The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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After Murphy left City B, Qian Yikun set off for South Africa, only because Gu Juxi told him that Ye Cong had been chasing Murphy in this way probably not just because of his father.

Only when a real reason is found can this matter be resolved, so that she will not continue to hide.

This matter can only be done by him.

The five peaks of Wutai Mountain rise above the clouds, and there is no forest on the top of the mountain. It is like a platform of earth, so it is called Wutai.

However, there are not many tourists in Wutai Mountain in winter.

Could it have been to Wutai Mountain to find Bai Ying, who was drinking tea with the master in the monastery at this time. The mountain in the deep winter is a little colder than the mountain, and the breath will show white mist.

There were bells in the distance, which made it possible for me to unconsciously correct my attitude.

"Mrs. Bai, Master." Could he greet piously with his hands folded.

The master was about forty or so, wearing a dark gray winter cassock. Could it be that I remember hearing someone say that now a monk has to graduate from college, so the master has a pair of gold-framed eyes and a little fat face with a small Fatty is similar to Maitreya Buddha.

The master nodded slightly, looked up at Mo Fei, and told Mo Fei, Bai Ying and Master.

"Since you are here, you will have to wash away your sins. The donor may wish to go to the lobby to recite the chanting Buddha." The master said with a smile.

Could there be a pause, she didn't really come to be a monk.

And she said that sin was self-deprecating, not proof that she would accept what others said.

"Jia Jing, take the female donor to the Buddhist hall." The master asked his disciples to come over without any refutation.

Bai Ying didn't speak all the way, so she was too lazy to argue.

Waiting until he was taken away, Bai Ying spoke leisurely: "It is not a sin, this child is also a poor child."

"Mrs. Bai, the slaughtering of souls is the first of all evils. Perhaps she can cleanse her sins before she can recover what she lost. This is called causal reincarnation. For example, Mrs. Bai led her here." The master said with an opening.

Could it be that he was taken to the Buddhist hall, where Xiao Shami was chanting on both sides, and a woman was kneeling in the middle of the temple, and at this time, her hands were folded together and she was chanting with piety.

Could it be that he looked up at the gilded Buddha and took a deep breath and silently knelt down on the throne in front of the Buddha.

The woman beside me chanted a section of the heart sutra, stopped to look at the person beside her, and the person without a mask showed her true face. At this moment, she folded her hands together, closing her eyes and wondering if it was true. He is chanting, or maybe just emptying himself.

The woman's eyes were too direct, so she opened her eyes and looked at the woman.

Could it be: "..."

The woman can't see the specific age, she must be a rich family, otherwise how can it be maintained so well.

"Why did you come here to recite scriptures at a young age?" The woman asked softly.

"Too many murders, come to atonement." Murphy finished, apparently saw the woman's face changed a bit, after all, who would hang murder in the mouth of normal people?

Could it be that she was not angry because of the shock of the woman, after all, this is normal, "What about you? Why are you here?"

"Pray for my daughter, I hope she will be safe all the time." The woman said, her eyes a little more obscure.

Could it be that there was no reaction, and then he continued to empty himself in front of the Buddha.

The woman is still looking at Mo Fei's profile, not knowing whether she is looking at her or she wants to see something else through her.

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