Chapter 962: So Bitter
The abbot was already waiting outside the door.
"Please trouble you, Abbot." Lu Chaochao returned the salute, and the abbot quietly avoided him.
Shanshan pursed her lips and said, "I'll wait for you outside the door." He looked up at the Buddha statue at the top of the temple. Given his identity, he was not allowed to enter the temple.
There is too much blood on the body and it is an evil spirit, which will disturb the Bodhisattva.
Lu Chaochao looked at him with amusement, and seeing that there was no dissatisfaction on his face and he was just squatting in the corner poking at the mud, she let him do what he wanted.
Walking in the Huguo Temple, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and there is a sense of tranquility.
The abbot left at some point and Lu Chaochao entered the temple alone.
He stood outside the Zen temple for a while before stepping inside.
It was very quiet in the Zen temple, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
She stood in the yard and could vaguely see a kneeling figure in the house.
The other party tapped the wooden fish gently, making a "dong dong dong" sound.
His figure was straight but thin. The closer I got, the more I could see his angular profile.
The boy who always complained that he was not good-looking enough has now shed his baby fat and childishness and has a clear and sharp jawline. Wearing monk's robes, he actually looks more calm and composed like a young Buddhist.
This is probably what the young Xie Yuzhou wanted to become when he grew up.
He was twisting a bunch of dark Buddhist beads in his hands, his brows were slightly drooped, and he was no different from the Buddha statue in the hall.
The young boy who used to shout with great enthusiasm that he wanted to marry eight wives, eat all the delicacies in the world and never eat vegetarian food seems like a lifetime ago.
When she met her old friend for the first time, Lu Chaochao wanted to smile, but as soon as she raised her lips, tears fell like beads from a broken string.
He had his back to her, wearing a loose robe, looking empty.
She cried silently.
The sound of the wooden fish had stopped at some point, and the young Buddhist wanted to touch the handkerchief as if by reflex. Halfway through, I remembered that I have now become a monk.
Helplessly, he pulled up her sleeves and walked forward, wiping her tears bit by bit.
Tears wet the robe, leaving indelible marks.
The young Xie Yuzhou always had a sweet fragrance on his body because he often hid food in his pocket.
The young Buddhist had a faint scent of sandalwood on his body.
It smells good, but Lu Chaochao doesn't like it.
"You are already the first god, why are you still crying... Be careful not to be seen by others, it's shameful." The voice was full of helplessness and a little smile.
"Who said that the God of Beginning can't cry? Is there anyone who made this rule?" The girl spoke in a muffled voice, her pretty eyebrows wrinkled into a ball.
Those slightly bulging cheeks look just like when he was a child.
The Buddhist child looked helpless: "Okay, okay, no one stipulates. If you want to cry, then cry..."
As he spoke, he freed one hand and groped for something in his pocket.
After a while, he took out a wrinkled candy.
The candy was wrapped in oil paper, and he often chanted sutras in front of the Buddha, so some of the candy melted and stuck to the oil paper.
He frowned slightly: "It's not eatable anymore. I'll find it for you again." Since Lu Chaochao left, he put a candy in his pocket every day. This time, he was released for seven years.
Even during those years when she was in a state of confusion, when she numbed herself like a madman, she never forgot her favorite candy in her pocket.
"Why can't I eat it? I can eat it!" She wiped away her tears, her fair skin and red eyes were particularly obvious.
At this moment, she snatched the candy from his hand with red eyes and stuffed it into her mouth in one bite.
"Is it sweet?" the Buddhist asked her.
Lu Chaochao nodded, then shook her head.
He was unrestrained and enthusiastic back then, but now he is restrained and calm.
"It's bitter..." It's so bitter, it hurts to the heart. Sweet with bitter, bitter with sweet...
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