Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

Winding and circling among the mountains, half of some road sections are submerged in the river.It can be said that walking the mountain road every day is a kind of practice.

The mountain road is very narrow, and I follow the pilgrim team.Watching them stop and go, praying there from time to time, my heart also calmed down.

Before the sun had fully risen, I climbed up to the temple on the mountainside.

"Benefactor, do you want to offer incense or have morning classes?"

Just as I was about to enter the door, a little novice stopped me.

"I want to plant Fukuda, so I dare to ask the little master, is the host free today?"

The little monk was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect to find the host as soon as I came up.

The face was very tangled, and after a while, he folded his hands and nodded slightly at me: "Benefactor, even if you add more incense to this temple, the elder who presides over him will not see you."

"Little master, please tell me that I am from the Qibaoshan Subway Station at the foot of the mountain." Seeing that no one was paying attention, I removed my gloved right hand, and before I knew it, the color of the handprint had turned black up.

The little monk's face also became very exciting after seeing the handprint.

It was red and blue again, with shock on his face, and he led me inside without saying a word.

"Benefactor, please follow me, the monk will take you to meet the host."

His nervousness also made my heart flustered.

Didn't Dong Ge say it's nothing serious?Why would the little monk, a disciple of the Buddhist family, turn pale with fright.

The little monk walked so fast that I had to trot to keep up with him.

I don't know how many detours I have made, but I feel that the heavy Buddhist music in my ears is gradually drifting away from me.

Just when I thought I was in another world, he finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Turning around, he respectfully said to me: "Benefactor, the abbot is inside, please."

"Thank you, little master."

The door was ajar, and a slight push revealed the whole courtyard.

Different from the courtyards that we walked along the way, there is a thatched hut in front of us, which looks very simple, and it seems that it will fall apart when the wind blows.

As soon as I stepped in with my back foot, the door behind me opened automatically.

"What kind of problem did the female benefactor encounter?"

An old but kind voice sounded in my ears, I followed the source of the sound, an old monk was sitting on the futon in the left aisle, looking at me with a smile.

His face was thin, with graying eyebrows and beard.But those eyes are very energetic and full of wisdom.

"I have met Master Abbot."

I didn't know the formal Buddhist etiquette, so I had to imitate his appearance and put my palms together, but he didn't accept my gift, but took out another yellow futon from behind and placed it in front of me.

"Sit down, female benefactor. It's already very hard for you to guard there, so there is no need to be polite."

"Does Master know about our subway station?"

The old monk didn't answer, but just raised his hand and poured me a glass of water.

There is no tea in the cup, but it has a faint tea fragrance.

"Benefactor, there are some things, it is much better not to know than to know. Tell me about your difficulties."

The old monk was still smiling, looking very kind, but that kind of smile didn't reach his eyes.

Maybe I was thinking too much, for the master in front of me, I actually had a sense of rejection.

"Benefactor." He called me softly again.

Passing the letter over suspiciously, his face became serious.

"Is it serious?"

The old monk shook his head, got up and groped in the side cabinet, and took out a cloth ball full of silver needles.

At the moment when I was in a daze, the inch-long needle had already stuck on the back of my hand.

The dark blood flowed down the back of my hand and fell to the ground, and when it fell to the ground, it started to smoke, but the monk looked normal, just chanting the scriptures to himself.

Finally, when the blood turned red, he picked up the gauze beside him and bound his hands.

I was about to thank you, but he grabbed my wrist.

The kindness on his face no longer existed, and his mouth trembled.

"you are pregnant!"

The teacup fell to the ground, and the soup splashed everywhere.

But the old monk held my wrist tightly and closed his eyes tightly.

"Master, you must have made a mistake. I'm not even married. Where did the child come from!"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong!"

"Master, if you don't let go, my hand will be broken!" I tried my best to pull my wrist back, but the old monk pushed harder.

The eyebrows are full of seriousness, and a pair of eyes are fixed on my stomach.

After a while, I let go of my hand and said to me: "Girl, are you willing to take refuge in my Buddha?"