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The weather was fine and the autumn wind was brisk. There were many people going out, and the crowd was bustling and noisy.

Ji An hadn't been out of the house for quite a while, and he was suddenly stuck in a crowd, feeling very insecure, subconsciously leaning against Yan Huai's side, for fear of getting lost.

Yan Huai looked at the good boy who never left him, took out a few copper coins from his purse and threw them to Huoxiang, saying, "Which candied haws is the best? Go buy two bunches."

Huoxiang has already found out where there are snacks on the street and which places have the best snacks. Yan Huai believes in the ability of this monkey spirit who has followed her since she was a child. Then he took it and handed it to Ji An: "Try it."

Ji An remembered the sweet and sour taste very clearly since the last time he ate it, but unfortunately he was never willing to buy himself a bunch again to satisfy his cravings.

He looked at Yan Huai, hesitated for a moment, then obediently stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that Huoxiang had already started to eat with his own skewer, so he raised his arms a little higher, and said to Yan Huai, "Master, eat first."

Huoxiang was chewing a hawthorn, seeing Ji An foolishly handing over candied haws to Yan Huai, he said vaguely, "Master doesn't like..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he watched helplessly as the young master who didn't like hawthorn lowered his head calmly and took a hawthorn from the candied haws in Ji An's hand. .

Yan Huai is actually a bit afraid of sourness, no matter how much sugar the candied haws are dipped in, the hawthorn inside will still be sour, but today the child regards this not-so-new thing as something good, and eagerly holds it up to him. Yan Huai couldn't help but eat one.

He always chewed food carefully, and ate the hawthorn under Huoxiang's shocked gaze, then pushed Ji'an's hand and said, "Okay, I've eaten it, you can eat it."

Only then did Ji An hold the candied haws to his mouth, opened his mouth and carefully bit half of one.

After leaving the city, Ji An realized where they were going.

Although he has been here since he was eight years old, he seldom had the chance to go out during these years with Xin Chi. Xin Chi was strictly controlled by Mr. Xin and had no time to play. accountant.

But he followed Xin Chi to this place many times.

Going a little further, there is a monastery full of incense in the middle of the mountain. The rumors are amazing, saying that the abbot here is a direct disciple who has been enlightened by the real Buddha.

The old lady of the Xin family has some friendship with the host here. When the temple’s incense was dying, she made a donation. One year, the old lady was very ill, and the doctors were helpless. The Xin family was already secretly preparing for the funeral, but Unexpectedly, after living here for half a year, the old lady recovered.

Since then, the whole family of the Xin family has come to this temple to offer incense and pray for blessings every year, and to give porridge and charity. As the eldest son, Xin Chi naturally comes every year, and Ji An will follow him every time. Will the young master have knee pain if he wants to kneel to the Bodhisattva, and he will be sad if he goes back to copy the scriptures.

He lost his mind again, and heard that Huoxiang seemed to be saying "seeking marriage" or something, so he subconsciously whispered: "The Bodhisattva here is very spiritual."

In fact, Yan Huai was skeptical about these generals. He liked to read medical books, and he always felt that it was doctors who cured diseases and saved lives. He should also worship the king of medicine and medicine. But after Ji An said this, he changed his mind: "Then go and see."

He doesn't believe it, but there are always people who believe it.

As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spirit, the mother and sister-in-law in the family believe it very much. Now that the sister-in-law is pregnant, as an uncle, he should also prepare some meeting gifts for the little nephew and the unborn niece, and pray for a safe return. The sister-in-law and Mother must be happy.This kid Huoxiang runs out all day these days, pretending that he doesn't know that he is in love with the little girl who sells buns, but Huoxiang should be old enough to marry a wife. He prepared a dowry gift, and today's incense money should be included in it.As for Ji An...

Forget about Ji An.

He just needs to stay by his side honestly, the gods and Buddhas are too busy, so it's better for him to take care of this little fool himself.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the monastery, donated merits, worshiped the Bodhisattva, when Yan Huai wanted to pray for peace and blessings with the abbot, they were told that there were distinguished guests today and they had to wait first.

You see, it is said that Buddhism moves all living beings, but there are also distinctions between high and low.

Yan Huai smiled calmly, but if he came, he would be at peace, and went to the living room to drink water and rest with the young monk who was receiving him.

Sandalwood was burning in the living room, which smelled like an ordinary temple, but Yan Huai felt something different, it seemed that this temple did have some spirituality, since he came here, he felt peaceful, even the bell outside seemed to be deep and distant.

