little love

She County belongs to the plains, and even a city can hardly see a mountain, unlike Hangzhou, where Song Yi stayed in his previous life, in the urban area, you can see mountains on all sides when you look up.Therefore, it is impossible for this Longtan Temple to be located on a mountain.

Out of She County, 20 kilometers to the east, got out of the car, asked the locals, and walked along a small gravel road. After a while, the shadow of a temple could be seen faintly. Zhu Xiaowei, who was still dying, suddenly realized that The earth came back to life, took Song Yi's hand and ran over there first, ignoring Jiang Mei behind and shouted:

"Slow down, slow down."

The two arrived at the gate of the temple in a short time, then slowed down and walked into the gate of the temple.

There are quite a lot of people in the temple, probably because of the Chinese New Year, they come to ask the Buddha for a peace of mind in the coming year.

"Song Yi, do you believe in Buddhism?"

While casually looking at the various Bodhisattva Vajras in the Daxiong Palace, he asked Song Yi who was beside him, but he didn't want to hear an answer after a long time.

Turning his head in doubt, he saw Song Yi worshiping piously in front of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni in the middle of the main hall, with a serious and solemn face,

Just as Zhu Xiaowei was about to call him, he stopped, raised his feet and walked over there, knelt down on the mat next to Song Yi, and followed Song Yi's example, worshiping reverently.

"Song Yi, do you believe in Buddhism?"

Zhu Xiaowei still said this.

Song Yi in front of him paused, and continued to visit other Bodhisattvas in the hall.

"I didn't believe it at first, but now..." Thinking about his strange rebirth experience, Song Yi was also confused.

"Now... I choose to believe."

"Anyway, I don't believe it. Prayer to Buddha can only seek psychological comfort for myself. You still have to fight for what you want. Everyone goes to worship Buddha because they want to achieve their wishes. The Buddha must be so busy. "

Song Yi listened, smiled, noncommittal.

He also thought so before, but if he put his experience on Zhu Xiaowei, he might not be able to say what he said.

In this life, Song Yi has a lot of things to worry about. The Zhang family, the Song family, and the addition of Zhu Xiaowei, have become greedy in their hearts, and always want everything to develop in a good direction. But, in the world, will things really come true? , Song Yi has no idea, and can only rely on the illusory gods and Buddhas.

only…….

Song Yi smiled helplessly.

Or, as Zhu Xiaowei said, worshiping Buddha is only for myself and my family to seek comfort in my heart.

"Song Yi, in the future, if the family members don't agree with us being together, we'll just come here and become monks. No one cares about us."

Zhu Xiaowei couldn't help thinking that this was really a good way out.

Unexpectedly, Song Yi slapped him on the back of the head:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your family opened the temple. If you want to talk about love here, you are not afraid of blaspheming the gods. Besides, you and I have become monks. Have you ever thought about our parents? In this life, people always You can't just live for yourself."

Besides, when we want to become a monk, we may not know how high the threshold is. I still remember that the news in the previous life said that the monks in the temple are all highly educated, and undergraduates are not rare. Difficult.

Zhu Xiaowei didn't know what was going on in Song Yi's mind, but felt that he was worried too much, so he put his arms around his shoulder and lowered his head:

"There's nothing to worry about. There are many ways out. There is always one that suits us. Believe me, we will be together."

Looking up at the firmness in Zhu Xiaowei's eyes, Song Yi was inexplicably relieved.

Walking forward, in the corridor, I saw a person copying scriptures, so I went up to inquire. After asking, I found out that it was a layman who came from Shanghai to live for a few days to help.

The lay lady enthusiastically took them around the temple, and Song Yi went to ask for a lottery, but the lottery was not good, so he decided to make a lottery.But the lay lady enlightened them:

"Down doesn't mean it's the worst. Maybe after down, it's up. What we people think is a blessing or subconsciously is a disaster, and a disaster may turn into a blessing."

In short, what she said also echoed the saying: misfortune comes with blessings, and blessings come with misfortunes.

That's right, Song Yiben didn't think there was anything wrong when he saw the words signed under Xia Xia. A sign is a sign, and people are people.People don't necessarily have to follow the instructions of the lottery, and the lottery doesn't always reflect what people have.

But Zhu Xiaowei actually got a lottery, and he said happily that even the heavens are optimistic about their love, and the next year will be smooth.

Seeing his happy look, Song Yi also squinted and smiled, letting him talk nonsense.

After a while, the layman went back and asked them to follow her junior brother to the backyard to have a look before leaving.It is said that there are still some Buddhas for people to worship.

Following the past, we saw overgrown weeds and rubbish everywhere. When I looked up, I saw a huge dragon lying at the end of the temple.The direction of the dragon's head is towards the front gate of the temple. The pious disciple who worshiped in front of the dragon's head had to work hard for 10 minutes before he could pay his respects.

Song Yi didn't go to pay homage again. From the moment he saw the dragon, he felt that it was out of place and shouldn't stay here.I don't believe it will bless anything, so if I don't believe it, I don't worship it.If you are not sincere, bye, that is blasphemy!

The two of them returned to the front yard. Zhu Tao and Gao Xiumei had just finished worshiping, and they were donating sesame oil money to the courtyard. Song Yi knew that Gao Xiumei had prepared this money a long time ago. It was a full 1000 yuan. Just more and less.It seems that in their understanding, as long as they donate more sesame oil money, the Bodhisattva will take more care of them.

On the way back, Song Yi didn't say a word, thinking about the female layman he met today, he felt that she had gone through a lot of wind and waves before she settled into today's peace of mind. how to go.

However, he also noticed Song Qing's silence. From her eyes, Song Yi saw sadness.