Chapter 199

This temple is full of incense. Many people burn incense and worship Buddha in the main hall.

Feng Xuelan saw a place nearby to ask for a visa, so she took Zong Mingzhe and walked over. Under the guidance of the little monk, both of them drew a lot. Leaving the hall, Feng Xuelan first turned to Zong Mingzhe and asked curiously, "what did you write on that?"

Zong Mingzhe opened the note and read four sentences on it——

The moon shadow in the water, a thousand years old, once in spring, blows all the crazy sand, sharpening the meaning to break the ups and downs.

"What does this mean..." Feng Xuelan looks at some big heads. It turns out that the lot in this temple is different from other places. There are no easy to understand labels such as "great good and great evil", nor corresponding explanations. Everything depends on the understanding of the people who draw the lot.

Although the original killer alpha mastered a lot of different knowledge, he certainly knew nothing about the ancient poetry of China. The original owner of the body, Feng Xuelan, didn't study hard, so most of the knowledge left in her mind now is useless.

She can only expect Zong Mingzhe to explain to her.

Zong Mingzhe smiled, put the note in his pocket and told her, "it means that I must have good luck in the future and can succeed in everything."

In fact, a thousand years of spring, this means that what he is pursuing is impractical. But with the last two sentences, the meaning changes. Even if what he pursues is impractical, he will succeed as long as he tries his best to do it.

Many things in the world are like this. Zong Mingzhe thinks his draw is good.

"What's written on your one?" he asked Feng Xuelan instead.

Feng Xuelan opened the note in her hand and wrote four words on it——

Winter has not yet dispersed, the scorching sun has dispelled the cold, anger starts from the heart, and the new wind leads the lonely sail.

Feng Xuelan's eyebrows frowned tighter. These four words seemed more difficult than Zong Mingzhe's!

"You... You help me explain word by word..." this feeling of curiosity and incomprehension is really uncomfortable. Fortunately, Feng Xuelan thinks Zong Mingzhe must be able to explain clearly.

"Butterbur is a plant that blooms only in winter, so the meaning of the first two sentences is to put it bluntly: the butterbur has not finished blooming, winter has not passed, but the sun has come out to drive away the cold."

Zong Mingzhe took the note and continued to explain to Feng Xuelan, "the 'anger' in Buddhism refers to anger or hatred. The last two sentences probably mean that if a person is influenced by anger or hatred, there will be no good results."

After explaining this, he looked at the wind and snow, smiled and said, "I think this sign wants to tell you that your current state is gradually rising. Don't be influenced by other things, especially don't be idle with others."

Feng Xuelan took this note and looked at it. She had a completely different explanation from Zong Mingzhe in her heart.

What winter flowers haven't dispersed, which probably means that her killer soul hasn't disappeared? The scorching sun, of course, refers to Zong Mingzhe. This man is like the sun dispelling the cold in her heart.

Especially the "Chen", Feng Xuelan is almost sure that this refers to her hatred of he Yaoshi. She could also understand the last sentence, probably telling her that if she insisted on revenge, she would be like sitting in a small boat and would be blown away by the cold wind alone

Feng Xuelan turned to look at the Buddha statue in the hall and thought, is it because God is doomed that he can live well in front of the sun? If she believes in life, she really seems to give up revenge. But if she really believed in her life, the little flower could not bloom in the cold winter. She would have been frozen to death many times!

"It's better what you wrote on it." Feng Xuelan said this and put this small note into his pocket.

She looked around and found something. She asked Zong Mingzhe to wait here. A moment later, she ran back excitedly and put a small thing in his hand.

Zong Mingzhe opened his palm and saw that Feng Xuelan had bought a pair of small sachets of Ping'an Fu, one for each of them.

He immediately hung the little thing on his set of keys, and it seemed that he was going to take it with him.

Feng Xuelan also wanted to find a place to take this little thing, but she looked down and found nothing on her. I was worried when I suddenly heard a surprise voice from someone across the street.

"Mingzhe?"

The wind and snow suddenly looked up and saw a woman of about 30 standing opposite them. The woman has long hair and a ponytail at will. She is also wearing a lightweight T-shirt and jeans. She is tall, fair skinned, and looks very expensive with a pair of narrow Phoenix eyes. To give this woman a grade on her appearance, Feng Xuelan thinks she is even more beautiful than Su Shanshan, and her temperament is not comparable to Su Shanshan.

The great beauty came over and greeted Zong Mingzhe warmly. They looked very familiar.

"Is this your girlfriend?" said the great beauty, looking up and down at the wind and snow.

There was no hostility in her eyes, which was beyond the expectation of Feng Xuelan.

Just listen to Zong Mingzhe's introduction to the two people, "this is my girlfriend Feng Xuelan. This is Qu Shulei, an artist of our art troupe, and Qu Shuyu's sister."

Fengxuelan suddenly realized that no wonder she thought this woman looked familiar just now. It turned out that she was a little similar to Qu Shuyu.

"Hello." Feng Xuelan said hello to her.

Qu Shulei said with a smile, "Feng Xuelan, I've heard my brother talk about you for a long time. You don't have to see outside in the future. Just call me sister Qu like Mingzhe. Mingzhe and my brother are good brothers. I regard you as my own brothers and sisters."

It seems that Qu Shulei is still a forthright woman. Feng Xuelan likes it very much.

"Sister Qu, why are you here?" Zong Mingzhe asked curiously.

"Join the fun!" Qu Shulei smiled carelessly. "Our literary troupe has just returned from a performance in other places. Today's holiday, I can't stay. I want to go out and relax. Where is the fun? I'll come here after a little inquiry."

Seeing Zong Mingzhe holding a huge candy plush toy, she smiled, "no wonder my brother said that you seem to have changed since you had a girlfriend. I didn't believe it at that time, but now I have to believe it." she turned to Feng Xuelan, "If anyone dared to let him wander around before, he would probably kill each other with his eyes! Now you have this ability!"

Feng Xuelan looked at Zong Mingzhe and thought that you used to have such an image in your friend's heart!