pampered roses

Among the shadows of the trees, the incense on the top of the mountain floated down.

Tangli and Fu Zechen walked up the mountain with the marriage talisman they had begged for from the weird old lady.

The steps here are set up very high. There are many couples who have come down from the mountain after praying, and there are still some who are going up the steps.

Tangli hadn't been to a place like a temple for many years, and she was actually a little dazed for a while.

Fu Zechen clasped her palm, looked sideways at the expression on her face, and said lightly,

"Very novel?

Tangli looked up at her, shook her head, and nodded again, "Well, a little bit."

Fu Zechen smiled lightly, looked up at the temple on the steps, "Have you ever been here?"

Tangli pursed her lower lip, a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes, she clenched the palm of her left hand slightly, and smiled gently, "I haven't been here before."

This temple is called Qingcheng Temple. It is very famous in the entire imperial capital. It is full of incense all the year round. People at the foot of the mountain come and go. No matter what the weather is or the season, there are always people who want to come here.

Fu Zechen glanced at her and raised his eyebrows, "Never been here when I was a child? It's very famous here."

Tangli shook her head, "I've heard of it, but I don't really believe it." Her voice was a little low.

Fu Zechen paused, turned around and stared at her with lowered eyes, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he stretched out a hand to pick up the jade-faced Buddha hanging around Tangli's neck,

"You don't believe in Buddhism, you still wear this?"

His expression was very pale, but his eyes were as dark as a deep pool, staring at her quietly.

Tangli looked up at him, pursed her lips, and moved her slender eyelashes slightly, "I believe you."

I never take refuge in Buddha, I only take refuge in you.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his eyes were deep, and a dark color flashed in his eyes,

"The mouth is quite sweet." He chuckled, put the jade-faced Buddha back on his neck, and continued to walk up.

The steps were long, and Fu Zechen held her hand, and said softly as he walked,

"I lived in this temple for two years."

His tone was very light, without any waves, as if he was telling someone else's story,

"In the years when I was most angry, the old lady at home really couldn't do anything about me. She prayed to God and worshiped Buddha. In the end, I didn't know which monk's nonsense she heard, so she just asked the bodyguards at home to carry me out of the clubhouse in the middle of the night. Send it here."

He recalled it with a bit of a smile in his words.

But Tangli knew what happened in those two years when he understated it.

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes, lifted his chin, and pointed to the bamboo forest in front, "I stayed in that bamboo forest every day for two years. At the beginning, I didn't quite get used to it, but later on it was really true. Together with that group of monks, I ate fast and prayed to Buddha for two years."

Tangli looked down at the bluestone slab under her feet, with a calm expression on her face, and said in a warm voice, "So, is that why everyone called you Jade Faced Buddha?"

Fu Zechen clicked his tongue and squeezed the palm of her hand, "It's quite smart."

Tangli curled her lips and said sullenly, "A normal person can guess it, okay?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "Then guess again, why do they call me King Yama?"

Tangli's heart skipped a beat, the corners of her lips pursed, she looked up at him, and shook her head, "I can't guess."

Fu Zechen looked at her, laughed out loud, raised his hand and squeezed her chin, "Answer so soon?"

"Well," Tangli looked at him with calm eyes, "I can't guess."

Fu Zechen smiled, with a calm expression, clasped her wrist and continued to walk forward, but did not say the answer.

The seventh day of every month in Qingcheng Temple is the most spiritual time to seek marriage, so every month on this day, there will always be many lovers come to the foot of the temple mountain to pray for blessings and beg for marriage.

On the mountainside, there is a marriage tree that is said to be thousands of years old. From the tree body to the branches, it is basically covered with various marriage belts.

When Tangli and Fu Zechen arrived, the red ribbon on the marriage tree whistled with the wind.

Fu Zechen took the marriage belt he had asked for from the blind old lady, found the tallest branch and tied the belt on it.

Tangli stood under the tree, looked up at the dense red ribbons on the marriage tree, and squinted her eyes.

