Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Lafayette got Lu Qiao's guarantee and was relieved. Early the next morning, before dawn, he pulled Lu Qiao out of bed and took her to a temple in the suburbs that was said to be particularly spiritual.

Lu Qiao has been suffering from severe insomnia for the past few days, not enough sleep time at all, and when he got up early in the morning, he had a terrible headache, his head was a mess, and he followed Lafayette up the mountain in a daze. where, and where to go.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, the morning light is twilight, the Mercy Temple is painted in Phnom Penh by the sunlight, the monks are sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door, and the sound of chanting in the temple floats out, Lu Qiao has an indescribable feeling, very mysterious, and his impetuous heart is settled After coming down, the pain that was screaming frantically all the time has subsided, and there is a rare tranquility.

Zhuang Lanshan had been here a few times, so she was familiar with this place, she led Lu Qiao inside, knelt down in front of the hall, and sincerely begged for blessings.

Lu Qiao bowed down with Zhuang Lanshan, but her heart was empty and empty.

After begging, she stood up, Lu Qiao looked up at the Bodhisattva, who smiled with pity and mercy.

Zhuang Lanshan went to donate money for sesame oil, and Lu Qiao stood alone in the yard waiting for her.

A monk walked in, clasped his hands together and said, "I see that the benefactor has a sad face, whether the benefactor is confused or not, and asks for a lottery, to help himself."

Lu Qiao turned to look at the monk.

The monk's face was pale, he didn't look like the kind of person with evil intentions, Lu Qiao thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm sorry."

"The benefactor is polite." The monk stretched out his hand and led Lu Qiao to the lottery asking place, "The benefactor, please..."

There are quite a lot of people at the sign-seeking place, and everyone has various knots in their minds. They can't solve it, can't escape, and if they can't figure it out, they pin their hopes on the gods and Buddhas.

Having experienced a lot, Lu Qiao can see everything clearly, but only when it comes to love, he has fallen down countless times, unable to see through, unable to get out.

The monk said: "When the benefactor wants to ask for something, when he draws the lottery, he will think about it silently in his heart. The first lottery that falls is the answer."

Lu Qiao closed her eyes, and according to what the monk said, thinking about Huo Yan, she went to cast the lottery.

The sticks in the stick barrel collided and made a sound, and one fell out.

Lu Qiao reached out to pick it up, and only one word "sleepy" was signed on it.

Lu Qiao couldn't figure it out, so she put the lottery at the lottery release place, and a monk who was older than the monk who brought her here just now took a look.

The monk asked, "What is the almsgiver asking for?"

"Marriage."

The monk put the stick on the table, a scarlet word, very conspicuous, with a strong sense of presence.

Lu Qiao stared at the sign and asked, "Master, do you know what this means?"

The monk clasped his hands together and looked at Lu Qiao indifferently.

"As the saying goes, the face is born from the heart, and the benefactor has a sad look on his face. What he is looking for here is marriage. I guess the benefactor should be trapped by the word 'love', in a dilemma."

The monk said: "All kindness and love will be impermanent and hard to come by for a long time. There are many fears in life, and life is in danger in the morning dew. From love there is sorrow, and from love there is fear. If you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fears."

Without the Beloved, there is no worry and no fear...

Lu Qiao read this sentence silently, and laughed at herself for a while. In the end, it was just because she was worthless, otherwise, she would have given up on it long ago.

How could it be possible to make myself into such a ghostly look.

"If feelings can be released freely, there won't be so much pain. I want to let go, but I don't know how to let go. Is there any way, master?"