The faint sandalwood came to the nose, the sound of the wooden fish entered the ears, the bursts of Zen sound lingered, Erfu stood at the door of the hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looking at the somewhat dim hall, the golden body of the Buddha was placed on the high platform, looking down on all living beings, his face was peaceful, his eyes were full of compassion, and he was the first abbot monk wearing a red gold-rimmed robe, sitting on the futon, muttering in his mouth.

Behind him, a dozen monks in beige robes sat down with their eyes closed, and there were many uneven ring scars burning on their heads.

Erfu stood outside the hall, folded his hands, bowed sincerely, and silently made a wish in his heart: the Buddha is merciful, merciful to all sentient beings, and asks the Buddha to bless my parents with good health, peace and prosperity, and children and grandchildren around my knees; second, I ask the Buddha to bless my brother to serve my parents for me, so that my parents do not have to die suddenly for me, and third, I ask the Buddha to bless me from worrying and always be a happy rice worm.

The Sanskrit sound was beautiful, and a tear, with Erph's worries about modern parents, fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.

As soon as the bell rang, the old monk chanted, "Amitabha!" and he bowed and got up.

The monks behind the old monk also followed the example of the old monk, bowed sincerely to the Buddha statue on the head, got up, walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with their hands folded, and went to get busy.

The monk led Erfu into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the abbot folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name, so he no longer paid attention to Erfu, Erfu knelt on the futon reverently, and once again recited the wish in his heart before, looked at the eyes of the Buddha, and whispered seriously.

After a pillar of fragrance and three kowtows, Erfu lifted the skirt, stood up, and wrote the three big characters of Su Linger in simplified Chinese on the benevolent booklet.

This is the first time that Erf has written his name, and it is the only unique mark that Erf has left in this era.

......

Passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a leafy Bodhi tree growing in the courtyard, and a bright yellow futon is placed under the tree, and a monk with a long beard and white light sits on the futon with his eyes closed.

Erfu didn't want to disturb, and was about to withdraw, but he heard the monk speak loudly and said, "Female benefactor, stay!"

"Master, are you calling me?" Erph whispered, pointing to her nose uncertainly, lest she disturb the monk's practice.

The old monk opened a pair of eyes, only to see that those eyes were unusually bright, like the water of the abyss, and bottomless, which gave Erfu the feeling of meeting a hermit.

"The donor's heart is full of confusion and uneasiness, can the donor listen to the old man?" the old monk calmly looked at Erfu with a surprised face, and said slowly.

Erfu hurriedly folded her hands, saluted, and said, "Master, say it clearly!"

The old monk stood up with a smile, stroked the thick trunk of the Bodhi tree beside him, as if talking to himself, and said, "There is a cause and effect in the world.

Now that the donor has come here, it is better to relax and have a fixed number. ”

Erfu took two steps back with some uneasiness and asked, "What does the master mean by this?"

The old monk smiled and said nothing, just quietly looked at Erfu, standing in front of Erfu like a pine bamboo.

Erfu didn't know how to deal with herself for a while, should she face the consequences of being beaten by the old monk, explain that she came from the future, and beg the old monk to send her back to the modern era, or should she pretend to be stupid, smile lightly, and leave this place as much as possible?

Of the two paths, Erf resolutely chose the first path, even if there was a slight possibility, Erf did not want to give up hope of returning to modern times.

"The master is a high monk. Erf wanted to ask the Master if he had ever heard of resurrecting a corpse, but what could be done to bring me back to my original time?" Erph made up her mind, stepped forward with a determined face, and asked softly.

The old monk stroked his long white beard, shook his head slightly, and said, "Idiot, how do you know that you don't belong here in the first place?"

In the gossip of the market, the ghosts are afraid of the sun, afraid of the location of my Buddha, do you feel like this?"

Regardless of the difference between men and women, and regardless of what might change history, Erfu pulled the old monk's sleeve and asked anxiously: "How can I belong here? This is the Qing Dynasty, an era that has disappeared in the long river of history, and I come from the future!"

Master, I know that your Dharma is profound and will definitely help me go back to the era in which I lived!"

As he spoke, Erfu knelt down, the hard bluestone floor tiles stung Erfu's knees, his forehead was red, and he still pulled the old monk's sleeve and refused to let go.

"Philistines disturb themselves.

If you can come here, it is your fate, why should you cling to the once a qiē! Huangliang is a dream, maybe now you are also in a dream!" The old monk stroked the top of Erfu's hair, said slowly, and after speaking, he pulled Erfu's hand, turned around and disappeared into the corner door.

Erph knelt stupidly on the spot, tears running down her face like broken threads, and a pair of eyes looked at the Bodhi tree in front of her in confusion, completely unaware of the inky figure that flashed behind her.

Yu Bing and Yu Qing also found the small courtyard from the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looked at Erfu's appearance, stepped forward with some worry, and helped Erfu get up.

As if she had lost her soul, Erfu walked on the bluestone path, and the good men and women who passed by looked at this strange woman with some strange looks.

The monk led Erfu and the others into a meditation room, where there was a calligraphy with big Zen characters written on it, and a low table was placed on the wide couch.

"Gege, the slave maid will go fetch water for you to clean your hands and wash your face, you can rest your feet first!" With that, Yu Bing left the room with the copper basin.

Erfu nodded blankly, and happened to see the word "Shede" hanging on the side wall, recalling that when he was a child, in order to repay the kindness of a meal given by him, the Taoist priest of Youfang once joked that he had a fortune teller for himself, and even sent a four-character proverb.

At that time, Erfu couldn't remember the specific signature, but he only remembered the four-character proverb, which was clearly the time and fate, and Su Linger was sensible, but he only felt that the Taoist priest was too ridiculous, and he actually said to a child who was only three or four years old.

But now in this dynasty that has disappeared, is this his own time, his own destiny?

Forget it, if it comes, it will be safe!

This is the second time Su Ling'er has said such things to herself, but how can a person casually forget his memories of the past twenty years!

Erf, this name, may be with me for the rest of my life! In that case, then I will live a happy life for you!

......

Erfu wiped the tears from her face, walked to the wall, stretched out her hand to stroke the willing Mobao, and muttered to herself: "Willing, willing! I give up the happy life of the past twenty years, my parents, and my brotherhood, just hoping to meet a person who cares for me in this era, and grow old safely." ”

At the same time, in another meditation room, a man with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth said, "Love, the most hypocritical thing in the world!"

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