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    While he was still worrying, the car had already reached its destination.

    The temple is small, with simple architecture, solemn Dharma, and strong incense.  Pilgrims were arriving one after another at this time, but fortunately the number was not too large.  Feng Jian parked his car nearby and walked in side by side with Wan Yun.

    Feng Jian has always had little interest in things like religion.  As the saying goes, the poor burn incense and the rich worship Buddha.  Feng Jian's personality was that he refused to even burn incense, so he watched Wan Yun kneel down in front of him devoutly and offer incense. He only followed perfunctorily, which was not considered rude.  Then the two tied red ropes and chains for blessing on the Bodhi tree.

    Wan Yun reminded again: "After the meeting is over, we have to donate charity."

    Feng Jian was stunned for a while before she realized that she wanted to donate money for incense. She couldn't help but think about it and said, "How much is the general market price?"

    Wan Yun glanced at him: "Buddha is compassionate and has always shown mercy to all living beings, and believers sincerely offer sacrifices. Donating a small amount of money is an expression of your innermost feelings. Donate as much as you are sincere to the Buddha. We don't pay special attention to the quantity."

    Feng Jian sneered: "Then I will simply leave my card number, and the Buddha will take away as much money as he is willing to pity me."

    Wan Yun looked at him with a smile: "You don't believe this?"

    Feng Jian felt that it was a bit excessive and remained silent.

    But when she opened the merit book, Feng Jian couldn't help but shrink her pupils and silently stared at the amount of donations inside.  If I had known this I should have chosen to be a monk when I was poor.  The future of this profession seems to be very bright. You can rebel and become an emperor, and you can make money from incense at the bottom.

    Feng Jian flipped through three pages of the merit book that was not amazing in appearance but rich in connotations, and then flipped through seven or eight pages. He found the smallest donation amount, and discounted that amount by 50%, feeling heavy in his heart.  He wrote down his and Wanyun's names.

    There is a space for prayer after the name of the benefactor. Feng Jian pondered for a moment and wrote down his wish: All wishes will come true.

    Feng Jian¡¯s calligraphy has not been specially practiced, but it is very free and easy-looking, and it is even more outstanding among those crooked calligraphy.  He admired it for a moment, and just when he put away the pen with great satisfaction, he heard Wan Yun whisper behind him: "Little master, I would like to ask what the meaning of this sign is?"

    Wan Yun was asking for a signature for their marriage prospects. Feng Jian walked slowly behind her, glanced at the signature inadvertently, raised her eyebrows slightly signed it.  He shook his head secretly.  He Long had asked her to bring the lottery back, but after drawing such a lottery, she didn't know how Wanyun should explain to her mother.

    At this moment, there was only one young monk guarding the sign interpretation room. He took the bamboo stick, his expression changed, and he said, "Donor, this is" He hesitated, "Do you need the sign interpretation?"

    Wanyun's clear eyes were fixed on him, and she didn't know what she was thinking about. Then she closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes falling on her face, as if she was tired, and she whispered in a low voice: "The Bodhisattva has done this meditation,  I think to myself that I should preach this kind of Dharma to all sentient beings, which is true kindness. When I practice peaceful kindness, it is because it has no origin; when I practice kindness, it is not hot, because it has no worries; when I practice kindness, it is because of the three worlds; when I practice kindness, it is without criticism.  It has no origin; it has no duality in kindness, because it is inconsistent with the inside and outside; it has no deterioration in kindness, because it is ultimately exhausted; it has solid kindness, because its heart is not destroyed; it has pure kindness, because the nature of all dharmas is pure; it has boundless kindness, because it is empty; it is because it is empty.  To practice Arahant's kindness is to break knots and thieves; to practice Bodhisattva's kindness is to bring peace to all sentient beings; to practice Tathagata's kindness is to obtain the likeness; to practice Buddha's kindness is to awaken sentient beings; to practice natural kindness is to achieve without cause; to practice Bodhi's kindness is the same.  Therefore, to practice immeasurable kindness is because it cuts off all kinds of love; to practice great compassion and kindness is to lead to the Mahayana; to practice inexhaustible kindness is to observe the emptiness and selflessness; to practice dharma and charity is to leave nothing behind; to practice precepts and kindness is to destroy prohibitions;  Practicing loving-kindness with patience is to protect others; practicing loving-kindness with diligence and carrying forward all sentient beings; practicing loving-kindness with meditation and calmness because it is indifferent to taste; practicing loving-kindness with wisdom because it knows all the times; practicing loving-kindness with expedient skills because everything is manifest; practicing kindness without concealment.  It is because the heart is straight and pure; it is because it is deep-hearted and kind, and there is no miscellaneous behavior; it is why it is not deceptive and false; it is why it is peaceful and kind, so that it leads to the joy of the Buddha. The kindness of a Bodhisattva is like this."

