Touch the cold

Mo Zijin was stunned for a moment, seeing Ren Xiuqi's stern expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and followed him into the room.

Inside the room, Ren Xiuqi signaled Mo Zijin to sit down, turned around and closed the door, went to the cabinet, took out a stack of papers, and put it in front of Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin glanced at the stack of papers, and said to Ren Xiuqi, "Uncle Ren, you are..."

Ren Xiuqi narrowed his eyes slightly, spread the stack of papers in front of Mo Zijin one by one, and said, "This is everyone who knows about our place and the stations in various places. I have already told them that they will contact you in the future." .”

Regarding Ren Xiuqi's words, Mo Zijin didn't react for a while, and just looked at him blankly.

"You replace me to keep this place running." Seeing that Mo Zijin was in a daze, Ren Xiuqi tapped the table lightly and said earnestly.

"Uncle Ren..." Mo Zijin said with a bit of surprise, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped back with a gesture from Ren Xiuqi.

"You don't need to answer me." Ren Xiuqi said, "I know you definitely don't want to take this seat. But it doesn't matter. You should think about it carefully. I've paved the way for you. It's up to you whether you go or not. Choice. However, if you really don't want to take this path in the future, remember to give Qi Shuang the things I showed you today."

Mo Zijin was silent for a while, then sighed quietly, "I will."

"En." Ren Xiuqi only smiled in satisfaction.

After coming out of Ren Xiuqi's room, Mo Zijin saw Qi Shuang was still in the yard drinking madly, with a muscular arm hanging on Lingyou's shoulder, chattering incomprehensibly.

While grinning, Ling You pinched Qi Shuang's arm, pushed Qi Shuang's drunken face away, and shouted unhappily, "Stay away from me."

Looking at this scene, Mo Zijin shook his head helplessly, ignored Lingyou's eyes calling for help, and climbed up to the roof to drink.

Maybe it was because he was used to being taken care of by A Xue, or maybe it was because Ren Xiuqi was really old. After that day, Ren Xiuqi's illness became more and more serious. They took turns to take care of him, but in the end they still couldn't keep him. That autumn, Ren Xiuqi still left.

"Do you feel that everything is like a dream?" After Ren Xiuqi had left for a few days, Qi Shuang leaned on the pillar of the porch and said to Mo Zijin, "I think my sister was still at my side yesterday to make trouble with me. Uncle also scolded me for being reckless and ignorant of the seriousness, but if you look at it now, there is nothing."

Mo Zijin raised his head and looked at a row of wild geese flying across the sky. The autumn sun was not so strong, and it only lightly sprinkled a layer on the courtyard.Mo Zijin didn't speak, but looked down at the stack of papers in his hand.

Qi Shuang turned to look at Mo Zijin, and suddenly said, "I'm really worried that you will never accept what Uncle Ren entrusted to you."

Mo Zijin raised the paper in his hand, and said to Qi Shuang, "Uncle Ren said, if I really don't want to do it, I will leave this thing to you."

Qi Shuang smiled and shook her head, "Then don't give it to me, I think it's hot."

Mo Zijin held the papers in his hands, lowered his head and smiled, he felt that what Qi Shuang said was right, many things were like a dream, while struggling to wake up from the dream, at the same time staying in the dream with anticipation middle.

"That's right." Qi Shuang said again: "In a few days, I want to go to the temple to offer some incense, first for my sister, and second for Uncle Ren, how about it, do you want to go with me?"

Mo Zijin didn't believe in such things as gods and Buddhas at first, but now holding the paper in his hand, he still nodded.

Outside Yongcheng, there is a small temple. Although the temple is not big, the incense is very prosperous. Qi Shuang said that it is because the Bodhisattvas here are very spiritual.

"Don't make a sour face, since you are here, please sincerely pay your respects." Qi Shuang said, poking Mo Zijin beside him.

Mo Zijin got a little headache from the smell of incense in the temple, so he kept frowning, and scribbled to Qi Shuang: "Got it, I'm just a little dizzy."

Qi Shuang curled her lips, and gave Mo Zijin a few incense sticks, and when she caught a Buddha statue, she knelt up to worship, and when she knelt on the futon, she turned her head to look at Mo Zijin, motioning for him to come too.

Mo Zijin sighed helplessly, knelt down on the futon with the incense stick in his hand, looked up at the Buddha statue in front of him and remained silent for a moment, then inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner one by one.

"Why do you burn incense sticks one by one?" Qi Shuang had already finished worshiping the Buddha, and felt a little amused by Mo Zijin's behavior.

"It's all the same." Mo Zijin said.However, Qi Shuang didn't know that Mo Zijin was actually thinking of three people in his heart, Yan Bei whom he had never met before, Song Boyi who had been down and out all his life, and Qin Yi who didn't know where he was.

"It's done." After Mo Zijin made his obeisance, Qi Shuang shrugged and said, "I have done everything that should be done, and I will ask for a lottery at the end."

"Ask for a lottery?" Mo Zijin got up from the futon and asked, "What lottery do you want?"

