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For Silan, the legendary Mr. Michael is too unfamiliar.
The micheal that people in this group can understand only comes from Gu Fangqi's information and Xia Wancheng's casual conversation.
The death of such a stranger in this world was nothing to Si Lan. She just feels guilty for not completing the task entrusted by Mr. Gu, and just feels pity for the death of a good man. It won't take long for the name Michael to be erased from her memory.
But now, the word micheal has been completely engraved in her life.
Starting from Bohai to Feros, then from Feros to Modisha, and from Modisha to Ramsey, this journey through four cities took them less than a week. But for Xia Wancheng, it seemed as if her journey in this life had completely ended at the moment of Micheal's death.
In her own words, the rest of her life will be full of life.
Xia Wancheng checked into a temple that hosted female Buddhist worshippers, leaving Silan to return to the hotel in despair.
Regarding the fact that Xia Wancheng chose to become a monk, most of her colleagues expressed surprise and incomprehension. But older people, or people who are well-informed, such as security captain Stark and Lao He, can understand.
Lao He sighed and said: "You are still young after all, you have to find a reason to live."
¡°That¡¯s what I said, but Silan couldn¡¯t sleep all night. She always felt that Xia Wancheng shouldn't be like this.
In the early morning of the second day, when it was still dark, Silan had already set off for the temple, planning to hand over to Xia Wancheng what he had prepared.
But it was not yet six o'clock in the morning, and Xia Wancheng was no longer in the temple.
Under the guidance of others, Silan found the west-facing port that Xia Wan Chengkou mentioned yesterday.
The wind was strong in the morning, and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks was a bit scary. The sky was still dark, and the only light was the lighthouse burning in the distance. But in such a dim environment, Silan still found Xia Wancheng at a glance.
She was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the port, the sea breeze blowing her dark red robes flying, surrounded by seabirds that were still inhabiting, making shrill calls from time to time.
As Silan walked towards Xia Wancheng, she burst into tears unconsciously. She put her palms on Xia Wancheng's bare neck and asked, "Is it cold?"
"If your heart is not cold, your body will not be cold."
At this point, Silan was speechless. She stood silently behind Xia Wancheng until the sun rose, until the sea tide rose, until the seabirds took off, until the fishing boat left the port.
Silan looked at a passenger ship moored nearby and asked, "Is this the passenger ship that had a big accident before?"
Xia Wancheng stopped chanting, looked at the passenger ship that had been burnt black, and didn't speak for a long time.
They just stood here one by one, and the people who passed by them seemed not surprised. Some people even slowed down and bowed their heads to Xia Wancheng, who was dressed as a monk.
When the dazzling golden color jumped out of the clouds, Xia Wancheng stood up.
"Are you going back?"
Silan followed closely behind her and asked her if she had had breakfast and how she would prepare lunch. The seafood in Ramsey is one of a kind.
Xia Wancheng stopped and said, "The temple arranges vegetarian dishes and also organizes freeing activities on a regular basis."
Si Lan said with a slumped face, "I've heard that many people in Bohai are practicing at home."
Xia Wancheng kept walking, straightening up and walking along the place where the sun rose.
Silan followed closely behind her and noticed that many people stopped to look at her along the way, their eyes mostly staying on her face.
Silan guessed that the general reason for this was because there were few local women in Ramsey who shaved their heads and practiced spiritual practice, and they were curious. Part of the reason may also be because Xiawan orange looks good.
Silan asked: "Will you organize alms for alms?"
"have no idea for now."
"Even if you go to alms, you will get more alchemy than other monks, right?"
Xia Wancheng stopped and breathed out slightly.
Seeing this, Silan immediately asked carefully: "Have I offended you?"
"We'll say goodbye here. Don't come back tomorrow."
Silan felt a little aggrieved and just said: "Ramsey is not from your family either."
Xia Wancheng knew that she couldn't persuade Silan, so she didn't say anything more. It¡¯s just that when I go to the port again the next day,?Silan was waiting there early with hot porridge.
¡°I know you don¡¯t kill, so this is a vegetarian porridge. I got up early in the morning and made it in the hotel restaurant.¡±
Xia Wancheng sat down cross-legged, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, and just said: "No need to bother, monks don't need to be so particular."
Silan looked at her and said, "If Mr. Mark knew that he persuaded you to become a monk instead of giving you Buddhist beads, he would fly to Ramsey immediately and scold you to wake you up."
"I have been feeling very peaceful these past two days. Mr. Mark will also be happy for me if he finds out."
"What about Mr. Micheal's head? It hasn't been found yet, so you don't care about it anymore?"
"He has never lost his head in my heart."
Si Lan gritted her teeth, "You are so stubborn and have no wisdom at all to cultivate Buddhism. Even if you recite the Rebirth Mantra thousands of times, Mr. Micheal will not be able to leave without worries."
Xiawancheng turned a deaf ear. Silan then said: "Do you think that shaving your head means becoming a monk? Well, I will also shave my hair soon, and I will see if Buddhism will accept me as a disciple!"
Silan kept his word. When Silan appeared in front of Xia Wancheng again the next day, there was indeed no hair on his head. She didn't know where she found a guy, and she sat cross-legged next to Xia Wancheng and chanted sutras.
Xia Wancheng stumbled upon hearing her recitation and made many mistakes, so he only advised her: "You are not sincere to the Buddha."
"Are you sincerely praying to Buddha? I am praying to Buddha to persuade you to let go of your obsession. Speaking of which, the reason why I pray to Buddha is much nobler than yours. Buddha will understand me, and maybe I will attain enlightenment before you. Become a Buddha."
At this point, Xia Wancheng was silent again. Silan was stubborn, so she followed Xia Wancheng back to the temple, sleeping on the same floor as her, eating the same fast food, and reciting the same sutras, until Xia Wancheng couldn't even utter a single word of advice.
Late at night, Xia Wancheng looked at the moon and said to Silan: "Tomorrow is Michael's first seven days."
"You haven't given up at all!"
Silan said angrily: "How can there be any monk who still remembers the first seven years and so on? Are you going to burn some incense and paper money for him tomorrow, or set up an ever-burning lamp for him in this temple?"
"I have already agreed with the host that as soon as the morning passes, I will light his ever-burning lamp."
Silan rolled his eyes and just said: "Believe it or not, based on your current virtue, Mr. Micheal will not accept your worship at all, and your eternal lamp cannot be lit at all!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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