What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

I heard that the blessing tree in the temple is the most spiritual, and because I am about to leave, Xue Qing also wants to go. On the days when Xue Qing is about to leave, Xue Qing asked Ale for a few blessing belts.

They are a few pure red ribbons. I don't know where Ah Le got them for him. The prayer ribbons are filled with the scent of fresh and calm incense candles.

When you close your eyes, it is as if you have brought people into a Buddhist hall for chanting scriptures.

only……

"Why is this prayer belt blank?"

Xue Qing remembered that all the prayer belts he saw had words on them.

Hearing Xue Qing's doubts, Ah Le explained to him: "The prayer tape is written on my wish~ Teacher... Brother can write it by himself, or let someone else write it for you, and then hang it on the tree~" "Remember to hang it higher. I heard from my uncle that the higher you hang it, the more likely it will be seen by the Buddha."

A Le opened his small hand and gestured towards Xue Qing, "In this way, the wish will be more likely to come true~" The caring A Le also brought Xue Qing a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Xue Qing to use.

He thanked A Le for his helpfulness. After A Le left, Xue Qing began to try to write calligraphy on the prayer belt by himself.

Putting his feet up, Xue Qing began to try to write the first word.

Before writing, Xue Qing was full of confidence.

After writing, Xue Qing was too late to regret.

Seeing the indistinguishable Chou crawling characters, Xue Qing admitted that he was silenced by his own "calligraphy".

If you hang the blessing belt with such notes on the blessing tree, let alone whether the Buddha can understand his wish, the pilgrims passing by will probably feel that it hinders the blessing of the tree.

Moreover, Xue Qing couldn't control the strength of his pen, so he only wrote one word, and the whole red prayer belt was almost dyed black by the tip of his brush dipped in ink.

Xue Qing sighed helplessly when he saw this prayer belt that was supposed to be invalid.

Fortunately, Ah Le brought him a few pieces of rice paper by the way.

He can make a draft first.

Rice paper has more writing space than prayer tapes and is easier to handle.

He made a mistake the previous time, but this time it should be more perfect.

Xue Qing grabbed the pen and felt that he could do it again.

When I wrote it this time, I could clearly see what words were written.

Xue Qing wrote with a brush for the second time, and his progress was rapid, from blurry to recognizable, and the future can be expected.

Looking at the word "Ping" on the rice paper, Xue Qing nodded in satisfaction.

On the side, I wrote a more complicated word "stick" for myself.

In fact, Xue Qing's cursive handwriting is not bad.

In the high school class, he was one of the few boys in the class who could write beautifully.

It's just that there are still some differences between soft pen characters and hard pen characters.

Picking up the brush, Xue Qing didn't know what to do.

However, after practicing a few times, I obviously improved a lot, probably because I am familiar with how to use the pen.

Even compared with his cursive calligraphy, it is still far behind.

This caused Xue Qing to be dissatisfied no matter how he looked at it.

It still feels kind of ugly.

Not at my own level.

But doing it a few times does work.

So Xue Qing wrote down his wish over and over again on the rice paper.

No wonder others say that calligraphy practice has a calming effect.

During the repeated mechanical practice of calligraphy, Xue Qing's impetuous heart calmed down along with the fragrance of ink on the rice paper.

I just think about how to write better on the paper, and then write better on the prayer tape.

As a result, the rice paper was filled with one sheet after another, and I didn't even notice that I had ink on my hands.

Let alone noticing that someone had entered the room.

Until the signature scent of sandalwood and ink mixed together, they greeted his nose together.

Xue Qingcai raised his head as if waking up from a dream.

I found a familiar monk appeared at the other end of the table at some point.

Wearing a neat monk's robe, holding the usual sandalwood Buddhist beads in his right hand, his phoenix eyes are slightly lowered, and his eyes are falling on the random piles of drafts on the table, which are Xue Qing's previous writing practice.

Seeing Fahai at this moment is really complicated.

I don't know if Fa Hai saw that he was a man disguised as a woman.

If Fahai didn't know, then some of the behaviors he did as a "girl's family" before were also very strange, so you wouldn't think he was a pervert.

If Fa Hai knew... he would still think he was a pervert, right? !

Xue Qing directly chose to avoid thinking about this issue as if he had smashed a can.

Whatever, he's leaving the temple soon anyway.

