Jian Qing slowed down and looked around the temple with his eyes. Quan Yifei followed her and introduced her to her.

"Jian Qing, have you seen such a temple before?" Speaking of which, she still doesn't know where Jian Qing lived before.

"It's rare." Jian Qing saw her doubts and said lightly, "I have been living in Country M before and haven't returned to the capital for a long time."

Quan Yifei remembered that her grandfather mentioned the incident for seventeen years, but she didn't dare to ask any further questions.

"Grandma and the others went in to incense and worship Buddha, so let's go in too."

When the two walked into the inner hall, they saw Mrs. Quan and Song Xirou lit incense and kneeling on the cushion to worship. Rui stood aside but did not follow.

Although she married Quan Hao, she was not a Chinese, so she naturally believed in religion.

Quan Yifei often comes here with Grandma Quan, so she is naturally familiar with these things. She took a bouquet of incense to light them, and then knelt beside Mrs. Quan.

Jian Qing did nothing, she just stood quietly, looking up at the golden Buddha above the opposite side, and her heart was very calm.

She closed her eyes, and couldn't help but think of the scene in her mind that night witnessing her mother's cremation. The raging fire completely took away her and Lolo's smiles.

"Xiao Qing'er, are you okay?"

Rey's voice broke her mind.

Jian Qing took a light breath to calm her emotions. When she opened her eyes, the sadness in her eyes had been hidden and there was no trace.

"aunt!"

"Xiao Qing'er, are you sad?" Jian Qing just now seemed to be surrounded by a sad aura. Such Jian Qing was something she had never seen before.

When he met Rye's caring eyes, Jane Qing smiled faintly, "No, I just remembered some past events."

Rye looked at her. Although she was in such a variety of years, she felt that she had experienced countless vicissitudes, which made her feel a little sorry for her.

At this time, Mrs. Quan and others also visited the ceremony. Song Xirou and Quan Yifei helped Mrs. Quan get up and helped her to insert the incense into the incense burner.

"Jian Qing, do you want to visit me?" Song Xirou asked with a smile.

Jian Qing looked faint, "No need!"

Quan Yifei agreed, "Jian Qing has lived in M ​​country before. She should be the same as her second aunt, and her beliefs are different from ours."

Old Mrs. Quan felt it made sense and did not force her.

"Let's go outside and take a look." Quan Yifei pulled Jian Qing out.

The temple is very deserted today, but this also makes it easier for them to stroll around slowly.

"Oh, grandma, it's Master Kongwu!"

Quan Yifei saw the person sitting in the pavilion with sharp eyes, and his voice was a little surprised.

If you mention Lanyin Temple, you will think of Master Kongwu, the first monk in Lanyin Temple, who is very respected by everyone, but Master Kongwu is over 100 years old and there is nothing special, so it is almost impossible for everyone to see him.

I didn't expect that they were so lucky that they met them today.

"Master Kongwu!" Old Mrs. Quan stepped onto the pavilion and shouted in a warm voice, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Master Kongwu was wearing a plain robe and his gray beard made him look more kind-hearted. He put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, clasped his hands and said, "Donor, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Old Mrs. Quan nodded with a smile. She remembered that the last time she met Master Kongwu, it was six years ago.

"Who is this donor?" Master Kongwu's eyes crossed Quan Yifei and fell on Jian Qing behind her.

Jian Qing's eyes calmly nodded politely to Master Kongwu's eyes.

"I wonder if Master Kongwu still remembers my third-ranked grandson Jingwu?" said Mrs. Quan, "She is Jingwu's girlfriend, Jian Qing."

Master Kongwu was slightly surprised, and he couldn't help but think of the man with a kingly demeanor in his mind. His eyes looked at Jian Qing a little more exploring.

"I don't know if the donor can continue to talk."

Quan Yifei and others were stunned and looked at Jian Qing together.

Jian Qing nodded lightly, "Of course."

Master Kongwu stood up. Although he was over 100 years old, his steps were still steady. Looking at the two of them leaving, Rei and his friends looked at each other in a strange way.

"Jian Qing is here for the first time. Why do you feel that Master Kongwu is so familiar with Jian Qing?" Quan Yifei scratched his head in confusion.

Old Mrs. Quan smiled, "Maybe this is fate."

Jian Qing followed Master Kongwu to an ancient tree before stopping.

After a while, Master Kongwu took the lead in breaking the silence, "The donor has a noble destiny and good heart, but he has too many killings on his hands. I hope the donor will have less killing ideas and kill less."

Jian Qing curled her red lips lightly, raised her eyes to look at Master Kongwu, and her tone was calm, "Master Kongwu, many people think that this world is either black or white. Do you think so too?"

I don't know why she suddenly asked about this, but Master Kongwu replied, "The right and wrong in the world, whether it is wrong or right, is only because everyone has a different position. A thought of heaven and a thought of hell are just a difference between a person's thoughts."

What he said was very profound. Jian Qing's eyes flickered and his voice was cold, "It seems that the master also understands this truth. There is never any black or white thing in this world. Some are in gray areas. I don't care about my hands contaminated with killing. All I want is to protect the peace of the people I care about for the rest of my life."

Master Kongwu looked at her with complicated eyes, and after a long time, he spoke quietly, "You and that donor are really similar. Destiny is destined to tie you two together."

"Who?" Jian Qing asked.

"Quan Jingwu donor!" said Master Kongwu.

Jian Qing smiled inexplicably. Is she really that similar to Xiao Jing?

"The donor won't ask me if he is your beloved? Generally, young men and women who come here often like to ask this question." Master Kongwu said gently.

Jian Qing curled the corners of her lips, her tone was arrogant but made people feel that it was so natural, "So what, so what, no, as long as I think, he is."

Word by word, it was loud and loud, and Master Kongwu smiled.

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor has already seen it clearly in his heart. I am too worried."

Jian Qing looked up and saw a red ribbon tied on the ancient tree. Master Kongwu's voice sounded again, "This is a marriage tree. Many donors will tie one when they come here. Giving is mainly interested, so you might as well tie one too."

As he said that, Master Kongwu walked to the bamboo tube with the red ribbon next to him and pulled out one, turned around and handed it to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing looked down at the red ribbon on Master Kongwu's hand, and chuckled and reached out to take it, "Thank you!"

"The donor will do it, I'll leave first." Master Kongwu clasped his hands together, and his gentle voice made people feel very comfortable.

Jian Qing nodded and watched his back gradually disappear.

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The third update is here, please receive the goods, Momo
Chapter completed!