts."

The voice of the deaf person calmly said: "A cat, with a little girl."

Lin Feiran was dumbfounded: "How do you know?"

It can be said that it has been ruined by the ring!

"The poor are savvy." The eyes of the monk seemed to see somewhere behind him through Lin Feiran. "You can know what happened before and after."

Lin Feiran suddenly remembered the booklet that he had seen before going up the mountain. He had a flash of light in his head and asked, "Are you a Master of Clear?"

The monks seem to know that Lin Feiran will ask this sentence and calmly say: "It is barren."

"The poor have not said anything like this for more than a hundred years." Cheng Guan Master suspended the over-the-top, screaming, "The donor heard the legend of poverty."

This sentence is like a question, but the tone is fixed, probably because he can know even if he doesn't ask.

"I heard that..." Lin Feiran said, his eyes stopped at the Bodhi tree beside Cheng Guan, and he whispered, "Is that true?"

The sound of Cheng Guan’s voice, Liao Yuan, seems to have come from another world, but there is nothing but calm and calm: "Yes."

Said, the monk under the Bodhi tree got up, looked up at the leafy tree, and extended a phantom-like hand on the rough bark, gently stroked the action, the five fingers fell in love. The gentle arc does not seem to be touching a tree, but like the long hair that shakes the girl.

"This is her reincarnation, I can see." Cheng Guan smile.

A soul that is contained in the depths of the tree, spotless, weak and persistent.

Lin Feiran couldn't imagine what the tree looked like in the eyes of Cheng Guan, because even in the state of opening the yin and yang, Lin Feiran saw only an ordinary Bodhi tree.

I didn’t expect that the booklet was actually true. Lin Feiran didn’t even know how many ghosts he saw, so he accepted the fact that the person turned to build a bodhi tree. He was silent for a moment, and the story was flying fast in his mind. After a while, half of the sadness is awkwardly asked: "Do you have anything I can help?"

Gu Kaifeng hugged him with Lin Feiran's shoulders, and he was very familiar with the wife's wife: "You said, you are welcome."

Cheng Guan took back the hand that was pressed on the Bodhi tree and turned to look at them deeply. It must have been seen that both of them were sincere. After a moment of contemplation, they opened their minds: "Can you ask the two donors to go here? On the west side of Sanliyuan, take a Buddha statue?"

Lin Feiran did not expect that the request of Cheng Guan was so simple. He wanted to say that he could mention something else. He heard the clear and transparent voice: "That is her favorite flower. It is a flowering thing to want to come to Xipo. When I was poor, I wanted to ask her to take a look."

"Good! We will be back soon!" Lin Feiran should be down, and Gu Kaifeng is going to pick flowers. The two have walked a few steps away. Lin Feiran’s face is full of enthusiasm and asks Gu Kaifeng. Which direction is West?"

Small things, don't talk about the West, and even the direction of the temple is not accurate... Gu Kai winds and laughs loudly, holding Lin Feiran's wrist in the backhand, pulling him to turn his head and going in the opposite direction, the two went out of the temple After the door, Gu Kaifeng led Lin Feiran to a small path, and the voice screamed: "Baby, this is West."

Although the weeds are flourishing on both sides of this dirt trail, the place without grass in the middle is trampled very solid. It seems that people often go there, but tourists will not come here. Gu Kaifeng walks in front of the road. Lin Feiran followed him, and he was embarrassed: "I don't feel very good."

Gu Kaifeng’s gentle voice came from the front, with a smile: “It’s not very good.”

Lin Feiran: "..."

At this time, shouldn’t you refute me saying that “it’s okay?”

At this time, Gu Kaifeng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and immediately turned around. Lin Fei did not stop the step and slammed it up. Gu Kaifeng took advantage of him and bowed his head. He said, "You don't have to look southeast and northwest. Just look for me."

"Yeah." Lin Feiran is not willing to show weakness, domineering back to kiss.

The two walked on the mountain road for a while, and Sanli said that it was not far away, but they used to climb a mountain and consumed a lot of physical strength. It is still a little tired to go on so many roads. Here is the West Slope that Cheng Guan said. Winter is the most pleasant time in H City. The wind is just right, the air is filled with the sweet smell of flowers. Lin Feiran walks into the grass and squats, fiddles with the front. The flower path: "These should be Buddhists."

Although he doesn’t know much about flowers and plants, it’s only the kind of flowers that are best in the mountains and mountains. The petals are thin and light, and the colors are bright. They are mostly red and bright yellow, and they are fiddling in the wind. elegant.

Lin Feiran saw that a plant was just as beautiful, and he was about to pick it up. Gu Kaifeng suddenly said: "Baby, or do we dig a few more for him? Then they can always see it. If it is folded, it will be tomorrow. Not good."

"Okay." Lin Feiran geared up to prepare the soil.

"Sit on the stone there." Gu Kaifeng slammed Lin Feiran's head and handed him the mountaineering bag on his back. He squatted down. "This dirty and tired husband is responsible, you only need to be responsible for the husband's motivation." It is."

Lin Feiran took the mountaineering bag obediently, and kissed Gu Kaifeng’s left face with a big mouth and asked: “Is the power enough?”

Gu Kaifeng turned his right face again: "Come back, kiss one side."

Lin Feiran and kiss.

Gu Kaifeng turned his left face again: "Continue."

Repeated ten times in this way, Gu Kaifeng's motivation was enough.

Lin Feiran, who is sore to his mouth: "..."

Say good "one kiss"?

Afraid not a octahedron?

Gu Kaifeng carefully dug out two Buddhas. In fact, as long as I want to, I have to dig up many plants, but I will plant them later, so it is better to be less. If I plant more, I will probably cause other monks in the temple. Attention.

After dug up the Buddhist altar, the two walked back to the monastery on a 1.5-kilometer mountain road. At this time, there were fewer tourists in the backyard. Cheng Guan still gave the ghosts under the Bodhi tree. Gu Kaifeng secretly licked the cat. Under the linden tree, Lin Feiran carried a huge mountaineering bag to block behind him, blocking the sight of other tourists. The first two days should have been raining, the soil under the tree is very soft, and soon Gu Kaifeng transferred the two Buddhas, and I don’t know if there will be more small Buddhas coming in the coming year.

"Thank you for the two donors." Cheng Guan overtook a ghost and got up and gave a gift to the two.

"You're welcome," Lin Feiran wiped Gu Kaifeng with a wet towel to wipe the muddy hands. "What else can we help?"

Cheng Guan Shuguang flashed a little: "If you can, there is something to be done in poverty."

Lin Feiran: "You said."

"I had hoped that this life would break into the empty door and make the world go. However, when I was seventeen, I went down to the mountain and met her." Cheng Guan turned back and stared at the tree, and there seemed to be a cloud that could not be scattered all the year round. She hates the end, she turns to build this linden tree, accompany me in the temple for ten years..." A sigh of sigh is as soft as a dream. "She is just a tree in this world, after she died, she I can no longer see the poor."

Cheng Guan slowly turned around, and the corner of the robes gently raised: "I am asking the donor to inform her that the poor is also accompanying her for three hundred years, and she is surviving in the shade of her every day... poor, from Have not left."