Fast Travel: My villain must be blackened

Shi Yu climbed up the stairs step by step, she looked at the devout people around her and smiled slightly.

People, as expected, you still have to have some faith in your heart.

It is better to ask God than to ask oneself.

Shi Yu smiled sarcastically, but in fact, how could the God of All Beings see so many people.

but……

It's probably good to give yourself some psychological comfort.

Shi Yu stepped on the stone steps step by step. This temple is not big and the mountain road is rugged. In the past, there were no such stone steps, only the muddy road stepped on by everyone.

This was built by later believers with money.

Because this temple is indeed very spiritual, and slowly there are more and more people.

Hua Ling walked up while gently stroking the bodhi bracelet on her wrist.

When she was at the foot of the mountain, she could see clearly, but when she finally reached the gate of the temple, she only felt that there was a layer of mist in front of her eyes. With the curling smoke, the temple seemed to be isolated from the world, and it really didn't seem to belong to the world. of.

Hua Ling stood in front of the temple gate and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then stepped in after hesitating for a while.

She bought a few sticks of incense and lit them in the ash cauldron, folded her hands together and bent down to worship.

Manshu thought it was very interesting in her mind and chuckled, "Who would have thought that one day we people from the underworld would come to worship the Buddha in the Western Paradise."

Hua Ling parted her lips.

Yes.

worship Buddha.

Though thinking like this, Hua Ling respectfully performed the proper etiquette, and then walked towards the small place selling bracelets.

It was indeed a small place. There was a wooden table under the Bodhi tree, and a monk in gray robes was slowly and orderly tapping the wooden fish in his hand with his eyes closed.

Hua Ling looked at him twice more.

His beard is gray and his face is full of wrinkles, and there are some age spots in the corners of his eyes. Just looking at him like this, I always feel that he is about to become a Buddha.

only……

Selling bracelets here should not be to that extent.

Thinking so, Hua Ling lined up, and when she got in front of him, she vaguely heard him reciting Buddhist scriptures.

He kept his eyes closed the whole time, ignoring these people.

Hua Ling glanced at the small wooden box next to the bracelet, on which were written "donor please feel free".

The share of money depends on them themselves, even if it is only a dime, it doesn't matter.

She had just seen some coin tossers, some who just took it for nothing, and some who swiped their cards symbolically.

The others had already held the money in their hands and waited to rush to him and immediately took the bracelet. Only Hua Ling took out a hundred-yuan bill from the bag and put it in the small wooden box.

However, before she could put the money in, the old monk who had kept his eyes closed opened them.

Those eyes are not half cloudy and old like the old people, but they are extraordinarily clear, more energetic than some young people.

He glanced at Hualing, then looked at the hands on her wrists, stood up and bowed, "Amitabha."

Hua Ling was a little puzzled, "Master, what does this mean?"

The old monk looked at Hua Ling without sadness or joy, and said in an old voice, "The benefactor already has a bracelet and it is inconvenient to take it. If you ask for it again, it will only damage your blessing."

Hua Ling moved her eyes, "But this string in my hand was also begged for me."

"The poor monk remembers that this list of benefactors was consecrated by the poor monk himself." The old monk's voice was still calm and calm, "Even so, it is not appropriate to ask again."

Hua Ling thought it was interesting, she had asked for this bracelet for several years, and she saw that these bracelets all looked the same, she just added "Ling" to this string, after so long, does this old monk still remember?

Don't just open your eyes and see the beads on her wrist and start talking nonsense.

"Amitabha, monks don't lie."

The old monk added something as if he knew what she was thinking.

Hua Ling chuckled and insisted, "What if I have to ask?"

The old monk looked at her for a while and sighed softly, then asked: "What does the benefactor want to ask for that person?"

What are you asking for...

Hua Ling thought about it seriously.

Thinking of Jiang Chen's original ending, she blurted out, "Live a long life."

The old monk sighed again.

Hua Ling is speechless, praying to gods and Buddha is either seeking marriage or career, and isn't it just health?There is nothing wrong with her words, why is she always sighing?

The old monk asked Hua Ling to put away the money. He looked at several begging bowls on the side, and took out a small round piece of wood from one of them. It was a bit thick and he didn't know what kind of wood it was.

He gestured for Hua Ling to sit down beside him.

Hua Ling was a little confused and followed what he said.

"If the benefactor insists on doing this, he can personally carve a character of that person's name on this piece of wood before taking this string of white jade Bodhi."

"Lettering?"

The old monk nodded, then sat down again and continued to knock on the wooden fish without saying anything.

The line continues.

Hua Ling glanced at the tools at hand and sighed softly, she didn't tell her that she needed to engrave characters.

What's more, it is already difficult to write on wood, wouldn't it be even more difficult to carve that word out!

Annoyed, Hua Ling slowly carved a rough outline of "Chen" with a carving knife.

She engraved and counted at the same time, ten strokes!

Manshu asked suspiciously: "My lord, why didn't you engrave Jiang? It's a few short strokes!"

Hua Ling's eyes lit up.

yes!How did she subconsciously...

Just as she was about to change it with the carving knife, the old monk who had knocked on the wooden fish stopped for a moment and reminded, "When the pen is written, it is a foregone conclusion, and it cannot be changed."

Hua Ling's hand was hanging on the wood chip, she looked at the old monk seriously, and it was ignored before that he would close his eyes, how did he know that she wanted to modify it?

Really have such ability?

Hua Ling didn't believe it.

but……

She paused for a while, but still picked up the carving knife and carved the word "Chen" seriously, without changing the word.

In the main hall, Jiang Chen knelt on the futon and looked up at the towering Buddhas, praying sincerely.

"All Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, please listen to the wishes of believers. Believers don't need anything for the rest of their lives, but only ask Hua Ling to stay by their side forever. This alone is enough."

Jiang Chen silently repeated this sentence in his heart many times.

He didn't open his eyes until he thought that after reading so many times, even the Buddha should be tired of listening to it.

He didn't know if this lofty Buddha could notice him who knelt down at their feet like an ant, he just wanted to stop worrying about gain and loss, whether superstitious or not, he just wanted Hua Ling to stay by his side all the time.

He frowned slightly when he walked out of the hall full of incense and candles.

It must be noon by now, and I don't know what Hua Ling is doing or not, he has to hurry back and cook for her.

Jiang Chen thought about speeding up his pace, and casually glanced at the long queue as he passed by. He remembered that Hua Ling had a bodhi bracelet in his hand.

It was begged by her mother for her, and she wore it for many years.

It would be a bit heavy to wear two strings, not to mention it's getting late.

Looking at the long and dense team, Jiang Chen didn't step forward, but strode down the mountain.