The sand sculpture attacked him and bound the male virtue system

"Meng Zhou, why are you here?" Grandpa Meng came to his senses, "What are you doing hiding under my desk?"

Meng Zhou: "Uh..."

Qi Yinian also looked at him with scrutiny in his eyes.

Meng Zhou tugged at the crumpled clothes that had just been hidden under the table, "...Grandpa, I might have something to discuss with you."

Meng Yannian walked over step by step with a cane on his back. Qi Yinian observed the flustered eyes on Meng Zhou's face and found it interesting. He turned his gaze to other places and saw a statue of Avalokitesvara lying upside down under the desk.

The material of black sandalwood, the pattern is beautiful, and the carving is exquisite. It is very valuable at first glance. What's more, Qi Yinian turned his head to look at the shoe prints on the altar table. The image is also very important to Grandpa Meng.

But now, it was stolen on the ground by the grandson.Qi Yinian rolled his eyes watching the show.

Meng Zhou was angry when he saw the little fox-like expression on the other side. It is not because he is bound to the Laoshizi male virtue system that he is in this situation now, but the person in front of him is still bound.

Meng Zhou gritted his teeth. Meng Yannian had already walked to the front of the desk. At this moment, he also saw the statue of Avalokitesvara lying on the ground. He looked up at the empty alcove and then at the ground. He went back and forth three times and tremblingly raised his crutch. , "You rebellious grandson!"

Meng Zhou dodged dodging, squatted down and picked up the Guanyin statue on the ground, and ran over from the crutch that Meng Yannian swung down. He had spotted the door of the study and was about to run out. Yi Nian, the two of them were in a back-to-back posture.

"I don't care what your purpose is when you come to see my grandpa," Meng Zhou said with a chuckle, "Darling baby? Go ahead and dream, I will never marry you. I am not a man of masculinity!"

Qi Yinian: "?"

Meng Yannian tapped Meng Zhou's back with a cane, "Put down the Avalokitesvara statue!"

Meng Zhou squeaked and ran out, "Grandpa, you don't talk about martial arts!"

Meng Yannian pointed at Meng Zhou's back with his crutches, "I don't talk about martial arts, and you still don't observe masculine virtues. Please explain to me clearly what you mean by not abiding by masculine virtues!" However, the latter had already disappeared.

Meng Yannian put down his crutches, propped his body upright, Qi Yinian helped him back up, "Grandpa Meng, don't be angry."

"Tell me, tell me about the current doll," Meng Yannian blew his beard and stared angrily, "He dares to blaspheme Guanyin, and I can't understand what he said about martial arts and male virtues?"

Qi Yinian: "..."

Qi Yinian lowered his eyes, covering the smile in his eyes: "I don't understand either."

-

After Qi Yinian left Meng's house, he returned to the hotel and checked the itinerary for the past few days. The earliest flight ticket was booked three days later.

He received the information sent by his friend in the email, quickly browsed through it at a glance, and got a general understanding of the current progress.After thinking about it, he made a phone call to the other party:

"I'll go back in three days. You can leave the rest of the details that are not easy to dig out, and I'll deal with them when I go back."

A friend's dispirited voice came from the phone, "You are finally coming back, I'm dying, I'm already dead, so much data, now I close my eyes and my mind is full of 0s and 1s, I think I'm going to be A ruthless worker robot."

Qi Yinian clasped the side of the phone with his tail finger, "What are you in such a hurry for? Has there been a critical illness notice from the hospital?"

"That's not true. Didn't I live in sorrow and die in peace? What if he wakes up from a coma and turns off your authority, we won't be able to get any information."

Qi Yinian leaned back on the back of his chair, stared at the rose-red clouds outside the high-rise windows of the hotel, and was silent for a second or two before continuing: "Liu Wenxuan still has the mind to play tricks on me, it's not such a critical moment yet. ," After a pause for two seconds, he changed the subject, "I heard that the Beichan Temple on the outskirts of Beicheng is very spiritual. Tomorrow, I'm going to offer a longevity lamp to my grandfather. Do you want it?"

"Are you afraid that I will die suddenly at the age of 27 under the ravages of the ugly Party A?"

Qi Yinian, the ugly party A: "This is a blessing, Party A will light the lamp for you tomorrow, be good." After speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone on the bed.

He pushed away the chair, walked to a whole side of French windows, looked down, and saw the torrent of traffic in the city rushing on the criss-crossing roads, and the neon lights gradually lit up from near to far. Above, is the silent and magnificent cloud of fire, reflected in Qi Yinian's brown pupils, as if there is some kind of flame burning in it.

-

"Is this really reliable?" Meng Zhou was holding the Guanyin statue half as high as his chest in his hand. The ebony one was quite heavy, and his arms were sore from walking all the way.

"Why are you still retreating?" Hu Lu patted him on the shoulder, "I'm so stunned, I stole it out, and I didn't stop doing anything, and went straight to Beichan Temple."

