Chapter 139 Yes
There was a sudden silence around.
The young chef who came over with the plate to deliver the food was stunned.
The housekeeper who had just entered the temple restaurant was also stunned.
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes wide open, as if to say, "Is this something I can listen to?"
Han Zhan, who was sitting on the chair, was also stunned for a few seconds. His black pupils contracted briefly and then widened. He stared at the person in front of him for a moment, still not daring to confirm what he had heard.
I didn't get his reply for a long time.
Shi Yin asked again: "Is it okay?"
Han Zhan's fingertips curled slightly.
The Albizia Julibrissin tree had been transplanted to the Beishan Villa yesterday. He walked the tired Shi Yin to the Zen room on the top of the mountain, then turned back and started climbing again. He walked up all the steps, sincerely burning incense to the gods and Buddhas. From the moment he made his wish for Shi Yin to grow old together to the moment he sat here and listened to her talk about sleep, it took less than half an hour.
The albizzia tree worked.
Or the Bodhisattva of Nanshan Temple?
So effective?
Happiness came so suddenly that Han Zhan was a little overwhelmed with joy. He suppressed the excitement welling up in his heart, and after searching for several seconds, he regained his normal voice. Pretending to be serious, he nodded and said, "Of course, honey. You are the boss in our family. You can sleep however you want. I will obey you 100%."
"Okay, then you can come to my room and I won't have to move anything."
"Okay, wife."
"Would you like to eat this vegetable noodles?" Shi Yin asked.
"Eat my wife."
"Oh..." Shi Yin glanced at him. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that he was a little strange. Without thinking much, she poured a bowl of noodles and handed it to him.
"Would you like some vegetarian meatballs?" Shi Yin asked again.
"eat."
The dishes were all served on her side. Shi Yin helped him pick up a few and put them in the bowl. Then she heard him whisper, "Wife, you are so good to me."
Shi Yin: “…”
Tired of climbing mountains, tired of your brain?
…
The evening glow shines on the eaves of the temple.
Han Zhan is in the Zen room.
Shi Yin went to the front hall and saw pilgrims praying, chanting scriptures, bowing and burning incense. She did not join in, but walked around the corridor and went to the fence to look at the sunset over the sea of clouds in the distance.
Not long.
There were footsteps approaching from behind.
Shi Yin looked up and saw the housekeeper walking towards her: "Madam, why don't you pray to the Buddha when you pass by the hall? Nanshan Temple is very effective in praying for peace and marriage."
"I don't believe that."
"Sir, you didn't believe in gods or Buddhas before."
"Han Zhan?"
"Yes, when he was young, he was often injured by falls or caught in fires, so I brought him to Nanshan Temple to pray for amulets to protect him. He was a bit of a scoundrel and refused to walk up the mountain steps, saying it was too tiring. He also said that his life was in his own hands and he didn't want to ask for some vague gods. But he didn't trust me to walk alone, so he followed me, cursing and swearing, and finally reached the top."
"My husband is old now and has started to believe in these things. Today, he accompanied you on the cable car and sent you to the meditation room. He then turned back and hiked two hours to the top of the mountain. In the main hall, he prayed for marriage for a long time. I guess he wouldn't have believed in the superstitions he has now."
Uncle Han smiled.
He looked like an adult doting on a child, laughing at his joke.
Hearing these words, Shi Yin couldn't help but look down at the seemingly endless staircase, then glanced at the several halls behind. He actually went back up the stairs... to seek marriage?
…
Dusk falls.
Pilgrims took the cable car down the mountain one after another.
Those few who stayed in the temple, like Shi Yin, went to the meditation room one after another.
Open the door of the Zen room.
Han Zhan handed over two triangular talismans wrapped in black cloth, and Shi Yin was stunned.
"Wife, this is the amulet that Uncle Han asked for you."
"Both of them are amulets?"
Han Zhan paused for a moment and said, "There's another one asking for a marriage partner, wishing us a long and happy marriage. I've already told Uncle Han that there's no need to ask for a marriage partner. We have a good relationship and we don't even need the help of a Bodhisattva to be together forever. But he refused to listen and insisted on asking for one. Now that he's asked for one, just keep it and put it under your pillow when you get home."
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