In the palace, the courtyard where He Lao lived.

As usual, the old man watered the flowers and plants, played chess, read books, and drank tea.

Do one hour of exercise a day.

Coarse tea and light rice, maintaining a normal state of mind.

In the past, he was often visited by people here, but in recent days, he has closed his door.

Very few people could get his permission to sit in the courtyard and chat.

The one who accompanies He Lao every day is an old man of coarse cloth who looks younger than He Lao.

This old man also has gray hair, and his daily routine is to sweep the floor and help He Lao get flowers and plants.

also accompanied He Lao to play chess.

I do a lot of things, but I rarely speak.

Usually he quietly accompanies He Lao.

Maybe only he can better understand He Lao's mood recently.

Since He Feihong committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, He Lao closed himself.

Although he also knew that the things He Feihong committed were intolerable under the national law.

But after all, it's his daughter, as an old man, can he not feel distressed?

It's just that He Feihong was too presumptuous, and he actually dared to attack Chen Lao.

If it weren't for this reason, the He family would be fully capable of saving her.

Chen Lao was killed, He Feihong did not die, and he could not give an account to the people of the world.

What's more, she has several lives on her back.

In late autumn, there is a red leaf on Wanshou Mountain.

The north wind blows, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

In He Lao's yard, the same fallen leaves are flying.

The old man of the coarse cloth picked up the broom and was about to sweep it, He Lao said, "Don't move!"

He stared at the leaves falling from the treetops, and his face became solemn.

Revert to one 's origin.

The old man next to him said, "Let's move Feihong's grave to the He family's cemetery!"

Although He Feihong married into the Chen family, she was suspected of killing Chen Lao, and the Chen family cemetery could not be entered.

But after all, she is a member of the He family, even if she has, all grievances will naturally dissipate after death.

How can you care about it anymore?

Seeing the fallen leaf just now, the old man knew He Lao's thoughts and proposed.

He Lao sighed, and now He Feihong's ashes are placed in the temple, enshrined in a small position on the wall.

It is said that in this way, she will be washed away from her sins.

He Lao didn't say anything, he just expressed his thoughts with a solemn face.

When the old man saw that he did not speak, he did not say much.

Outside, there was a sound of footsteps.

The voice is very soft, and when you hear it, you know that it is a female streamer.

Soon, they were getting closer.

Knocking on the door and coming in was Mrs. He and her beautiful daughter He Zhenyao.

Mrs. He has a dignified posture and has the demeanor of a mother of the country.

And he is kind-hearted, and he has been teaching his husband and children all these years, and he is deeply respected by the He family.

When the mother and daughter arrived, they first greeted the old man, and then shouted, "Old man, can we leave?"

He Zhenyao walked up to her grandfather, "Grandpa, let's go!"

Today is the day when He Lao went to the temple.

Mrs. He and her daughter are accompanied, and He Zhenrui usually has a lot of affairs, so he has to get familiar with some work as soon as possible.

You can't be like those rich kids.

He Lao nodded, got up slowly, and straightened his body.

The old man next to him hurriedly packed up his things and followed behind He Lao.

Mrs. He was particularly attentive and instructed several guards to take special care of the old man.

He Lao travels, there is no pomp, and the car is simple.

There were three cars in total.

The lady and daughter accompanied the old man in the middle car, and the three cars headed towards the temple.

The temple that He Lao and the three of them are going to is not the temple where Lu Buyi became a monk.

There are several very famous temples in Tiandu, and the ashes of He Feihong are placed in Chiba Temple in the northeast of Tiandu.

Although the temple is very commercial, many wealthy people love it here.

All the buildings are new.

Solemn, magnificent, magnificent.

When He Lao and his entourage came to the temple, they were greeted by the abbot master himself.

There are hundreds of monks in the temple, neatly arranged in two rows.

Seeing He Lao and the three of them coming, they shouted in unison, "Amitabha!"

He Lao came in person, and the most powerful monks in the temple came.

He Zhenyao saw it in his eyes, and also followed his palms together and saluted them back.

The old man in coarse cloth and the others followed far behind, keeping a certain distance.

Stepping into the temple gate, there was the sound of chanting and the sound of wooden fish inside.

He Lao came to the main hall and made a gesture.

After incense, he followed the abbot to the place where He Feihong's ashes were stored.

Mrs. He is a peer and does not need to bow down.

Again, she just put on the incense.

He Zhenyao needs to bow respectfully and kowtow to her aunt's spiritual position.

After the worship, the abbot invited the three to the tea room.

He Lao said to Mrs. He and He Zhenyao, "You go down for a walk, and I will accompany the abbot master to talk." ”

The mother and daughter stepped back and, accompanied by two monks, went for a walk around the rest of the temple.

He Zhenyao felt the strong Buddhist atmosphere here, which made her think a lot, a lot.

He Zhenyao has studied Buddhist culture and has some understanding of this field.

So there is more or less faith in my bones.

She walked around with her mother and saw that there were no other pilgrims in the temple.

In order to welcome He Lao, the temple does not accept other tourists and pilgrims today, and only He Lao is open today.

In the abbot's room, Master Wukong served tea, "Donor, please use it slowly!"

He Lao nodded, "Amitabha! ”

Master Wukong is the junior disciple of Master Wukong, and they are in the same vein.

The master of no anger is close to the people, and the master of no space is close to the wealthy.

Master Wu said that Buddhism can only be propagated by the general public.

And Master Wukong said that the wealthy family has more strength to promote the Buddha.

The two have different views, and Master Wukong said that the wealthy are more appealing and more tolerant of all beings.

For so many years, they have been arguing over this point of view.

Later, they each went to the temple to be the abbot and abbot, and they each managed their own territory.

Master Wukong looked at He Lao for a while, and said solemnly, "Donor, you have bad luck at the center of your eyebrows, and your luck has been bad recently. ”

"You are the pillar of the He family, and your luck affects the luck of the entire family. ”

"It seems that there is a need to adjust the mentality and reverse the situation. ”

He and He Lao can be regarded as having nothing to talk about.

The fact that Chibaji was able to prosper so much had a lot to do with the support of the He family.

He Lao said gloomily, "I also know this, but I am always depressed and depressed." ”

Master Wukong calculated, "The general trend of the world is not something that can be controlled by one person. But with your pattern, you can completely influence the rise and fall of a family. Momentum can be changed. ”

"Especially now that the He family is in a prosperous situation, it is bound to take advantage of this opportunity to improve the luck in the future. Only in this way can we get twice the result with half the effort. ”

"If you really have to wait until the recession, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover. ”

He Lao's brows trembled slightly, of course he knew the meaning of Master Wukong's words.

The He family is the home of the emperor, how easy is it to change the momentum?

Every family has its destiny, and now the He family has undoubtedly reached the peak of what everyone says.

But how long can this peak last?

He Lao has no bottom in his heart, and everyone doesn't know.

Master Wukong said, "Recently, I watched the sky at night, and there were no stars fighting to challenge the main star, and Ziwei was slightly dim. ”

"I hope the donor thinks twice!"

He Lao didn't speak, just picked up the cup and took a sip slowly.

After a while, he asked, "Is there a solution?"

Master Wukong was stunned for a moment, "The one who can change his life against the sky, under ordinary circumstances, I am afraid that there is only one person." ”

He Lao said lightly, "Old beggar!"

Master Wukong smiled slightly and was silent.