When I meet Fa Hai again in the future, I will explain it to him.

Xue Qing followed Fa Hai's gaze, and the one stacked on top of a pile of drafts should have been his latest work, and it was also the one he was most satisfied with so far.

But now it seems that it is just a simple horizontal bending hook, without any calligraphy background in it, it looks like a primary school student learning to write.

An inexplicable sense of shame and shame rushed up.

Moreover, I don't know how long I watched Fa Hai's silent appearance!

I don't know if this monk will laugh at his childish font in his heart.

Scratching the ground with his toes, Xue Qing couldn't help reaching out and pulling the draft back.

However, after withdrawing the draft, the one written earlier was revealed.

More childish and uglier.

Seeing Xue Qing's sudden movement, Fa Hai took another look at the draft that had been pressed underneath.

The words "Ping An" were written crookedly on it.

Fa Hai raised his eyes and glanced at Xue Qing who didn't know where to look.

Said: "Well written."

Xue Qing, who was so embarrassed that he couldn't sit still, but his eyes still met Fa Hai: ...

Fahai wouldn't think that he was showing it to him on his own initiative, would he? !

"A monk can't lie."

Xue Qing is quite self-aware.

This time, he reached out and collected the stack of drafts to himself.

Seeing those familiar almond eyes again, Fa Hai paused.

The dream from last night surged up again like a recurrence.

Those wet eyes stared at his almond eyes.

Those with little French seafood were stunned like this.

On the other side, Xue Qing looked at Fa Hai and suddenly stopped moving, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Is there something on your face?

So he met Fa Hai's eyes like this, and stretched out his hand to touch his face tentatively.

"I have something here?" Xue Qing asked.

However, as soon as his hand touched the corner of his eye, Xue Qing felt a little imperceptible wetness.

Fa Hai watched Xue Qing rub the ink on his hand to the corner of his eyes without any notice.

Dizziness opened a mass of black.

"The ink has rubbed up." Fa Hai reminded.

"Ah, painted face? Is it here?"

Xue Qing was shocked, and quickly rubbed his hands, trying to wipe away the ink stains on his face.

But he didn't seem to know that the ink rubbed on his face came from his ink-stained hands.

Fa Hai just watched Xue Qing rub his face against the ink blob that was getting dizzy and bigger in an instant.

Like a clumsy little tabby cat.

And this "little cat" is still obsessed with rubbing his face with his hands.

Don't let the dark ink affect his handsome face!

However, the frivolous wrist in the next second was held by the monk.

Xue Qing:?

He looked suspiciously at Fa Hai who suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The jade-faced monk with a cold face looked at him with his beautiful phoenix eyes.

"I have ink on my hand."

Xue Qingcai looked at the hands that he had been neglecting all this time.

I don't know when it was stained with ink, and it was still shiny before it dried.

So in front of him...he just kept smearing ink on his face in front of Fa Hai?

Help, some are so stupid.

Seeing that Xue Qing had already reacted, Fa Hai let go of Xue Qing's wrist.

However, Xue Qing fell silent again in embarrassment.

I guess I can think of my colorful face at the moment. It's okay if I don't know it, but after I know it, I will feel something wrong no matter what.

When Xue Qing was about to wipe the ink on his face with his sleeve, Fa Hai's hand appeared in front of his eyes.

Xue Qing looked at Fa Hai puzzled.

Is Fa Hai going to help him wipe his face?

Men and women can't kiss each other.

Xue Qing stretched out his hand expressionlessly to block Fa Hai's hand.

However, Fahai's hand stopped a few centimeters away from him.

It seems that the fingertips are about to touch it in the next second.

But Fa Hai only made a superficial seal.

"it's gone now."

It turned out that it was Fahai who used magic power to remove the ink stains on his face.

The monk is so caring, it is because he has wrongly blamed Fa Hai before!

Xue Qing couldn't help but reached out and patted Fa Hai's shoulder to express his sincere thanks.

"Thank you Master Fa Hai!"

Then he saw Fa Hai's clean monk's robe was covered with an indistinct ink mark.

Xue Qing: ...

"Excuse me."

He shyly withdrew his hand.

Forgot to have ink on hand.

"Nothing." Fa Hai said calmly, "Are you writing a prayer tape?"

Fa Hai noticed the red prayer belts on the table.

