The mountain built by the Wenshu Temple in Qiomi Town was a little high, and when Xie Huahua ran almost two-thirds of the way in one breath, he was already panting and sweating, he bent over and put his hands on his knees, panting, and then exhaled heavily and continued to run towards the mountain.
When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he happened to look down, and it was already foggy, and the scenery above the mountainside was like a fairyland, beautiful, but no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was not as good as the person who was struggling to pursue it on the mountain.
There are only three meditation rooms on the mountain, built around them, and then the remaining empty side is a small flat dam paved with bluestone paving, two large trees on the left and right sides of the flat dam, and then the thick trunk of the tree supports a simple hanging chair, on which a woman swayed with her back to the person coming up the mountain.
When he stepped on the last staircase, Xie Huahua was already tired like a dog, his hair was scattered, and he was tired, but when he saw the back of the hanging chair, he felt that everything was worth it just now.
I liked it the day I saw it, and I liked it even more when I saw it today.
"You, you, you—good."
Xie Huahua, who had a thousand words to tell her, suddenly lost his sense of proportion, and his speech became stammering, and he didn't know what people's names were, so he could only shout hello.
The girl with long hair on the hanging chair turned her head, and her eyes showed a doubt, who is this person?
Looks familiar, huh?
Xie Huahua's heartbeat was already accelerating, although he didn't know what his expression was now, but he understood that his face must have turned red.
This woman's appearance is indeed not very good, and even her appearance in the capital is probably just played by some small magnates, and the real big people can't look down on it.
Her face is like a bun that has been slightly reduced by a few dollars, her eyebrows and eyes are only mediocre, and her nose is a little good-looking, but it is difficult to support her face, which is only half a point higher than mediocrity.
However, this woman's temperament is different from that of women in Beijing, most of the women in Beijing wear heavy makeup, and occasionally some women say that they don't apply powder, but they also play part of the light color, and now the girl in front of Xie Huahua is really natural and pure.
The body exudes a refreshing temperament, anyway, when Xie Huahua saw her, no matter how much pressure he had in his heart, he was suddenly swept away.
"Hello."
Although the woman wondered how Xie Huahua would come to this mountain, after all, people greeted him, so naturally they couldn't turn a deaf ear.
"Excuse me, childe, who are you?"
She saw that Xie Huahua seemed to be demented, just smirked, and took the initiative to ask, and involuntarily walked towards the meditation room on the left, where there was a kitchen knife, this inexplicable man came up the mountain to prevent it if he had a bad heart.
Xie Huahua's eyes stared at her, and his mouth also spoke: "I-my name is Xie Huahua, of course, you can also call me Huahua like my good brother in the future."
Xie Huahua is so excited that he forgot to ask the girl's name, but he doesn't blame him, he is probably not much worse than a blank sheet of paper in terms of emotional intelligence.
The girl stopped, because she noticed that the man who was very nervous did not have any out-of-character behavior and language, and when she heard him speak so shyly, the woman couldn't help but laugh, but then she hurriedly used her long sleeves to cover her toothy smile, and the smile on her face made Xie Huahua look stupid.
"Why did Childe come here?"
Since Xie Huahua didn't ask the famous woman and was embarrassed to say it, the two had an awkward chat.
Xie Huahua blurted out directly: "I'm here for you" The girl was frightened by Xie Huahua, she hid her face in surprise: "Childe still don't make jokes about Qinglian, besides, Qinglian is already planning to cut her hair and become a nun, and she will no longer pay attention to worldly things."
"It turns out that your name is Qinglian."
Xie Huahua smiled, but then his face changed greatly, and he cut his hair to ignore mundane things?
What's going on?
At this time, the old host of Manjushri Temple and the little novice happened to walk to the top of the mountain and stood behind Xie Huahua, and the two of them, one old and one young, were not bad at their feet.
Xie Huahua naturally found out, he turned to the old monk and scolded: "Old bald donkey, what did you do to my Qinglian to let her escape into your bullshit empty door."
The old monk was nothing, and the little novice exploded like a cat that had stepped on its tail, and scolded back: "Who are you scolding, don't scold or scold, don't listen, be careful I let the Buddha take you in, and then send you to the eighteenth layer of hell to never be reborn."
The old monk: "Huisheng, starting tonight, you will copy all the scriptures in the Zangjing Pavilion for me again, and I will beat you if you miss one word." ” Xiao Shami's mouth muttered, but he didn't talk back, anyway, he was punished for copying the scriptures not once or twice, but seven or eight times, and now he can copy the scriptures directly without looking at the back, and the little novice is very confident that he can not drop a word for word.
And the old monk calmly said to Xie Huahua: "I won't accept her."
Xie Huahua breathed a sigh of relief, but the woman was not in a hurry, her face suddenly became a little nervous and frightened, and she asked anxiously, "Abbot, didn't you promise me before?"
Why doesn't talking count now?
Shouldn't monks be non-verbal, aren't you now saying something against what the Buddha said?
” Several questions in a row made the little novice have a headache, and secretly muttered that the women under the mountain are indeed tigers, and it seems that they have to stay away from them in the future, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, fortunately the abbot did not accept her, otherwise he would have to deliberately avoid her in the temple in the future.
The old monk told the woman not to be excited, and several people sat at the stone table, and the old monk said to the woman: "I promised you because you have nowhere to go, and my Buddha will naturally not see you die."
The Buddha said that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, so I promise you.
"Then why do you regret it now, abbot?"
The old monk smiled, pointed at Xie Huahua, and said, "Because there is him now."
He can solve all the difficulties you encounter at present, and he can also shield you from the wind and rain you encounter in the future.
When the Buddha thought that his followers had a better place to be, the Buddha would let her go, instead of being bound to her. ” "Him?"
The woman named Qinglian was surprised, this young and handsome son does make people feel very noble to look at, but what does such a character have to do with herself?
There is nothing he can do, there is no other way but to escape into the empty door, even if this son has thousands of family fortunes, how can he help that family.
Besides, even if others can, why should they help themselves?
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Therefore, Qinglian once again asked the old monk to let her enter the Buddha Gate, even if she cut off the green silk and the green lantern ancient Buddha as a companion, it would be better than going to live a life that was worse than death in the future.
Xie Huahua on the side probably heard clearly, the woman he fell in love with at first sight was in trouble, and she couldn't do anything but escape by escaping into the empty door, and she didn't know that she liked her from beginning to end, so Xie Huahua stood up, he didn't care about the woman's shock and grabbed her hand directly in his hand, the touch of these hands was exactly the same as that day, Xie Huahua plucked up the courage to say what he wanted to say like a fish bone stuck in his throat and couldn't say it.
Qing Lian frowned and was about to break free, and also shouted: "Please respect yourself."
Xie Huahua looked at her frightened eyes and suddenly felt distressed, Xie Huahua did not hesitate this time, his eyes stared.
"I can, I will fight any wind and rain for you now and in the future."
This is the first time Xie Huahua has said this promise so sincerely to a woman in all these years.
And he will certainly give his efforts to this vow.