Supreme Master In City

It's no wonder that Chen Yuanhui is so looking forward to this event. It's a battle of fame between monks in the Dharma circle at least, and it's a matter of the face of the whole city of Jinling at the most.

As a martial arts genius rising from the ancient capital of nine dynasties, facing the challenge of outsiders, he can only win but not lose. Fajie is the representative of martial arts and Taoism in Jinling City. Once defeated, the whole martial arts of Jinling City will despise you and think that you are disgraced to all Jinling people!

"Is it that serious?" Lin Ruoxue looks at Chen Yuan with dignified complexion and asks.

"It's not a joke." Chen Yuan looks at the misty Luohan temple on the top of the mountain and prays in his heart. Monk fajie, we are all looking at you now. You must not lose!

Lin Ruoxue recalls his impression of fajie, a young monk with a rather naughty character. In the past, Lin Ruoxue went to Luohan temple to offer incense, and fajie would always call sister Lin one by one.

"Come on, up the mountain!" With both hands on his back, Chen Yuan took the lead on the mountain road.

An hour later, the Lin family finally arrived at the Luohan temple on the top of the mountain. After everyone went to the Zhaitang to have a rest, Lin Ruoxue secretly ran to the backyard and followed the clear sound of wooden fish to find the old monk who was doing his homework.

"Ta!"

Lin Ruoxue curled up her fingers with a smile and gently knocked on the old monk's bald head: "wooden fish or bald head?"

The old monk was reciting Buddhist scriptures, but he was suddenly disturbed. His face sank, he opened his eyes and immediately laughed: "Miss Lin, you are teasing the old monk again."

Old and young, laughing in the Buddhist hall.

The old monk is the abbot of the temple and a respected elder in Jinling City. He has a very high status, but he and Lin Ruoxue have become friends.

Lin Ruoxue likes the witticism of the old host and the spirit of Buddhism. The old host likes to be lively and unrestrained.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. How's Miss Lin doing?" The old master put down his rosary beads and closed the Sutra.

Lin Ruoxue came to the old host's ear mysteriously and whispered a few words.

After listening to this, the old host immediately beamed. He put his hands together and said slowly, "Amitabha, this is a good omen. Miss Lin has finally found the person in her heart. Congratulations."

But Lin Ruoxue shook her head bitterly: "what if I have it? My grandfather is going to marry me soon. I'm afraid..."

The old host naturally knows the rules of the Lin family. Unmarried women will become the victims of family marriage in a few years. Now it's time for Lin Ruoxue to get married.

"Amitabha, what a good thing." The old master read the Buddha's name and closed his eyes to meditate.

Lin Ruoxue looked around. After so many years, everything here is the same as before.

He twists three sandalwood in his hand, worships the statue of Avalokitesvara and prays secretly.

Buddhism stresses cause and effect. Everything must be done according to one's heart.

At this time, Lin Ruoxue's heart is all on Longwei in Chuzhou. Although she is in Jinling, her heart has long gone back to Longwei.

One day is like three autumn, so it should be.

"Old host, you said that I would have a happy marriage in the future, but do you still count now?" Lin Ruoxue stood up and looked thoughtfully at the old monk.

"Nature counts, monks don't lie." The old host opened his eyes slightly.

"I miss him." Lin Ruoxue blushed and kept rubbing the corners of her clothes.

The old host nodded slightly, and his dry fingers brushed his gray beard gently: "well, tomorrow I'll ask Mr. Lin for instructions. I'll take you to chant Buddhist scriptures on New Year's Eve, and I won't stay at home. What do you think?"

Lin Ruoxue was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the old monk would say such a thing.

"One day and one night, you go and come back quickly, and it doesn't matter." The old host said simply, but he was hesitant. For one thing, he deceived Lin lie so much that once the incident happened, both sides would be in an embarrassing situation. After all, the two old people were respectable figures.

Second, do good monks not lie?

Lin Ruoxue is overjoyed and pours into the old host's arms. He also touches his bald head: "thank you, old monk!"

The old host, who was killed by the child, had no temper and told him, "I said you are a happy marriage, then you must be so. Don't forget your original intention, and go all the way to be happy!"

Lin Ruoxue nodded seriously: "I remember. By the way, if I have a chance, I must bring him to see you. Last time I told him that your head was very crisp. He didn't believe it. I must knock it in front of him!"

The old host looks embarrassed, this child!

Lin Ruoxue left, skipping away.

On New Year's Eve, thousands of lights, fireworks and firecrackers are in full bloom.

Longwei bought a lot of gifts yesterday, and took Qianqian and Dong Fei back to his aunt's home for the Spring Festival.

Qianqian and her grandparents haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's natural for them to be so kind. Qianqian's father sent her to other provinces for treatment because of the development of her illness some time ago, which made the little girl unhappy for a long time.My aunt long Meilan is busy cooking in the kitchen. My uncle and Dong Fei are chopping firewood in the backyard. My small home is very busy.

As usual, there are few people in the family and the family is in a difficult situation, so it always seems lonely. However, this year Longwei comes back, but the only drawback is that Lin Ruoxue doesn't come, which makes longmeilan a little unhappy.

After the new year's Eve dinner, long Meilan came over with a pile of red envelopes happily: "come on, red envelopes!"

The first one is for Qianqian, who hugs long Meilan's neck and kisses her sweetly: "thank you, grandma!"

"Good boy!" Long Meilan touched Qianqian's head pitifully, and then handed it to Dong Fei beside her: "you also have a share."

"And mine? Thank you, Auntie Dong Fei was overjoyed. His parents died when he was young. He was indifferent to his family. For him, the master was his only family.

A circle of hair down, long Meilan hands still have a biggest red envelope, but did not send out, her face gloomy sitting on the sofa, silent.

Everyone knows who the red envelope is for, but they can't bear to break it. They don't want to hurt the old man's heart.

Longwei saw heart sour, quickly came forward to comfort: "aunt, don't do this, if snow is also back to accompany family, after the new year back."

Long Meilan hard squeeze out a smile: "you tell snow girl, that aunt in the hands of this big red envelope will always be kept for her!"

It's getting late. All kinds of colorful fireworks are blooming in the sky. Qianqian smiles and claps her hands happily.

Long Wei leisurely smoking, new year has arrived, it seems that the things in Chuzhou is to do an end.

"Aunt Lin!"

Looking up at the fireworks, Qianqian suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into the yard. She was overjoyed and yelled.