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Time is like water, time flies, and a year has passed in a twinkling of an eye.

Today is the first day of the new year, Dongjiang city is still immersed in a strong festival atmosphere.

Once a year, family reunion, as if everyone is special treasure. In fact, if you get together once a year, you will get together a hundred times from birth.

Compared with the bustling scenes on the street, Dongjiang Park seems a little lonely.

At noon, a woman came into the gate of Dongjiang park.

A woman's plain white blue and white slacks, a head of green silk is so casual in the back of the head, that kind of lazy feeling makes people palpitating.

His face is white and flawless. It seems that it is carved from a piece of high-quality Hetian white jade. There is a trace of smile in the corner of his mouth, but it is very light and can't be seen without careful attention.

Big eyes, clear as a pool of water, wave light.

The girl was not in a hurry or slow walk, but when she looked carefully, she found something wrong, because the girl's feet were wearing white soft soled shoes, and the soles were also white. When walking, she could see that there was no trace of dust on the soles.

The girl walked slowly along a path made of small stones. The plum blossoms on both sides were in full bloom. It was just like a beautiful scroll to set off the fairy like woman.

The girl went to Tongtian temple again. She looked up at the temple. Her face was a little strange, and suddenly she had a gloomy smell. It just disappeared in an instant.

After the red sister came to see you, Zhang Xiaojian left, she asked Guanyin Bodhisattva back from Tongtian temple to worship three times in the morning and in the evening. With sincerity, it is not to repair this life, but to repair the afterlife.

On the first day of the new year's day, Hongjie just finished the phone conversation with Zhang Xiaojian. She was stunned for a moment in her room, and then drove alone to Tongtian temple to offer incense.

Hongjie drives alone, thinking about her mind as she walks.

Life is short, now he can go to such a high level, all are brought by Zhang Xiaojian, but he left, how to think this matter how unhappy.

To invite Bodhisattva and worship Buddha is nothing but a little consolation. There are a lot of words in front of the bodhisattva that are usually held in the heart, all of which can be said, and I feel happy in my heart.

Today, I came to Tongtian temple not because of herself, but because of Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian survived, because of the reason of Tongtian temple, so Hongjie has the opportunity to worship Buddha and also wants to do more for Zhang Xiaojian.

Walking in from the quiet path, there is no one on the road. Although Tongtian temple is a famous ancient temple, there are a few worshippers who don't want to join in the fun. It seems that they have gone to other temples to earn money to ring the bell. So it's even more desolate.

The plum blossom is just in time, and Hongjie can't help but get close to it and smell it gently. The fragrance of the plum blossom comes into her body. Then she remembers that Zhang Xiaojian gave him the fruit in Yanguo.

At the beginning, I was a kind thought, but I didn't expect to get so much reward. It seems that people still have to do good things.

Along the steps, a grand and solemn Temple appeared in front of her. The three words of Tongtian temple came to her face. The heavy vicissitudes of history suddenly entered the heart and lung, and did not come out for a long time.

In the old days, the swallow in front of Wang Xie hall flew into the common people's house. The red sister could not help but read out two difficult sentences, which filled her with emotion.

The gate of the temple is open, and a young monk is sweeping the floor. Once, he is not in a hurry, as if he is doing a very sacred thing.

The little monk heard the red sister's footsteps, hit a thorny, and then took her to the hall.

Red sister kneels on the futon, heart like water, the most inside murmur, do not know what to say. Speaking, the face did not know how to rise on the red clouds, but also added a bit of charming.

Hongjie got up from the futon, took out 100000 yuan from her pocket bag, handed it to the little monk, and said, "I think it's Zhang Xiaojian's donation. If you want to remember the credit, it's even Zhang Xiaojian's."

Red sister said she was going to leave, but she remembered an old voice behind her.

"Please stay, benefactor. I never accept alms in vain. If you have a cup of tea, please taste it." An old monk with white hair and beard did not know when he would appear in the hall.

When the little monk saw the old monk, he called his ancestor respectfully and then retreated.

The red sister was stunned for a moment. Seeing that although the man was clothed in cloth and long robes, he felt different from the common people. She replied with a smile and said, "Amitabha, how dare you disturb your Qingxiu."

The old monk laughed, reached out and said, "please."

Hongjie also made a request, followed by the old monk into a quiet place.

A bed, a tea table, two stools, and a word hanging on the wall, Buddha.

Lao he Shang took up a cup of tea, handed it to Hongjie, and said, "benefactor can understand Buddha."

Hongjie hesitated and said, "great wisdom."

The old monk laughed and pointed to the tea. The two took a sip each. It's really good tea. It's fragrant."Benefactor knows how to save people." The old monk asked again.

Hongjie hesitated for a moment and said, "we should help all living beings."

The old monk laughed and drank tea again. He said, "Buddha has a destiny. To save those who can be saved, everything is about fate."

Red sister suddenly Leng where, did not understand what the old monk said.

Lao he Shang picked up the teapot and asked, "benefactor, you should fill in some."

Red sister understood that this was to serve tea to see off the guests, so she stood up, played Jishou, and turned to leave.

When he walked again, he thought about what the old monk said. What is Buddha's destiny and what can be saved? Everything is a fate. Does the old monk want to point out something about himself.

Hongjie felt that her head was a little big. After half a day's guessing, she didn't understand. She might as well have thought about it. After kneeling in the hall, she was ready to turn around and leave.

Down the mountain, the steps are covered with sunshine, making people feel incomparably comfortable.

With the wind blowing, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and everything is quiet.

Red sister went over and over again, thinking about a contract after the Chinese new year, the other party is a person who does not enter the oil and salt.

I can't think of a lot of ways. I've been beaten back in officialdom. I don't lack money to spend money. My only hobby seems to be that I like beautiful women, but I'm not in bed. I like to talk about the past and the present with that kind of refined women. But where can there be such refined women? They are mediocre and vulgar. But most of them are that they can only give up if they can't.

When Hongjie thinks like this, she suddenly feels that her feet are touching something. When she looks down, her face suddenly changes, because she almost stepped on a woman.