Qin Wuyan refused: "I don't believe this!"
The abbot has kind eyebrows and kind eyes: "Fate will arrange things that are destined, otherwise, the benefactor may kill everyone close to him."
Qin Wuyan looked at the old monk with fixed eyebrows, and smiled coldly: "I have never believed in the heavens, ghosts and gods, let alone destiny.
Since fate is determined by heaven, everything I do is in accordance with the will of heaven, let alone put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.
I control my own life!
Master abbot, don't you care too much, what do you want to say to me? "
The abbot had no choice but to take back the Buddhist beads in his hand: "Amitabha, is the benefactor willing to let his wife become a monk, eat fast and chant Buddhist sutras every day, and from now on, the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp will accompany him, so that he can live in peace for the rest of his life?"
Qin Wuyan: "..."
Qin Wuyan didn't realize it for a while, and after a while, he understood the meaning of Master Abbot's words, and immediately flew into a rage: "It's delusional! My wife has always been a master since she was a child. Can you accompany the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha?"
What's more, Zhuang Xiaoyu is like his eyeballs and the apex of his heart, how could he be willing to let Zhuang Xiaoyu eat fast and chant Buddha all his life, and live alone?
She was born in a wealthy family, and she was used to rich clothes and fine food since she was a child, how could she endure such hardships?
The master abbot sighed: "The benefactor, please calm down, I just ask the benefactor, all decisions are made by the madam..."
Qin Wuyan was full of confidence: "Although my wife is kind by nature, she doesn't believe in reincarnation and Buddha. The abbot should give up on it. Xiaoyu will not agree to become a monk."
The abbot saw that Qin Wuyan was extremely repulsive to his suggestion, and he didn't want to force others to make things difficult for him. "I have arranged a good wing room. The benefactor and his wife can stay here for one night. Think carefully about the suggestion I just made."
If it wasn't for Zhuang Xiaoyu kneeling in front of the Buddha in the Daxiong Hall, praying, Qin Wuyan would probably be so angry that he would burn the temple down.
Qin Wuyan sneered coldly: "It is said that monks are merciful and would rather demolish a thousand temples than destroy a family, but the abbot wants to do the opposite. What's the reason?
Are monks so compassionate and ruin marriages? "
The abbot clasped his hands together: "It's good, it's good. Marriage is good or bad. Although bad fate is also fate, it's a good thing to turn around in time. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..."
"Shut up." Qin Wuyan was furious, the sword in his hand was just about to be unsheathed and placed on the abbot's neck, when a light cough came from not far away.
Qin Wuyan quickly put away the sword, turned around, and strode towards Zhuang Xiaoyu, "Come out?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Xiaoyu coughed lowly, looked up to this end of the corridor: "I heard some movement over there just now, who is talking?"
"No one, you heard it wrong." Qin Wuyan supported Zhuang Xiaoyu, his eyebrows were gentle, his voice was warm, and he was completely different from the violence just now: "You must be tired after this journey, go to the wing room to rest for a while, okay?" Okay? I'll ask someone to bring some vegetarian dishes for you to try."
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, letting Qin Wuyan support her, and their backs disappeared into the corner together.
The abbot stood behind the column, looked at the two people who left, and shook his head, "Sin, sin, karma, father's debt and daughter's repayment, what a pity!"
Back in the wing room, Zhuang Xiaoyu sat at the table, staring at the lighted oil lamp with his chin in a daze, Qin Wuyan hurriedly took out the quilt and pillows he had brought, spread them on the bed, and lit Zhuang Xiaoyu's favorite lamp again. The incense...