What Ruyi didn't expect was that Bai Qinghan wasn't just talking, he was deeply hurt, and it was far more than an apology could resolve.
When she went to find Bai Qinghan the next day, all she saw was an empty room.
He completely disappeared. There were no letters or oral messages. No one knew where he had gone.
Ruyi felt very uncomfortable, feeling sad, blaming herself and complaining, but she had no regrets. If she had to do it all over again, she might make the same choice.
It's good that Bai Qinghan left, at least it can give each other more time to figure out these things. It would be better not to meet until both of them figure it out.
In this way, Ruyi went to Yuanshui Temple on the outskirts of Jimo City with a trace of guilt.
Yuanshui Temple is too remote and hidden among the trees outside Jimo City. There are no paths or street signs outside, making it difficult for outsiders to find the temple.
In desperation, Ruyi walked with her sword, flying hundreds of miles above the sky, looking down from above, and found a shabby little temple in the forest. She faced the wind, calmed down the wind, and stepped into it.
Temple gate.
The temple looks like it has been in disrepair for a long time, with a shaky plaque hanging on its dilapidated face, which reads "Original Water Temple".
There is no one in the temple, there are no pilgrims at all, weeds are growing in the corners, and the eaves are covered with dust and cobwebs.
The Ruyi Xindao temple was probably abandoned. When I walked into the first hall, I unexpectedly found a middle-aged monk sitting inside.
Ruyi poked his head in, but saw no one else.
Strange, where is the man named Straw Hat?
The monk glanced at Ruyi and said coldly: "A piece of incense costs three cents, and if you ask for a signature, it costs five cents."
Ruyi felt that the straw hat guy probably hadn't come yet and was idle, so she took out five cents and handed it over: "Then I'll ask for a signature."
The monk didn't take the money. He nodded at the dusty merit box next to him and said, "Put it in."
Ruyi threw the copper coins in along the gap, and then heard a few bangs, and the box seemed empty.
After the monk finished speaking to Ruyi, he closed his eyes, pinched his beads and began to recite the scriptures silently.
Ruyi walked to the Buddha statue, picked up the lotus tube on the desk, knelt down on the futon, and started to cast lots.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" The lottery tube had not been used for a long time, and it shook out countless dust, which made Ruyi cough a few times.
After shaking it for a while, one lot fell to the ground.
Ruyi put down the lotus tube, picked up the lotus on the ground, and looked at it before her eyes. She smiled. The lotus that came out was a lotus.
"Master, please explain the lot for me." Ruyi thrust the lot into the monk's hand.
The monk reluctantly raised his eyelids and said, "Well...it's just a lottery. I'm afraid the female benefactor must be careful lately. There may be a bloody disaster."
Ruyi smiled and asked: "What does the bloody disaster mean? Does it mean that I bleed, or someone else bleeds?"
The monk frowned. An ordinary woman would look depressed if she got the lottery, and she would be even more worried and frightened when she heard the words "bloody disaster". It is rare to see someone as calm as her.
The monk did not answer Ruyi's question, and he added: "Don't the female donors want to know how to resolve the bloody disaster?"
Ruyi nodded and said: "Of course I want to know, but Master wants to talk to me."