She didn't want to touch the deep meaning hidden deep in her eyes for the time being. The corners of her mouth curved slightly. Gu Chen looked up at the end of the stone steps and said, "I think I have a wish to make to the Buddha."
If possible, she would like to return to the world that belongs to her... This can be regarded as a wish.
Duan Zhaoan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Huh? What is it?"
"A wish that may never come true."
The cold wind blowing with snow blew away the words Gu Chen had gently carried.
Duan Zhaoan's eyes tightened slightly, and... with her personality, she said "a wish that can never be realized." That was a wish that even he could not help her realize.
Xu arrived early, and there were very few pilgrims coming and going. Duan Zhaoan selfishly thought that it would be better if... he and Gu Chen were the only ones there.
Neither of them believed in Buddhism. They just looked at the scenery in Hongluo Temple, wandering in the snowy world, waiting for the rare quiet time. For Duan Zhaoan, this was the quiet time that belonged to him and her.
For Gu Chen, she realized that "Buddha" had such a great influence on the world.
Hongluo Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. The gorgeous and solemn carved beams and paintings have been buried for thousands of years, just waiting for an inch of time and a ray of sandalwood.
When he walked to the Five Hundred Arhat Garden, Gu Chen came across a monk in ragged robes and a Buddhist bead on his chest, kneeling quietly in the snow, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders.
"Wait for me." After Duan Zhaoan finished speaking, he walked quickly towards the direction of the monk. He didn't know what he said, but the ascetic bowed his head and said "Amitabha".
In the snow-white scene, he was fettered by the secular world. When he bent down to the monk, his stern side face looked so sacred, as if bending down and bowing down allowed this noble man to cleanse his deep heart.
The tiredness caused his lips to curl up into a slight smile, so elegant.
Gu Chen looked at him quietly, with a faint smile in his eyes that looked increasingly cold in the snowy color. It was really unbelievable and impossible to guess that such a man would use the temple as a date place.
It would be very painful for a woman to fall in love with him.
He is so cold and inhumane, every word he speaks is like being wrapped in ice. A woman who falls in love with him is destined to be a fruitless tragedy.
However, the woman he likes is generally happy.
He will devote all his tenderness to the woman he loves, and all his eyes will only stop for one person.
This feeling should currently be... unique to her.
While Gu Chen was sizing him up, Duan Zhaoan, who was talking to the ascetic, looked back at her thoughtfully.
His silent eyes fell gently on her face, and then he said to the ascetic: "Perhaps I saw too little of her in the last life, so in this life, I am destined to see her more. Master, I hope I can borrow your
The Buddha said that it can bless her with peace for the rest of her life."
"Amitabha..." The ascetic monk Modai, who came from Tibet and had no idea how many Buddhas he had knelt before and visited so many holy places, said with compassion for the world: "The donor has no Buddha in his heart, but he is willing to suffer for his true love. Amitabha
, With sincerity, gold and stone will open, and sooner or later the female donor will understand the painstaking efforts of the donor."
The ascetic had a refuge bag, which would contain Buddhist beads enshrined in front of the Buddha. Duan Zhaoan got two strings of sandalwood beads enshrined in unknown holy places, bowed to the ascetic again, and walked back with the noble man who had emerged from the world.