    The young monk sighed and praised: "The donor is familiar with Buddhism and must be open-minded, so he knows the so-called fate -"

    Wan Yun raised his hand and threw the lot into the bamboo skewer bucket accurately, and said calmly: "This lot is invalid, you can shake it for me again."

    The young monk was stunned immediately, wondering how the beautiful and gentle woman in front of him could make such an unreasonable request.

    He said awkwardly: "Amitabha, donor, the lottery is just a formality. The so-called fate is another kind of fate"

    Wan Yun said softly: "Anyway, there are no outsiders here now, little master, please give me a convenience."

    The young monk clasped his hands and tried to refuse again, but saw Wan Yun's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised: "All living beings are wandering, and their lives are vain. As long as my heart is clear and the Buddha is in heaven, he will protect me. At this moment, it doesn't matter if I draw the upper lot or the lower lot.  ? Furthermore, the cause is the effect, and the effect is the cause. The Bodhisattva is compassionate and knows my difficulties, so how can he bear to see me being embarrassed by such worldly things?"

    The little monk began to sweat: "Are you talking aboutSperm whales emit smell when they breathe. They really want to open the windows for ventilation, but they are afraid that the cold wind will blow in and freeze them like clouds. They really want to step on the accelerator and drive faster, but they are even more afraid that this old car will not live up to expectations and cause another traffic accident.

    With no choice but to hold his breath, he said to Wan Yun: "Cover yourself more tightly to avoid catching a cold." He then said, "Do you need me to take off my shirt and put it on you?"

    Wan Yun tightened Feng Jian¡¯s coat around his neck: ¡°That¡¯s good,¡± and then asked thoughtfully, ¡°Can you repair cars yourself?¡±

    "I used to work as a helper in a car dealership, so I know how to do simple car repairs." Feng Jian frowned and took a moment to look at her again while driving. She still disliked Wanyun for not covering herself tightly enough, otherwise what would happen in the car?  It smells like her, "How about I buy you a cup of hot tea to hold in your hands, so you don't catch a cold."

    The car finally drove into the city. Feng Jian randomly found a parking lot in front of a convenience store and went in without even holding an umbrella.

    He was so suffocated that his voice was buzzing, and he tried his best to breathe in fresh air.  Does it smell that bad?  No.  Feng Jian was just not used to the scent of another person.

    After walking around the convenience store twice, Feng Jian didn¡¯t know what kind of drinks Wanyun liked to drink, but she somewhat understood her personality.  I randomly picked three cups of hot milk tea with different flavors. When I saw fish balls and steamed eggs being sold at the counter, I asked the clerk to fill them up respectively.

    When he returned to the car with the steaming food, Wan Yun was looking out the window at the pedestrians on the rainy road, looking unusually quiet.  Her hair was slightly curly. It got wet and then dried, hanging playfully on her chest, reflecting her jade-white skin.

    Feng Jian glanced at it and then looked away, handing over the food without looking away: "Eat whatever you want."

    Wan Yun took the food, but stared at Feng Jian: "Were you kidding just now?"

    Feng Jianzheng was twisting the car key again, secretly praying to Buddha not to punish them again, and casually said: "What?"

    Wan Yun said softly: "just now, you said you were buying a murderer."

    Feng Jian had successfully started the car again, and finally came to his senses and laughed at her: "Nonsense, I won't spend a dime on those talkative people. I don't care if others say good or bad, curse or bless me, I do things."  My principles will not waver." He then pondered, "As for revenge, killing someone with a borrowed knife is not impossible, but I don't have that much free time - you know I just got free recently to get married."

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment: "Are you always so honest when you speak?" He chuckled again, "But I knew from the beginning that you are not this kind of person, and my vision will never be wrong this time."

    Feng Jian was reversing the car and didn't hear Wanyun's words clearly, and didn't intend to ask her to repeat it again.

    The aroma of Wan Yun's body is particularly disturbing when smelled alone, but at this moment, it is washed away by the smell of food and disappears immediately.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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