Reborn 1980 Girls should be self-reliant

The temple is said to be on the mountain, but in fact the mountain is not very high, only a few hundred meters. The mountain is located next to a small village. On the way there, Han Xiaoxiao learned about the history of this temple by listening to the chat between her grandma and the landlord aunt. It has a long history, dating back to the Southern and Northern Dynasties of this era. Although the temple has experienced wind and rain several times, the buildings preserved today have a history of at least several hundred years, and they are still lucky to be preserved because of their long history and leadership in culture and education. Thinking about it, there is a big difference between whether there is official attention or not.

They set off at seven o'clock in the morning and spent nearly two hours on the road, mainly because the road conditions were not so good after leaving the county town, and the carriage could not run fast with so many of them.

After arriving at the village at the foot of the mountain, the carriage could not go up the mountain, so we had to leave the carriage at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps this temple has a good reputation, and outsiders come here every day. People in the village will help watch over the open space for bicycles. The bicycles cannot be lost, but there is a ten-cent guard fee.

Thinking that the carriage was borrowed by the landlord's family, grandma rushed to pay the dime.

Three adults and four children walked up the mountain together.

Maybe there are many people walking, but the way up the mountain is fine.

The distance of a few hundred meters is not too far, but after walking there, grandma and grandpa and aunt are a little panting, and they are also old. The children, except for Yaya who is too young, have unlimited energy, especially Han Xiaoxiao, who is practicing inner strength She didn't feel anything.

Looking at the words Baike Temple written on the gate of the temple, a sense of simplicity came to me. Although Han Xiaoxiao is not a master of calligraphy, she was well-informed when she was a young lady, and she still had a good eye for appreciation. The style and style of these characters are very unusual, and the person who wrote this temple plaque must be regarded as a master of calligraphy.

At the gate of the temple, an old monk in monk's robe was sweeping the floor, and saw them salute with hands together.

Grandma and the others all nodded in return. When Han Xiaoxiao was in Dayin, she also went to temples with her mother and family members to burn incense many times, but at that time she mostly just followed the crowd, and she didn't have any reverence for Buddha in her heart, but this time It didn't mean that she didn't respect the masters in the temple. When she saw the old monk saluting, she subconsciously returned the salute with the old habit, and the old monk's eyes stayed on her for a while longer.

Suddenly, Han Xiaoxiao followed her grandmother's footsteps and walked in.

They walked directly to the hall where the Buddha statue was placed. There were incense burners and some offerings on the table in front of the Buddha statue. Futons were placed in front of the table, and there was a small table on the right side with a stick. While reciting scriptures, he turned the beads.

When they came, they had already prepared the incense sticks. After grandma took them out, they didn’t give them to Zhuang Zhuang Yaya and Xiaofeng. The three adults and their granddaughter Xiaoxiao all divided them into three sticks. After that, he knelt on the futon with incense.

"Buddha bless, let my granddaughter and grandchildren be safe." After speaking, grandma put the incense into the incense burner, knelt down and kowtowed several times.

The landlord aunt and uncle also talked about their wishes and went through a set of procedures.

When they were all finished, Han Xiaoxiao came forward with the incense.

"Buddha blesses, believer girl Han Xiaoxiao wishes her family to be safe and happy, and to have a smooth and worry-free life." If Buddha can hear my prayer, please also bring this hope to those relatives I care about in Dayin. Believers are very grateful.

After inserting the incense, she kowtowed devoutly.

When I stand up, I can see grandma and the landlady are discussing in a low voice whether they should roll a lottery by the way.

When she was in Dayin, she often watched others draw lots, but she never did it herself, because she didn't believe it before, but now, looking at the lottery on the table, she was a little eager to move.

Xu Shi could see her granddaughter's desire, and grandma laughed beside her and said, "Xiaoxiao, just shake one if you want."

Han Xiaoxiao nodded and walked to the lottery. "Master, can I shake it?"

"Please benefactor." The monk stopped twisting the beads and stretched out his hand to signal.

She was allowed to reach out to the stick, but she suddenly retracted her hand just as it touched it. For some reason, the moment she touched the stick, she felt a little flustered for no reason.

"Xiaoxiao, what's the matter?" Grandma asked puzzled.

"Grandma, I, I don't want to shake it anymore."

"It's okay, if you don't shake it, don't shake it."

Zhuang Zhuang and Xiaofeng looked at the lottery and thought it was fun. Seeing that their sister stopped shaking it, they were about to shake it, but their grandmother stopped them.

"That's not a toy." The landlord's aunt hurriedly dragged her grandson back. In this kind of place, it's better not to be naughty.

Grandma also disapproves of her grandson messing around here.

They came here to burn incense and worship Buddha. Now that the incense is burned and the Buddha is worshiped, the temple is not very big. They went out for a walk before going down the mountain.

When going out, Han Xiaoxiao walked at the end, looking at the talking and laughing people in front, couldn't help but look back inside, why did she feel flustered just now?
"Benefactor, your things have been dropped."

"What?" Han Xiaoxiao looked to the side, it was the old monk sweeping the floor at the door.

The old monk handed over something, Han Xiaoxiao took it, and was stunned after only one glance, and subconsciously touched his neck.

This, isn't this the pendant she always wore around her neck when she was in Da Yin?

"Master, where did you get this thing?" She raised her head and asked, only to find that the old monk had disappeared.

She ran into the temple in a hurry, but after searching around, she still couldn't find the old monk, so she had to ask the monk next to the lottery again.

"Master, may I ask, do you know where the old master who sweeps the floor at the door is now?"

The monk frowned, "Are you talking about Master Du Qing's uncle? He used to sweep the floor at the door, but he had gone out for wandering a few years ago, not in the temple." The monk thought that Han Xiaoxiao had been to the temple before.

How is it possible, who was it that he saw just now? "Then it's not him. I just saw an old master sweeping the floor at the door. Is it another master in the temple?"

The monk shook his head. "Impossible. Our temple is small, and now there are only three monks. The master is old enough to rest in the monk's room at the back. The younger brother is cooking in the kitchen at this time. The cleaning at the door is always done by the young monk."

"Could it be your master and his old man?" After all, according to his description, the only person who meets the conditions in this temple can only be that one.

This time, the monk shook his head even more. "Master's legs and feet are inconvenient, and it is difficult to walk around. How could he go to the door to sweep the floor? The benefactor must have misread it."

Now Han Xiaoxiao was shocked, touching the pendant in his hand, it can prove that everything just happened was real, not a hallucination, then who is the old monk he saw?