after i found out my new wife was a man

The meditation room is quiet, and when the wind passes by, you can clearly hear the rustling of the leaves blown by the breeze.

Seeing that Master Xuanming didn't seem to see He Yaoqing's expression, he chanted the Buddha's name on his own, his voice was low and hoarse, with an obscure rhythm: "Amitabha, the poor monk named Xuanming, I have seen two donor."

Xie Lingyu also bent over and saluted with clasped hands, but He Yaoqing stood still and did not move.

He Yaoqing acted so rudely, but Master Xuanming's expression did not change at all, his face was neither sad nor happy, and he said: "This benefactor has not seen for a long time, and he looks much better than before."

"Of course, I've never had a better time than now." He Yaoqing's eyes were full of annoyance, and with a hint of sarcasm, he almost squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Aren't you always 'I'm old', 'weak and sick', 'inconvenient to see guests'? But seeing you today, your body is still as strong as before, which makes me very happy."

The irony of these words was really deep, and Xie Lingyu couldn't help being a little surprised when He Yaoqing rarely showed his emotions like this.

But even if the doubts in his heart were about to overflow, now is far from the time to ask clearly, and although He Yaoqing's attitude seemed too contemptuous and rude, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time and completely understood their Before the past, there was far no room for him to come out and speak.

So he patted He Yaoqing's shoulder comfortingly, and then stood by the side silently.

He Yaoqing glanced at him, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down.

Hearing this, Master Xuanming didn't show any anger at all, he just said an explanation that was not an explanation: "Amitabha, the time has not come before."

"Then it's finally time?" He Yaoqing sneered, with an impatient look on his face, "Could it be that some god or Buddha asked you to come to see me in a dream? I don't have the time to listen to what you're up to now. Say it quickly, and I'll leave right away."

"Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha for your unintentional words," Master Xuanming clasped his hands together and bowed his body towards the west, then continued to speak, "The question you once asked, although the poor monk has never answered it, but thinking about it until now, you I don't want to ask any more."

He Yaoqing looked at him indifferently, not even wanting to say a word of "nonsense".

Master Xuanming continued: "Then there should be no more incidents of poor monks. Today, looking for you, should be the last time we can see each other."

The monk paused for a moment, and then said again, "You always pestered me to ask for a lottery when you were a child, and counting it for you today, you can be regarded as understanding the fate between us."

He Yaoqing raised his head abruptly, looked at him a little stunned, his lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't reply for a while.

Master Xuanming put down the beads, and reached out to take the stick beside him. The gold paint on the stick was almost gone, and the whole body was mottled, almost as old as him.

He Yaoqing stared at the lottery in a daze.

How many years have passed, and even the memory has become blurred, but this scene seems to be exactly the same as before, except for the traces left by the years on the lottery and the man's decaying body.

Master Xuanming stroked the stick lightly, and said, "This stick has been with me for almost my whole life, and I count it for you at the end, which is considered complete. What do you want?"

Then you will no longer count?Your signature... is so accurate, He Yaoqing wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

But he thought about it for a while, and he didn't know what he really wanted to know. He disdained all the money and status, and he firmly believed that he would succeed in the well-planned hatred, so there was no need to count. The only thing he wanted to know was not sure...

For some reason, He Yaoqing didn't dare to look at Xie Lingyu who was standing next to him. He pretended not to care and replied, "I don't have anything to ask after thinking about it. It just so happens that today is the Qiqiao Festival, so why don't you?" Calculate marriage for me."

This time it was Master Xuanming's turn to be dumbfounded, and there were a few traces of consoling and reassuring smiles in his eyes that had been neither sad nor happy all the time.

He nodded, closed his eyes lightly, slowly turned the stick in his hand, and recited obscure scriptures, like the majestic Sanskrit voice in the sky.

As soon as he stopped, without opening his eyes or speaking, He Yaoqing stepped forward, also closed his eyes and clasped his palms together, recited a scripture, and finally stretched out his hand to draw a lottery from the lottery holder.

No one said a word, it was like it happened countless times, or someone watched the whole process, watched countless times.

He Yaoqing looked at the sign, raised his brows slightly, and handed it to Master Xuanming.

Xuan Ming looked at the lottery he had drawn, slapped a Buddha's name, and said, "It's the upper lottery. As for the solution, I think you know everything about it, and I don't want to listen to the poor monk."

"Of course." The corners of He Yaoqing's eyes and brows were full of smiles, and even the monk in front of him looked pleasing to the eye. With a turn of his eyes, he pulled Xie Lingyu who had been silent beside him, and said again, "Come on. They’re all here, and you’ll count as a lottery if you help him.”

Xie Lingyu was pulled over suddenly, he didn't react for a while, and was about to speak when he heard Master Xuanming's voice again.

"The fate between the poor monk and this little friend has not yet arrived, so we can't force it. Even if we ask for a lottery today, it will be wrong." Master Xuanming clasped his hands together, glanced at He Yaoqing, and said, "Since I have asked for a lottery, The poor monk will continue to meditate, and the two benefactors can take a turn around in the temple."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the meditation room opened, and the young monk was standing outside the door, leaning forward and saying: "Amitabha, the two benefactors, please follow me."

He Yaoqing became angry when he heard the words, and took a last look at Xuan Ming who had closed his eyes slightly and turned the prayer beads in his hands. He didn't want to continue talking, so he didn't say another word, turned around and walked out angrily.

Xie Ling and apologized and bowed: "My little brother is young and ignorant, please forgive me, master." After speaking, he hurriedly chased after him.

Leaving Xuanming opened his eyes to look at the backs of the two, there was sunlight coming in from outside the door, and he could see specks of dust floating in the light.

He suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if the boy who was only seven or eight years old was standing in front of him, his angry expression was exactly the same as the expression on that person's face just now.

Everyone likes him, even if he always ignores anyone, doesn't smile, always loves to be alone, but likes to follow behind him all the time, except that he doesn't shave his hair, just like a cute little girl in a monastery monk.

Shouldn't have seen it.

Xuan Ming sighed softly and closed his eyes.

He is already very old, and his appearance is so haggard that he doesn't look like a living person, especially when he closes his eyes, it always makes others fear that he will just fall asleep like this.