Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

It's snowy in winter. The road up the mountain is not very easy. The car is driving slowly, but Fu Jin looks in a trance. He sleeps and wakes up feeling that he is about to leave the world and can't control himself.

The ancient temple is far ahead. Everyone got out of the car and walked up the stone steps. Su Tinghe kept holding Fu Jin half by half. In the car, he keenly noticed that Fu Jin was different. The stone steps were wet and slippery. At this time, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Although it is the 15th day of pilgrimage, there are few Pilgrims because the mountain road is difficult to walk, and the temple is very quiet. Under the guidance of a little master, the party arrived at master an's meditation room. The courtyard was still quiet, but the clump of green bamboo had withered, and the thick snow under the bamboo made the courtyard more desolate.

In the meditation room, sandalwood incense was swirling. The old monk was lying on his bed, and a little master was cleaning his face. Seeing Geng Shijun and his wife visiting, master an asked his disciples to help themselves sit down and waved them out.

"Master, are you feeling better? Look who came to see you! It's Miss Fu Jin. Didn't you think about it last time? " Xiao Yanxia sat a little farther away, and her voice was not loud. By the way, an said.

"Master, I'm Fu Jin. I've come to see you!" Fu Jin took two steps in front of the bed. He was afraid that the old monk could not see him clearly. He bent down slightly and held the bed.

"... Amitabha, little benefactor, you're all right. It's my mercy to meet little benefactor before I die!" Master an looked carefully at the girl in front of him for a long time and nodded laboriously.

"Master, take care of your body." Looking at the old monk Fu Jin who was as weak as the light of dead wood flies, he felt sad. No one can keep the passage of life. The hale and hearty old monk in his memory is now on his deathbed.

"Benefactor is......" the master gathered his eyes and looked at Su Tinghe around Fu Jin.

"This is my husband, surnamed su." Fu Jin hurriedly introduced to the master.

"All right, master an." Su Tinghe nodded and stood side by side with Fu Jin, with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes.

"Oh, please, benefactor su. Among the benefactors, I'm rude to dragon and Phoenix!" The old monk nodded and looked at Fu Jin again. "Little benefactor, you have deep wisdom and are destined to our Buddha. I can say a few words to you before sitting in the Buddha's seat. I have added merit and virtue in front of the Bodhi seat."

"Master, please teach me." Fu Jin nodded. He was eager to hear what the old monk wanted to say.

"Little almsgiver, you have treated many lost people at a young age. Your merit is boundless."

"Master, I'm flattered. I can't talk about moderation so far."

"No, if you have a heart, you have boundless merit." Master an shook his head.

"Little almsgiver, it's impossible for heaven and man to control the fate. There's no need to tangle with the past life, and there's no chance to let go. I understand the worries in your heart. After sitting in the water, I can give the relic to the little benefactor. I'm safe for this life. "

"Master, you... Amitabha." Fu Jin was surprised. What was the worry in her heart? Looking at the old monk nodding to himself, Fu Jin devoutly folded his hands and read a Buddhist name.

Geng Shijun, his wife and Su Tinghe listened quietly. They didn't know the mystery in master an's words. They were confused but didn't dare to ask. They listened to Fu Jin and the old monk continue to talk

"Little benefactor, the worldly affairs and obstacles in the world are like the gurgling streams. Keep your original heart and spend others with good thoughts, so that you can spend yourself and get rid of everything. Take care of yourself! " Finally, the master closed his eyes and nodded to Fu Jin.

"Thank you for your instruction, master. Fu Jin remembered it!" Fu Jin said respectfully and gave the old monk Ji Shou a gift. We didn't dare to disturb too much. We didn't make a sound. We stood up quietly and walked outside the door.

"Alas! When we agreed, old friend, stay! " Fu Jin didn't walk out of the door at the end. Master an's faint sentence came. When everyone was surprised and subconsciously turned back, Fu Jin wanted to turn back, but he lost consciousness the next second

When everyone was in a mess, Su Tinghe had picked up Fu Jin. The little monk standing at the door hurried them to the next door. Around the fainting Fu Jingeng Shijun and his wife were anxious. Su Tinghe took her and gently called. Fu Jincai understood for a long time.

"Xiao Jin, how do you feel? We'll go back to the hospital right away. " Su Tinghe was so frightened that Jun's face turned pale and kept rubbing Fu Jin's hands.

"Girl, do you mind? I won't let you go up the mountain if I know you're not in good health! " Xiao Yanxia said with some chagrin.

"... it's all right. It's all right now. I just got dizzy." Fu Jin was picked up by Su Tinghe and smiled at everyone.

After sitting for a while, I saw that Fu Jin was really nothing. Several people said goodbye to the master in charge and went out of the temple. He went down the stone steps carefully. He had just reached the parking place. Suddenly, a small white thing rushed out from somewhere and circled Fu Jin twice. Then he grabbed Fu Jin's coat.

Everyone, including Fu Jin, looked at the furry little thing in amazement. The creature as white as brocade looked at Fu Jin with a pair of fiery red eyes, and then nodded slightly, like a white light, ran up the stone steps and entered the temple door.

"So... What's that?" Xiao Yanxia was stunned and said to herself.

"... maybe it's a spirit fox. Let's go. Master is an eminent monk. It's not surprising that there are spirits here." Fu Jin looked at the temple gate for a long time and said a word. His heart was calm without a trace of waves. When he went down the mountain, it was like putting down the golden burden. His state of mind suddenly brightened and his tone relaxed a lot

The next day, the provincial military region's car carried a family of four back to liuxitun. Fu Dongshan didn't let the Geng family go back together. They all went to work. It's bad to always delay others.

When the car entered the village and stopped at the door of their house, the couple Yang Baolin, their son and daughter-in-law and their two-year-old grandson, who got the phone in advance, were already waiting at home.

The yard was clean and warm. Aunt Hua burned the Kang in both rooms and prepared new bedding. There are peanuts, melon seeds, apples and oranges on the small Kang Table.

The two families sat down and seemed a little excited after not seeing each other for several years. Fu Dongshan and Yang Baolin held hands and talked. Zhang Xiu and aunt Hua cried for a long time

"Xiao Jin, brother-in-law, you go to the east room and have a rest. Your sister-in-law will make dinner and call you later." Yang Guodong is calm now and has become the head of the village. Let Fu Jin and Su Tinghe enter the east house. They and their wife are busy cooking.

"Tired? Go to the Kang and lie down!" Fu tingsu took off her coat and sat on the Kang worried about her.

"I'm a little sleepy. I really have to lie down." Fu Jin watched Su Tinghe take off his boots and climbed into the Kang.

"Why are you still sleepy after sleeping all the way? We'll have dinner in a minute! " Watching Fu Jin lie down, Su Tinghe is not calm. Fu Jin slept together after two hours. Did he sleep just after getting off the bus? What happened to this girl?

"Why don't you sleep? I just want to sleep! Wake up and eat! " Lying on the Kang, Fu Jin, who was hot, was a little childish.

"Hehe, OK, sleep if you want! I'll get you a quilt. " Su Tinghe had no choice but to take a new quilt to cover her. Sitting beside Fu Jin, he patted Fu Jin with his big hand, but he was worried