Chapter 474

Mu Anqi looked at the temple gate in front of her and was in a daze for a moment.

When she came here with Leng Lingtian five years ago, the temple was left out in the cold,

The outside is even more dilapidated. The paint on the door has fallen off a lot. There is a lot of moss on the stone steps outside. Yellow fallen leaves can be seen everywhere on the floor. In a word, it feels very depressed.

But when they came back today, they found that the gate of the temple was not as shabby as it used to be. On the contrary, it was much bigger than before. The Red Gate, the two lions beside the gate were also magnificent, and the steps were paved with new quartz stones. The place where they were standing now was paved with bluestone slabs, which was much better than the dirty and muddy floor before.

In the past, there was basically no one here, but today I see a lot of pilgrims standing here. They walk in from the door one after another. There are many people standing in the courtyard, and even there are people standing beside the stone lions outside to take photos.

At this moment, Mu Anqi has a new feeling, it seems that Leng Lingtian did not lie, he fulfilled his promise.

He once told the old village head of Liujia village that when he went back, he would not only develop Liujia village, but also pay for the repair of the temple, and then rebuild a building for them in the back mountain as a place for monks to eat and stay.

Mu Anqi has a lot of feelings. When Qibao sees her standing in front of the temple door, she doesn't go in. She can't help wondering.

"Sister, why don't you go in?"

Looking at the new temple in front of her, she was distracted for a moment, but as soon as Qibao opened her mouth, she pulled her thoughts back.

"Oh, go in!"

Naturally, to pray for a son is to worship Guanyin. Lin Guoguo went in and worshipped Guanyin. Mu Anqi and others prayed for peace and worshipped the Buddha. After entering the gate, there was a small courtyard. Walking along the stone paved road, there was a lobby dedicated to the Buddha. As soon as you entered the gate, you could see several Buddha statues in the center, with a fat and kind-hearted Buddha in the middle.

Under the Buddha there is a offering table, on which there are various tributes and incense.

Mu Anqi knelt on the cushion and prayed for the Buddha to bless lenglingtian's early recovery and the health and safety of the whole family.

They are scattered, and everyone wants to ask for different things.

Mu Anqi stood up without looking at the others. She was ready to turn around in the lobby. She walked for a while and looked at it from the side door. A monk with white hair was squatting in a corner. She didn't know what she was doing. She went out.

"Benefactor! Amitabha

She was just about to get close to the monk squatting there when an old monk came up to her.

Mu Anqi bowed to him: "Hello, master!"

The master had a kind smile on his face. After seeing clearly, mu angqi opened her eyes.

"Master, you are the one five years ago..."

"Benefactor, you are a poor monk."

Good bye to my old friend, and the master looked very old. Now she can still see him. Even if he is not a relative or friend, she is very happy.

Moreover, the master didn't seem to have changed much from five years ago. His spirit is still very good. He has a kind face and looks like an amiable old man.

The master gives the impression that he is an eminent monk. I don't know how long he has lived and how many years he has practiced in this temple. It was like this five years ago and it will be like this five years later.

"Hello, master. I didn't expect that we could see each other again. How have we been these years?"

"It's very good. Thanks to the benefactor who came with you these years, he is a noble man here. Since you came last time, the temple which has always been neglected by the family has become more and more popular. It's no longer as cold and quiet as before."

He pointed to the backyard: "not only that, he also paid for our dormitory building and renovated the temple. That benefactor is really a rare good man."

Mu angqi knew this long ago.

When the master said this, his face sank and his brow slightly frowned.

"But I think the benefactor has suffered a lot in recent days. I don't know how he is now?"

Hearing this, mu angqi's eyes suddenly brightened.

I thought that the master is really a God, even this can be calculated, but since ancient times, there are so many capable people and different scholars, and there are many people who can calculate. It's not surprising to think that the master feels like an eminent monk, and he knows something that ordinary people don't know.

"I came here today just to ask the Bodhisattva to bless him to recover as soon as possible."

After listening, the master nodded, still in a kind manner.

"Don't worry, the benefactor is kind-hearted. He will be very rich in this life. He will be fine. But, benefactor, you... "

The old monk stared at mu angqi for a while, and shook his head with regret. Mu angqi was wondering what to ask. Suddenly, the crazy old man who had squatted there stood up and rushed to her.

"Twin flowers, originally from the same root, are in a hurry to fry each other!"

"Younger martial brother, why are you sick again?"

The old monk's face changed a lot. The crazy old man, who Mu Anqi knew, was the crazy old man five years ago?

As soon as the crazy old man became noisy, he immediately attracted the attention of the little monk. A little monk hurried over and walked inside with the crazy old man in his arms.

"Shishuzu, would you stop making trouble? It's an old bone. What if it's broken? Well, I promise you, I'll give you something delicious at noon, OK? "

The young monk coaxed the crazy old man and pulled him to go in. The crazy old man turned around, his whole face almost covered by his white hair.

He can see a mouth. Although his eyes can't see, Mu Anqi can feel two cold eyes staring at him. She can't help but feel that this crazy old man is terrible.

As soon as the crazy old man left, the old monk could not help shaking his head and sighing.

"My younger martial brother, he was not like this before, but now he has become insane. The so-called secret can't be revealed. It's true!"

The old monk shook his head for a while, but it made mu angqi feel more confused.

"Just a moment, benefactor. I'll get something for you."

Although the old monk is old, he walks easily, like the wind under his feet.

Soon he took something out and came closer to see a notebook.

He handed it to Mu Anqi and said, "here you are!"

"What's this?"

"Before, I forgot that it was left here by the benefactor, and I didn't open what was written in it. After all, it's personal privacy. But you are the friend of the benefactor's son, and I can see that there is a fate between you and the cold benefactor, so I'll give it to you. It's your family's stuff after all."

Mu angqi took it and looked at it carefully. It's been some years since she saw the notebook. There are some molds on the black leather cover. She felt the cover, and her heart was a little complicated.

"Good! Thank you, master

"Amitabha!"