I don't know if the one she wore when she was a child is still there... It's been so many years, it probably has faded away with the weather.

Fu Zechen fastened his belt and jumped off the big rock in front of him.

Tangli couldn't help laughing while watching his actions.

Fu Zechen looked at her with a frown, and said lightly, "What are you laughing at?"

Tangli pursed her lips, held back, with a serious expression, "Happy."

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes, leaned slightly closer, pressed the soft flesh on the back of her neck and said, "All the gods and Buddhas are here, so I won't bully you anymore, I will settle the score when I go home."

Tangli's ears were slightly hot, she glared at him angrily, and pushed him away.

There were other couples who were looking for marriage in the back, and they also came to tie red ribbons, and the two left and walked out.

"Do you want to pay your respects inside?" Tangli asked softly.

Fu Zechen looked indifferent, "I won't go."

Tangli pursed her lower lip and looked at him sideways, "It's already here, should we ask the Bodhisattva some questions?"

Fu Zechen clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "Xiao Luoshen, what's the matter with you?"

Tangli froze for a moment, then looked at him blankly, "Ah, what's wrong?"

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes and looked at her, showing a somewhat disappointed expression, "I said just now that I only believed in me, but now I changed my belief in front of me."

Tangli: "..."

Tangli blushed a little at what he said, and didn't bother to pay attention to him, "If you don't say goodbye, don't say goodbye, let's hurry down the mountain."

Fu Zechen hummed, clasped her hand again, and said indifferently,

"What can I ask the Bodhisattva?"

Tangli looked down at her toes, and said softly, "I'm asking the Bodhisattva, not you."

Fu Zechen frowned and was silent for two seconds, "It makes sense."

The two held hands and walked towards the foot of the mountain. It was already lunch time, and there were no people on the road.

There is a cluster of very beautiful flowers in the middle of the mountainside, bunches of purple flowers, very beautiful.

Tangli noticed it when she came, and she was about to leave now, so she took Fu Zechen to watch it together.

"Can I pick it?" Tangli raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zechen with clear eyes, curious like a little girl.

Fu Zechen glanced at her, reached out and picked a flower directly.

Tangli: "..."

"No one is watching, so you can pick it if you want." With a salty expression, he played with the purple flower in his hand with his long and slender fingers, twirling flexibly between his finger bones.

Tangli pursed her lips, looked around quietly, and secretly picked a small purple flower.

She took off the small leaves under the petals, pinned them in her hair, looked up at Fu Zechen,

"Does it look good?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on her face.

A nameless lavender flower was pinned in the black hair, Tangli had a pure and gentle smile on her face, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him.

His expression moved slightly, his eyes fell on her face, and the flowers in his hands spread out between his palms,

"Looks good, will you marry me?"

Tangli smiled, "I knew you would..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized what Fu Zechen had said.

Fu Zechen looked at her, smiled, put one leg back on the ground, and knelt on one knee.

She was stunned, and the purple flower in the black hair fell to the ground.

Fu Zechen knelt in front of her on one knee, with his palms spread out, and in his palm lay a small wreath ring woven with the purple nameless flowers just now.

He raised his eyes, and his dark eyes stared at her for a moment,

"It is said that there is a Bodhisattva spirit here, so I will try it too.

Will Tangli marry me? "

Tangli was stunned, her brain seemed to lose the ability to reason in an instant, she only looked at Fu Zechen who was kneeling in front of her, and her mind was buzzing.

Fu Zechen raised his eyes and stared into her eyes, and said word by word,

"Tangli, marry me."

"marry me."

The Sanskrit sounds of the temple entered the ears, and the breath of sandalwood came.

The nameless little purple flowers bloomed behind them, and the red ribbons fluttered on the marriage tree not far away, and one piece was blown off by the wind.

The red ribbon that has been around for a long time is a little mottled, and the crooked and childish font on it is written one by one——

"Bodhisattva, let Tangli marry Fu Zechen."

After many years,

The Bodhisattva seemed to have finally heard her wish.

The little girl said,

"it is good."