Ten billion wealthy daughters

Chapter 12 Yangon Temple

Rui have something to tell yourself?Qing'an was slightly surprised.

Knowing that he is very busy, Qing'an has seldom taken the initiative to bubble up in front of him recently, nor is she willing to quarrel with him to stimulate his emotions, so Rui can still talk to her, which makes her feel a little surprised.

Could it be that you are going to send yourself away?
Qing'an twisted her fingers, bit her lower lip, and slowly moved towards the study.

After Rui returned to the study, he sat on a chair, raised his head and took a deep breath.

The current situation in Myanmar is delicate and tense.

The political system of this country is relatively special in Southeast Asia. It is not the democratic parliament that controls the lifeline of the country, but the military government, and it is also a divided military government. There are three strongest military forces here, and the Lin family is one of them.

Rui is the young master of the Lin family, strictly speaking, the chief heir of the Lin family.

However, the relationship between Rui and his father is not harmonious, and there are other intricate forces in the family, so his own situation is not very good, but because of Rui's own control over the army and the influence left by his mother, he can still survive at present. Take control.

If the Louis family angered the Lin family because Qing'an was kidnapped within the Lin family's sphere of influence, then... the consequences would be really troublesome.

Rui is rational, intelligent, calm, and decisive, and can always make the most suitable choice for the situation. To use an ancient saying - this person is not a thing in the pool, but a generation of heroes.

Under the current circumstances, sending Qing'an away is obviously the best choice.

But... is it really good?
His eyes fell on a photo in the bookcase, the boy's sculpted facial lines slowly relaxed, and he even smiled slightly.

His eyes were bright, and he had obviously made a decision, but no one knew what plan this thoughtful young man in a high position had formed.

"Still coming in?" Qing'an lingered to the door, and before knocking on the door, she heard Rui's voice.

This guy has really sharp ears!

Qing'an stuck out her tongue, walked into the study slowly, and hummed twice to indicate that she was here.

"It's like frost-beaten eggplant..."

"Tomorrow we will go to the Yangon Temple." Rui's tone was unquestionable, "You have to prepare."

Meow?
Yangon Temple?
It is a famous temple in Myanmar. Many eminent monks passed away here. It is regarded as one of the holy places in Myanmar. Even in turbulent times, no one dared to touch Yangon Temple.

"Short sleeves and shorts are not allowed in temples, but long skirts are allowed." Rui reminded Qing'an, "It's your first time going, don't forget."

Qing'an has not yet recovered from the shock, she is still stupid.

"What am I... going there for?"

Worship Buddha?
Isn't this guy very busy, isn't he already busy and has time to worship Buddha?
Or go to ask for a lottery, or go to pray...

No one answered her confusion, and Rui had already started chasing people away.

"Get ready. We'll go there after breakfast tomorrow. If you need anything, you can find the butler. Remember, don't eat meat in the evening and in the morning."

Before Qing'an figured out why she was going there, Rui had already carried her out of the study: "Remember what I said?"

She nodded, always feeling that there was a conspiracy in this matter.

This guy is so arbitrary today, there must be something wrong, what is he going to do?

She secretly went to ask the butler Lin, but the butler didn't know, saying that the young master just decided to go to Yangon on the spur of the moment.

Come on, the big housekeeper is surnamed Lin, so there must be nothing to ask from him.

Qing'an felt itchy, didn't sleep well all night, and was full of curiosity about the trip to Yangon Temple the next day.

Noon in Yangon Temple is quiet and serene.

Myanmar is a devout Buddhist country. Although Buddhism is not listed as a state religion in Myanmar, Buddhism is the first religion in Myanmar in terms of folk beliefs. More than 80.00% of Myanmar people believe in Buddhism. Yangon is the most famous temple in Myanmar.

Therefore, the monks in Yangon Temple have a high status, and the people don't come to worship Buddha easily, let alone make loud noises to disturb the monks' practice.

Qing'an and Rui sat together in a meditation room. Today, Rui is wearing the longgi, the traditional national costume of Myanmar. Temin has absorbed some features of the cheongsam, which has a graceful oriental feel, which Qing'an likes very much.

Before coming, Rui told her that she was going to see a master.

Naturally, Qing'an didn't know the guru. She originally wanted to talk to Rui, but after entering the Yangon Temple, Rui became obviously different from usual.

She had rarely seen him so calm and solemn, as quietly as a monk who had been practicing in this temple, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with the atmosphere of Yangon Temple.

After a long time, a little novice knocked on the door, asking Rui and Qing'an to go.

Rui clapped his hands together to express his thanks, and led Qing'an along the way. His pace was not too fast, which made Qing'an's restless mood finally calm down.

When people arrived at the door of the meditation room, the little novice retired calmly, Rui opened the door and walked in with Qing'an.

The master sitting on the futon in the meditation room is very old, thin and withered, with a long and white beard, and his eyes are closed.

This is the person Rui wants to meet?

Qing'an was a little disappointed, it seemed nothing special, and it seemed that there was not much life left.

"Master..." Rui bowed to pay respects, "I'm here to retrieve my mother's relics."

Just as Rui finished speaking, the monk who had been sitting withered finally opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those? They are as bright as stars and as deep as the sea. It seems that all his vitality and wisdom are condensed in these eyes.

The past and present, the past and the future, can be seen and distinguished at a glance.

The supernatural powers of Buddhism have always been amazing.

Qing'an stared blankly at those eyes, a little dull.

"Your mother's last words are for two people to come." He smiled compassionately and gently, "Is this the person you brought?"

This naturally refers to Xia Qing'an.

Qing'an met his gaze, then turned to look at Rui, not knowing what was going on.

Rui nodded, his expression calm and firm.

"Yes." He answered firmly.

The master nodded and waved to Qing'an: "Come here."

To be honest, because of her past life experience, Qing'an doesn't like to get too close to strangers, which will make her lose her sense of security—she is willing to let Rui or Anon get close because to her, they are not Not a stranger, but... this master, even though he is kind and compassionate, she still resists.

Qing'an looked back at Rui, Rui nodded to her: "Don't be afraid, let's go."

She lowered her eyes, concealed her resistance, and walked slowly to the master; the master took out a box from his arms and handed it to her: "This is a blessing that belongs to the mother."

(End of this chapter)