Hades Slowly Chasing His Husband

After a group of people arrived at Yangxin Temple, the sky was already dark, and Black and White Wuchang waited for two or three hours before they arrived.

Seeing Wang Xuecheng's face is not very good-looking, they looked at each other, human life is sometimes so fragile, if you say no, it will be gone.

The so-called natural and man-made disasters are nothing more than that.

The souls of the two of them have been trapped for thousands of years, and all kinds of life and death are nothing to them.

All they cared about was each other, and a few close friends, and finally Shengwu, King of Pluto.And they, the end of life, do not know where is the end.

In terms of comfort, the two of them have nothing to say, and they are not eloquent people. If Yu Zhi comes, maybe they can persuade them a few words.

Master Huixin, the abbot of Yangxin Temple, is an eminent monk. Although he has never seen black and white impermanence, he can recognize that the two are not ordinary people.

Being able to enter and leave the temple freely means that you are not afraid of the Buddha's light, and you are not some evil thing, so just turn a blind eye and close your eyes.

Master Huixin greeted him in person, and after performing the Namasto salute to Wang Xuecheng, he turned the beads in his hand and said unhurriedly: "Amitabha, it seems that the empress is deeply depressed and has something hard to let go of. If the empress needs it, you can come to the meditation room. Looking for the old monk, the old monk will definitely solve the problem for the empress."

Wang Xuecheng replied: "Thank you, master."

Master Huixin smiled and told his disciples: "Lingwu, take the empress to offer incense and worship the Buddha, then bring it to the tidied side room and prepare vegetarian dishes."

Ling Wu respectfully said: "Yes, master."

All the monks in the temple spoke in a leisurely manner, and they spoke slowly, which made people's hearts calm down for no reason.

Inside the Daxiong Hall, there are majestic Buddha statues, golden statues, and the Tathagata is seated with a peaceful smile.

Wang Xuecheng took the three incense sticks that Ling Wu handed over. The incense sticks were already lit, and there was white smoke puffing from above. After careful examination, there was a faint fragrance, which could make people cry when they got close.

Wang Xuecheng knelt on the grass futon, kowtowed three times reverently, closed his eyes, and told the Buddha the wish in his heart.

Believers first want to seek the safety of their loved ones.

The second is to seek peace in this world.

The third is to ask the one you love not to let him down.

Throughout his life, he just wanted to be by that person's side, no matter how hard it was.

Lingwu took the three sticks of incense in his hand and inserted them into the incense burner directly in front of him. The burning incense head turned gray, and eventually fell into the incense burner, merging with all the previous incense ash.

There are tens of thousands of suffering lovers in the world, and there are not a few who tell the Buddha about their suffering.

If he prays to Buddha sincerely, the wishes he makes will come true. If he has too many wishes, just ask for the first wish to come true.

Wang Xuecheng was taken by Ling Wu to a wing room, very close to the main hall, but only a few steps away.

Ling Wu said: "From tomorrow on, please trouble the Empress to attend the morning and evening classes with the poor monk. The so-called self-cultivation, the empress's thoughts will also be silent, and eventually turn into nothingness."

Wang Xuecheng smiled wryly, if he really had to eat vegetarian food and recite the Buddha's name, he would really be able to completely forget all his worries, the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up with a touch of sarcasm, even though it was such a hard day, he still couldn't bear to forget it.

Between them, as long as they are together, they are happy.

Wang Xuecheng nodded, and replied: "Master, please rest assured, I will attend morning and evening classes on time every day."

Lingwu smiled, clasped his hands together and said Amitabha, and left.

Only he and a maid were left in the room, the black and white impermanence who had been hiding in the dark.