However, Ji An couldn't be at peace. He remembered for no reason that they were trapped on the mountain by heavy snow one winter. Xin Chi was too delicate to sleep and felt cold. He had to ask his little master for more charcoal fire and extra quilts every day.

At that time, it seemed to be such a living room.

It was obviously only autumn at this time, but Ji An felt the cold again, and shivered unconsciously.

Ji An felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare related to Xin Chi again. At the end of the dream, Xin Chi would be hit on the head by him, and then countless people would ask him to pay for his life.

But...but this time the nightmare was a little different, there was no banquet in the previous dream.

Ji An quietly moved a little closer to Yan Huai's side, and carefully grabbed a corner of Yan Huai's clothes to prevent himself from falling into a deeper nightmare.

Like a thief with a guilty conscience, his heart pounded into a ball.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the young monk who received them came again and said, "Benefactor, Master asked me to invite you over."

Ji An hurriedly let go of the corner of the clothes he was holding in his hand, unexpectedly he was too nervous, his palms were wet, and the corner of the clothes was soaked with sweat, making it appear darker than other places.

Ji An was so shocked that he couldn't believe what he had done.

Yan Huai didn't pay much attention to it. On the contrary, it was the foolish Ji An who attracted his attention more. He raised his hand and stroked Ji An's head soothingly.

Huo Xiang was so worried about his marriage that she didn't notice that the young master pulled Ji An's hand, and she didn't hear the young master say to Ji An: "An An has been here before? Then take me around for a while, so you don't have to bother the little master." .”

Ji An's ears turned red when Yan Huai held his hand.

He nodded very lightly, and responded obediently in a low voice: "Here is an ancient tree that prays for blessings, it is very big."

Yan Huai had never heard someone describe a tree as "big", so he couldn't help being amused, which made Ji An's ears even redder.

But this ancient tree is indeed "big", no matter in terms of age or size.

There is no way to know when this ancient tree grew here. Now it has grown to the point where three or four adult men can barely hold it with open arms. The branches spread and grow wantonly, and one branch even pierced through a nearby hut. The top of the roof pierces straight through the roof, forming the most unique scene in the temple.

Many red satin ribbons were hung on the tree, and wooden plaques of various shapes and sizes were tied under the ribbons for making wishes.

Buddhist temples have many good ties, and they never shut out the poor and poor. It is rare for people to let the abbot and master give him lectures, but the poor can only ask for a wooden sign to hang here, and there are even poorer people. The wooden signs are all made by ourselves.

Ji An was only a little bit better than the poorest pilgrims. He had saved money for two years and begged for a wooden plaque to hang quietly on the tree. All the best, all the time.He recalled his joy when he finally saved enough money, but now there is only a bitter taste in his mouth, and the pain from the heel of his leg that he will never forget.

There are many people coming and going around, some young couples come to ask for children, some scholars come to ask for fame, and some are full of sorrows to ask themselves or their relatives to get better soon.

There was only one lady, when Yan Huai and Ji An and the others came over, she was standing under the tree with her head up, not knowing what she was looking at, when Yan Huai and the others came over, she suddenly raised her hand and pulled a wooden sign on the tree It got down and threw it to the maid beside her: "Burn it."

The maidservant stood aside and looked at her tremblingly, persuading her softly, "Ma'am..."

Yan Huai recognized that this was the concubine of the magistrate, and then he wanted to understand why he smelled the fragrance of women's powder in the abbot's meditation room just now. It seems that the person who asked the abbot to receive him behind closed doors was this noble person.

Zhang Hua didn't see Yan Huai, but just rolled up his sleeves, showed an ugly smile, and said: "Master Hui Fu asked, and said that he accompanied me to see Zhuchai today, so there is no need to mention the matter of coming here."

The maid held the wooden sign, as if she was holding a piece of sweet potato that had just been pulled out of the fire, and it was hot.

The master hung it up with his own hands, begging for peace and love with his wife, how dare she really burn it, but she has served her for two years, knowing that her temper is very strong, and she dared not really disobey.

But Zhang Hua had already stepped out, walking without hesitation, unrestrained and unrestrained, dressed in a skirt and hairpin, but looked like a high-spirited number one scholar.

Ji An followed suit and looked up at the ancient tree. Taking advantage of Yan Huai and Huo Xiang's inattention, he pulled off the wooden sign that he had tied up with his own hands, and hid it in his sleeve tightly.

——He also wants to smash this wooden tablet, destroy it and burn it, and then work hard to save up money, so as to obtain a more precious and effective blessing card for Yanhuai.

Yan Huai is his young master, his master, but more like his father, his teacher, his elder brother, like all the people in his poor cognition who will protect him.