Chapter 380

"Mr. sang." Xiao Song put down ran Yan and said hello to him.

Sang Chen is much thinner than before, but his stature is almost the same as that of Xiao Song. The green silk is scattered behind him, which makes him look more and more handsome. He arched his hand and said, "I should have gone to thank Mrs. ran for saving her life, but It's just

Just remembering what he said after the arrow, he didn't dare or was embarrassed to see ran Yan.

"Mr. sang is extremely talented. It is a great loss to have no master in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty. Since I have met him, how can I stand by and stand by." Ran face no expression, she has been a woman, for her own sake, but also for sangchen, she does not want to give him any imaginary space, "Mr. don't need to say thank you."

Sang Chen pale face, slightly pursed lips, after a few breath, just like the way to himself, "how dare you forget the salvation grace."

"Is Mr. sang here to visit the master?" Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Xiao Song changed the subject.

"Exactly." The words have been said, sang Chen more and more uncomfortable. He tried hard. In order to make himself stronger, he took the initiative to ask for an official. However, even in a place where the Imperial College was not really official, he did not learn to smile and pretend to be himself.

The clear water in his pool was only stirred up by the struggle between the prince and the king of Wei, but the clear water was still clear water. Even if he had a superior intelligence quotient, without that layer of defense, he would not be able to be like a fish in the water in official circles like Xiao Song.

"I have something else to do. Goodbye." Sang Chen Dynasty ran Yan Xiao Song a salute, then quickly run away.

Ran Yan sighed and was picked up again by Xiao Song.

It was the end of spring, and the noon sun had a burning feeling. At the gate of the temple, ran Yan saw the sweat oozing from Xiao Song's forehead, so he took out a veil to help him wipe it.

"Let's go." Xiao Song has a slight smile on his face.

The two entered the temple hand in hand, and they were led to the main hall by Zhike monks. On both sides of the hall, there were monks in grey robes sitting around and chanting sutras. On the right side of the platform where the third Buddha was worshipped, a large wooden fish was placed, and a monk was not anxious to knock.

The whole hall is solemn and solemn.

Xiao Song and ran Yan knelt down on the Futan, and a monk sent two sticks of incense.

Ran Yan has never set up a Buddha, but only recited in his heart: bless the safety and success of relatives and friends around him; bless the health of the fetus, and the birth can be smooth.

Xiao Song held incense and said, "this time the incense is late. It's because I'm so sleepy that I'm not disrespectful to the Buddha."

Ran Yan Guan Er, such as Xiao family, who has inherited history, believes in Buddhism more than faith. Mrs. Xiao believes in Buddhism, and it is not surprising that Xiao Songxin believes in Buddhism.

After praying, Xiao Song asked him to bring in a large box of money, which was regarded as incense money.

After the incense was served, they were led to the wing room by the Buddhist monk to have a rest and enjoy the vegetarian meal.

"Wronged my wife and children." Xiao Song looked at the table full of green or white, sighed.

"What's wrong with vegetarianism? Since you worship the Buddha, you're not afraid that the Buddha will blame you." Ran Yan put a piece of tofu in his bowl.

He believes in Buddhism and kills animals!

Xiao Song said with a smile, "the Buddha is very observant. The heart I worship is sincere, but it is true to pity my wife and children."

"Who wants you to pity?" Ran Yan takes a bite of tofu. The vegetarian dishes in Ci'en Temple taste good. She eats black fish, old hens and so on every day. Even though she changes her ways, she almost vomites.

Xiao Song was despised, but his smile was even better.

Both of them stopped talking during the meal. After eating, they sat in the yard and had a rest. The guest rooms in Ci'en Temple are all single rooms, and the styles of each courtyard are very different. The peach blossoms are planted in this courtyard where ran Yan lives. At this time, the flowers have already fallen, and the branches are full of peaches, and the falling branches are bent down.

Two people sat down in the pavilion, ran Yan asked, "by the way, just heard Qingyin Temple ringing the bell, morning bell and evening drum, how can the bell ring at noon?"

"Maybe it's the master who passed away." Xiao Song said.

Ran Yan pondered, "then we won't go to the nunnery today, just ask the illusory space to come out and see, so as not to disturb them to cross over."

"Good." Xiao Song jaw head.

"Amitabha." The sound of singing the Buddha's horn is old and gentle.

Ran Yan saw that the visitor was an old monk. He was dressed in a brick red cassock. His beard was white as snow, but his skin was not very loose, which was not consistent with his beard and voice. He looked only in his fifties.

Xiao Song and ran Yan got up and gave him Buddhist rites, "master Huaijing."

It turned out to be sang Chen's master. Ran Yan was always curious about Huaijing. He could teach him what kind of person he was like.

"Amitabha, excuse me." Huaijing did not come near, and gave a Buddhist ceremony, very calm and calm way, "the old monk just lost his way here, there is no important thing."

Then he gave a little courtesy and turned to the peach forest.

Xiao Song said, "master Huai Jing."

Huai Jing turned back, Xiao Song pointed to the other side and said, "the door is over there."

"Thank you very much Huaijing took a turn and left in the direction Xiao Song pointed to.Two people watched Huaijing leave, Xiao Song said, "master Huaijing has never known the way, this sangchen is like him. But it is said that he never asked the way when he lost his way, saying that he followed the guidance of the Buddha. "

"Sure enough..." Ran Yan stopped for a moment and thought of a proper word, "strange man."

After resting in the temple for a while, the abbot himself came to thank Xiao Song for the incense money. After talking with the abbot for a while, they left.

When I went to the gate of the temple, I met Huaijing again.

"Amitabha, the old monk just forgot to say that it was predestined fate for the Buddha to guide the old monk to see them. I want to ask the old monk to tell them that sang Suiyuan is determined to become a monk. From then on, he often accompanies qingdeng ancient Buddha to pray for the two and their descendants. " Huaijing said plainly and sang a Buddhist name.

Ran Yan's heart is tight, suddenly has a kind of suffocation feeling. She always knew that he was stubborn, but she didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

Huaijing stands in place, does not walk, does not speak. Both Xiao Song and ran Yan felt that he had something to say, so they waited patiently.

After a while, Huaijing sang the name of Buddha again and said, "but the old monk has not agreed."

Ran Yan was in a great embarrassment. It turned out that he was panting for breath!

"He has no relationship with the Buddha, but my Buddha is merciful and can't bear his wandering in this life. He will bring his hair to practice in our temple in the future." Huaijing pauses for a moment, as if he has nothing left out, and then turns to leave.

Ran Yan didn't know what it was like for a moment. He was angry and funny, but the two emotions together were not equal to the helplessness and sadness of knowing that sang Suiyuan was going to become a monk.

"I want to go on my own." Ran Yan said.

Xiao Song did not make a sound, only reached out to help her, slowly walked down. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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