Chapter 131: Ever-Bright Lamp

It's another beautiful spring.

Zhao Fangye and Song Huaixi were dressed like ordinary people and riding horses on the outskirts of the capital.

"Zhao Fangye, look, there are swallows." The two of them rode on the same horse. Song Huaixi pointed at the black shadow passing across the sky.

Behind the low-flying swallow is the Ruiling Temple standing among the peach blossoms halfway up the mountain. The usually quiet and ancient temple becomes lively with the arrival of spring.

He looked up and saw Zhao Fangye holding his waist and riding a horse among the crowd. He nodded leisurely: "Yeah. I saw it."

Everything in the suburbs of Beijing is reviving, and the breeze brings the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms. In the cold winter, the withered yellow grass stretches out its green veins.

As spring arrives, people in the capital city go out of their homes and go for an outing in the suburbs.

Ruiling Temple, which has always been very effective, is an indispensable place for tourists on their outings. At this time, the common people and nobles on the hillside were all walking towards the temple with their families.

Song Huaixi has always liked the hustle and bustle, so he followed the tourists up the winding steps. Zhao Fangye walked behind him.

When leaving the palace this time, Zhao Fangye did not set up the ceremonial procession of the emperor and empress, but kept everything simple. There is no distinction between high and low at this moment. They, like countless other people in the world, are on the road of praying for a better vision.

As soon as Song Huaixi left the palace, he was like a bird out of a cage, extremely excited. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I just rushed forward without realizing that I had to take one step at a time.

"Zhao Fangye, hurry up." Song Huaixi was jumping in front and calling Zhao Fangye who was walking slowly behind him: "There will be too many people soon. If we go too late, the Bodhisattva will not remember our wishes."

Zhao Fangye looked at him with a smile and said nothing. Still following him slowly. Always not too far away from him, with a few steps between them.

This way you won't be too far away to miss him, nor too close to make him walk too fast.

Ruiling Temple is built halfway up the mountain. It looks very close, but the stairs you have to climb are very long and winding. Song Huaixi, who had put in all his effort at the beginning, soon ran out of strength.

Holding the railing beside him, he panted: "I'm so tired..."

Song Huaixi pinched his sore legs, feeling tired and thirsty. Looking up at the winding stone steps, I suddenly decided to back out. It's so long, why is it so long...

"Are you tired?" Zhao Fangye curled his lips upon seeing this. I took out the water bottle I always carried with me and gave it to him: "Moisten your lips."

After holding the kettle and drinking several gulps, Song Huaixi finally felt better. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and face. The fair little face is flushed.

Looking at Zhao Fangye, Zhao Fangye looked normal and his breathing was steady. He looked at Song Huaixi lovingly: "Are you still crawling so fast?"

Song Huaixi shook his head and couldn't walk anymore. She rested her head on his chest and muttered, "I'm so tired..."

Zhao Fangye knew he would do this, so he pushed him away and asked him to stand still. Under Song Huaixi's puzzled gaze, he turned his back and squatted in front of him: "Come up, who said that the Bodhisattva can't hear your wishes if you go too late?"

When his eyes fell on those broad shoulders, Song Huaixi's face immediately lit up with a smile. He knew that Zhao Fangye was the best.

Then she climbed onto his back very swiftly and hugged his neck obediently.

There were other people who had come up the mountain around, including talented men and beautiful women who were in love with each other. The young girl who had been watching the whole process looked at the handsome man carrying his male wife up the mountain with envy.

Then he looked at the person next to him who had no sympathy at all. He twirled his handkerchief and walked slower on purpose.

Song Huaixi lay on Zhao Fangye's back, feeling as sweet as if she had eaten honey. Passersby around him cast various looks at him from time to time.

Song Huaixi was very calm, and even felt a little proud as he raised his head slightly. The most powerful person in the world belongs to him, and no one can take him away from him.

It was noon when Zhao Fangye carried people to the temple. Taking into consideration that Song Huaixi didn’t eat much in the morning. Zhao Fangye ordered the secret guards to find a meditation room and prepare meals.

When the monks in the temple saw that they were distinguished guests, they immediately led them to a quiet and secluded courtyard with few people.

The main hall of this courtyard is used to worship eternal lamps. People who come here will quietly and reverently offer a lamp under the guidance of the abbot and then leave.

There is no noise, and those who can offer eternal lamps here are usually either rich or noble. Ordinary people don't have the financial resources to enter this place. At most, you can offer some incense money in the main hall in front.

Song Huaixi looked at the Buddha in the main hall, who lowered his brows and looked at all living beings peacefully. Then he got off Zhao Fangye's back. He stood there and bowed: "Amitabha. Thank you for the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

Seeing that he looked very pious, Zhao Fangye asked him, "Why are you worshipping here? If you want to worship, why don't you go inside?"

Unexpectedly, Song Huaixi stood there and shook his head very seriously, saying seriously: "You can't go in."

If the Buddha does not burn incense and bathe today, he will be unhappy, and if the Buddha is unhappy, he will not grant his wish.

After saying that, Song Huaixi looked at the Buddha statue and bowed again very sincerely, muttering something.

Zhao Fangye couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this. I didn't expect that Song Huaixi took these weird things so seriously.

Song Huaixi was tired from walking, so Zhao Fangye watched him finish his meal and then coaxed him to take a short rest. With nothing to do in winter, Song Huaixi developed the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon.

After covering him with the quilt, Zhao Fangye walked out the door. We came to the hall where the eternal lamp was placed.

Perhaps influenced by Song Huaixi, Zhao Fangye has never believed in gods or Buddhas. I also had the idea of ​​lighting a long-burning lamp for Song Huaixi.

The Buddha sat down, and the lamps on the glazed lotus candlesticks on the steps of the lampstands were always burning, day and night.

Each lamp is carefully protected and respectfully worshipped by the monks. Of course, the cost of each eternal lamp is naturally not small.

The longer the time, the greater the cost. The more you cherish it.

On each lamp, a person's name is written in small calligraphy. Zhao Fangye stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the lamps one by one indifferently. Suddenly, one of them made Zhao Fangye's indifferent eyes tremble.

On the lotus candlestick with the candle burning leisurely, three words were written in small calligraphy: "Zhao Fangye"

However, the handwriting of these three words is not very beautiful and is a little crooked, as if the owner had spent a lot of effort to write them.

"Does the donor want to offer a lamp?"

Before Zhao Fangye's inner shock subsided, an old voice reached his ears.

The abbot in a monk's robe came to his side at some point. His features are as peaceful as an ancient pine tree.

"When was this lamp consecrated? Who consecrated it?" Zhao Fangye pointed at the eternal lamp with his name inscribed on it, his tone filled with a hint of urgency that he himself did not even notice.

"Oh, this one?" The abbot looked at the ugly handwriting on the glass cup and remembered it very clearly.

Because the young man who worshipped this lamp wanted to write a nice name on the lamp. He practiced for half an hour in front of the main hall before finally finishing writing the characters and offering the lamp himself.

What impressed him even more was the boy’s clear and pious eyes.

After learning the time from the host, Zhao Fangye felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

It turned out that on the battlefield in Hanzhou where the epidemic was raging, he not only had a talisman but also an eternal lamp. It turns out that I have been loved clumsily but firmly since then.

After Zhao Fangye left, the eternal lamp with his name on it was placed closely next to another one. The three words "Song Huaixi" are written in vigorous and powerful handwriting.

The host looked at the two eternal lamps leaning against each other, and a smile appeared in his old and clear eyes.

"Reincarnation, marriage is predestined, and everything in the world is predestined."