Meng Zhou was speechless, "Feelings are not about you stepping and kowtowing three times. You don't get tired. It's easy for you to say."

"Good guy, that's not you either."

Gou Su said weakly, "Stop talking, the little master will be unhappy."

Meng Zhou and Hu Lu immediately stood at attention, with a correct posture: "Amitabha."

The little monk walking in front wiped the sweat from his forehead, clasped his hands together and said to them, "You two benefactors, you must be sincere in worshiping Buddha, and you must be sincere. Although I will do the three-kowtow and nine-kneeling ceremony, if you two If you want to achieve what you want, you need to respect the Buddha."

"Little Master," Meng Zhou poked his head out from behind the Avalokitesvara statue, "Although what I recite is Amitabha, what I worship is Avalokitesvara, not the Buddha." Meng Zhou raised the Avalokitesvara in his hand, expressing his first wish, " Aren't monks and nuns divided into temples in ancient times, is it right that you take me to worship Guanyin?"

"..." The little monk said, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva and the Buddha are of the same clan, and they have the Dharma in their hearts. It doesn't matter which one you worship."

Meng Zhou: "...but what I'm holding is a statue of Guanyin, so let's worship Guanyin."

Little monk: "..."

Meng Zhou: "..."

Two seconds after the big eyes met the small ones, Meng Zhou said in a dazed voice, "Go ahead, ignore me, I'm all good."

The little monk glanced at him, shook his head as if he saw that the rotten wood could not be carved, and continued with the morning class.

Meng Zhou held the Guanyin statue and followed behind him.

It turned out that when he, Hu Lu, and Gou Su came down the mountain early in the morning and were about to climb up the Beichan Temple on foot to show their sincerity, they saw a young monk prostrating three times on the tree-lined ancient path.

Meng Zhou smacked his lips, "I think we should take the cable car." Being compared to climbing a mountain by the other party is nothing sincere, so he just broke the pot and smashed it. Willing to pull down directly.

Hulu held him back, "We can follow him up the mountain. There is a saying in it called Zhanguang."

Meng Zhou's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to discuss with the little master, so in the end the other party let them climb all the way to the top of the mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain in the majestic sunlight, Meng Zhou stood against the wind, with a thousand feet of bold ambition in his chest, "I think I will definitely be able to get rid of that man Qi Yinian this time."

Then I saw a familiar figure walking into the gate of Beichan Temple.

"Fuck," Meng Zhou raised the Avalokitesvara in his hand and looked at it eye to eye, "Why don't I go down and climb Beichan Temple again."

Gou Su: "Brother Meng, what's the matter with you? It's windy on the top of the mountain?" Make you stupid?

Meng Zhou: "I don't think I'm sincere." He looked at the vermilion gate of Beichan Temple with an expressionless expression on his face. "I just saw a figure who looked like Qi Yinian walking in. I think it's the Buddha. A hint to me."

Hu Lu: "You can see the resemblance just from the back? How many times have you met him?"

Meng Zhou said angrily, "So it's a hint!"

"Alright, you," Hulu pulled Meng Zhou's hand, "Go!"

When Qi Yinian walked into the Beichan Temple, he seemed to see Meng Zhou out of the corner of his eye, and then he smirked, the other's kind of pampered and pampered dandy young master would not be such a place to bring people out to play.

After he entered the temple, he talked with the abbot here for a stick of incense, and the other party asked him how many longevity lamps he wanted to offer, "the longevity lamps can be provided to the living and the dead, and pray for their afterlife."

Qi Yinian's hands covered in his sleeves curled up when he heard the last sentence, "Only one cup" rolled on his tongue twice, but he still didn't say it. After a while, he closed his eyes and compromised with his heart Sighing slightly, he said, "For two."

The longevity lamp is lit with a lotus lamp and ghee is burned, and there will be little monks in the temple who will continue to refill the oil, so that the lamp will last brightly in front of the Buddha.

Qi Yinian personally took a pen to write down the name and date of birth of the person offering the Longevity Lantern, put down the brush, and said nothing to the short sign corresponding to the second lantern, and then left.The little monk pressed the short stick under the longevity lamp and offered it in front of the Buddha.

Qi Yinian went out of the second gate and was about to continue to stroll around the temple when he suddenly heard a familiar voice around the corner.

"Brother Meng, you have to kneel when you pray to Buddhas and gods."

"You have no more gold under your knees, you knelt down to Qi Yinian last time."

It's a coincidence that I heard my name in this way here. Thinking of the other person's words and actions last time, Qi Yinian smiled, and heard the voice continue to pass.

"Bodhisattva, are you not good enough? Why is this still happening?"

Qi Yinian turned the corner following the voice, and saw Meng Zhou speaking boldly in front of the golden body of Avalokitesvara in the inner hall of the temple:

"Bodhisattva, I advise you not to be ungrateful, and untie Qi Yinian and me quickly, or I will kneel down and beg you."

Qi Yinian raised his eyebrows, untied what?