"Ask for a marriage lottery for A Xue." Qi Shuang said with some embarrassment.

Mo Zijin sighed dumbfoundedly, "You brother is..."

There were very few people in the place where people asked for signatures today, and an old monk in the room leaned back on the chair with half-closed eyes, and when he saw Mo Zijin and the others approaching, he straightened up and smiled at them.

Qi Shuang walked towards the old monk, but Mo Zijin did not step forward, but stood not far away and watched quietly.

Qi Shuang didn't know what he had said to the old monk, but the old monk nodded with a smile, took out the stick and stretched it towards Qi Shuang.But Qi Shuang didn't start pumping again immediately, but rubbed his hands exaggeratedly before extending his hand, but his extended hand was suspended in mid-air, but he stopped, and turned his head to look at Mo Zijin.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zijin tilted his head and asked him.

Qi Shuang gritted her teeth, walked towards Mo Zijin and said hesitantly, "You, you smoke it for me. I, I have never been lucky. I always lost bets in the past. You smoke it for me. I hold back my urine, first Go and let it go." After saying that, Qi Shuang clutched her stomach and ran away.

"Hello." Mo Zijin called Qi Shuang twice, but Qi Shuang didn't look back. Looking at Qi Shuang's back, Mo Zijin shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked towards the old monk. Come out with a sign and hand it back to him.

The old monk took the lottery, squinted at it, and handed a piece of hexagrams to Mo Zijin without saying anything.

The hexagram reads: Before the son-in-law is recruited, come to ask for divination. Who knows that good things will repeat, and should be fulfilled in the next life, and Fulu will end up leisurely.

Mo Zijin held the thin piece of paper in a daze, the hexagram was not good, and Qi Shuang originally asked for a lottery for A Xue, but the hexagram was very similar to what happened to him.

"How is it?" When Mo Zijin was in a daze, Qi Shuang had already returned, and asked beside him.

Mo Zijin came back to his senses, quickly folded up the hexagram and held it in his hand, put on a smiling face and said to Qi Shuang, "Good sign, it's about a husband and wife who live together forever."

After listening to Mo Zijin's words, Qi Shuang let out a long breath, lowered his head and whispered, "That's good, that's good." Then he raised his head, bowed to the old monk and said, "Master, thank you gone."

The old monk didn't expose Mo Zijin's lies, he still nodded with a smile, faced the door and made a gesture of invitation to the two of them, and said: "Donors are welcome, let me send you two benefactors."

"It's troublesome." Mo Zijin smiled reluctantly.

Qi Shuang also grinned at the old monk, but the smile was genuinely relaxed.

Although the temple on the mountain is not big, the environment does not have a sense of tranquility. On the way to send the two out, the old monk would occasionally talk about the vegetation and buildings in the temple. Although Qi Shuang was not interested, she still listened patiently. Occasionally, he would ask the old monk a few words, but Mo Zijin remained silent, walking slowly with his head down.

"Master, I see that there are snakes, rats and ants crawling around in this temple, and they are rampant. Do you really not kill?" Qi Shuang asked as he looked at a poisonous scorpion crawling past his feet.

"My Buddha is merciful." The old monk said with his hands clasped together.

Qi Shuang smiled, yawned and continued: "That's true, compassion, I just went to pour water behind your temple, and I saw that some of the people living here are not Buddhist disciples?"

The old monk thought for a while, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, you are talking about the benefactor." The old monk rolled up his robe and said slowly: "The benefactor came a few months ago. At that time, I just bowed to Buddha without saying a word, stayed here for a long time, and I saw that the benefactor was very generous, so I didn't bother him, and then slowly, the benefactor settled down here."

"There are other things like this?" Qi Shuang smiled, "Then, does Master know the origin of that person?"

"I don't know." The old monk shook his head, "The benefactor never communicates with others, and I only know that the benefactor's surname is Qin."

"This person is quite strange." Qi Shuang patted the back of her head and said, but with one side of her head, she didn't see Mo Zijin who was walking beside her just now. Looking back, she stood motionless behind the two of them. A few steps away.

"What's wrong with you?" Qi Shuang walked towards Mo Zijin and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Where is that man?" Mo Zijin asked Qi Shuang, his voice hoarse.

Qi Shuang was taken aback by Mo Zijin's question, blinked and asked, "Wh... who is it?"

"You just met that person named Qin." Mo Zijin's voice was already trembling.

"Just..." Qi Shuang was puzzled by Mo Zijin's reaction, pointed to the room behind Mo Zijin, and said stammeringly: "Just... it's in the small bamboo forest behind that room."

Mo Zijin turned around and looked at the direction Qi Shuang was pointing at.

"What's the matter with you?" Qi Shuang looked at Mo Zijin whose shoulders were trembling slightly and asked, but just as he finished speaking, Mo Zijin ran towards the back of the room, leaving behind a piece of crumpled hexagrams on the ground.

Qi Shuang picked up the hexagrams on the ground, unfolded them and read them, then tore up the hexagrams and let the wind blow them away.