Xue Qing nodded, but until now he felt that it was still difficult for him to write a paragraph on the slender tape.

What's more, what he wrote on the rice paper was just like that, very ordinary.

"Master Fahai, can you write one for me?"

As an ancient person, Fahai's handwriting should be a little more legible than his.

What's more, I heard from Na Ale that if the prayer tape was written by a monk, and then prayed for blessings, it might be easier for the wish to come true.

Fahai nodded, without refusing.

He took the pen that Xue Qing handed him, and picked up a blessing belt from the table.

Fa Hai unfolded the blessing belt, Ruyu's fingers gently smoothed the folds of the blessing belt.

Two fingers are pressing the blessing belt, and the other hand is holding the pen.

"What does the benefactor want to write?"

The sun slanted into the sun outside the house, and the monk who was writing the pen looked at him against the light.

Unable to help staring at the faint red mole between Fa Hai's eyebrows, Xue Qing expressed his wish.

"I want... to be safe every year."

"Master, let's write this first, I still have several wishes."

Xue Qing said greedily.

It would be great if there is a blessing tree that belongs to him alone.

He will definitely have a prayer tape with his wishes written on it.

In this way, the gods and Buddhas in heaven can only see Xue Qing's wish.

What a greedy ghost he is.

Xue Qing still secretly spurned his unrealistic and empty thoughts.

Fa Hai's wrist moved when he was holding the pen.

Xue Qing didn't quite understand the term "flowing clouds and flowing water" before.

But the pen nib was obviously the same, but it was completely different in Fa Hai's hands.

Fa Hai's handwriting is as regular and smooth as his own.

Can't go wrong with the good looks.

But the strokes inadvertently revealed a natural momentum.

Seeing Fa Hai writing so easily, Xue Qing admits that his hands are a little itchy.

His eyes told him he was okay again.

Probably feeling Xue Qing's eager eyes, Fa Hai raised his eyes to meet Xue Qing's after writing the first "year".

He handed the pen to Xue Qing.

"Want to try?"

As if falling asleep, someone handed him a pillow, so Xue Qing took the pen and walked over to Fa Hai.

Press down a small corner of the prayer belt with your finger to keep it stable, and Fahai's finger is still pressing on the upper end of the prayer belt.

It's like adding two more "paperweights", so that the prayer belt is completely fixed.

In the scent of ink and sandalwood.

Holding the pen, Xue Qing imitated Fa Hai's pen-writing posture in front of him, and wrote down slowly and carefully.

For some reason, it may also be due to the continuous practice in the past, this time it is much better than when I wrote it for the first time.

only……

The word "year" that Xue Qing is very satisfied with just looking at it is dwarfed by the one written by Fa Hai above.

It still looks like the childish font of elementary school students.

Xue Qing turned his head to look at the sea.

What I wrote earlier was too focused. At some point, he was only a little away from Fa Hai.

Xue Qing's shoulder was almost touching Fa Hai.

However, a very inappropriate question suddenly popped up in his mind.

Did Fa Hai know that he was a man?

It is estimated that he stayed here with the pen for too long, showing a questioning look at Shang Fahai, Xue Qing hurriedly took the pen in his hand to Fahai again.

"Let's go master."

Fa Hai took the pen obediently and did not say anything.

There are only two characters left in a quiet stroke.

Ping—an—every year is safe.

At the last touch, the ink on the prayer belt is still wet.

Xue Qing reminded Fa Hai, don't forget that there are also monks praying after writing.

The so-called monks praying for blessings is nothing more than monks reading a few lines of Buddhist gatha with a written prayer tape to bless their wishes.

But Xue Qing still felt that the time and place were right, so it was better to do the whole set together.

When the time comes to hang up the prayer belt, he must pat the lord Koi in the pond.

Two completely different characters of "year" are close to each other.

The character "Sui" on the top is majestic, with a tiger crouching on the phoenix, while the "Sui" below is a little immature but naive and cute.

The sunshine today is exceptionally good.

In the light that shines in, you can see the fine dust floating in the air.

The jade-faced monk took the blessing belt with the words written on it to his hand.

He lowered his eyes and whispered a few Buddhist verses that Xue Qing couldn't understand.

Then the beautiful phoenix eyes lifted up and looked at Xue Qing who was beside her.

"Buddha bless Master Xue."

"peaceful always."

"Happy every year."