Wearing an old dark yellow cassock, he has a calm gaze and a calm demeanor.
Holding a writing brush in his hand, he carefully recorded files for each disciple who received the resources.
"Well, write your name here."
He spread out the thick book and spoke in a soft voice.
Suning bowed down respectfully and wrote down the words "Jingquan" carefully.
"you......"
The middle-aged monk's pupils shrank, hiding without trace, and said to himself: "Is your name Jingquan?"
Suning said respectfully: "Reporting to the steward, my disciple's name is Jingquan."
The middle-aged monk said dullly: "Your peace charm is very interesting. Most others have yellow paper and red cloth, but yours is a wooden sign."
Suning subconsciously looked at his chest. Hanging around his neck was the peace charm that Tang Jingyue had prayed for for him.
"The elders in my family asked me for it. I think it came from a temple somewhere." Suning said bluntly.
The middle-aged monk smiled and said: "The largest temple in China is Buddhism. The Peace Talisman is naturally the most effective thing that Buddhism seeks."
"Your elders don't understand mysteries and have forgotten your identity as a Buddhist disciple."
Suning said with shame: "It's the manager who teaches you."
The middle-aged monk stroking his hands said: "There is no lesson to be learned, just go ahead."
Suning cupped his fists and bowed, turned around and left.
Returning to the open space in the square, after a while, Jingli came back.
Suning handed him the resource package and said, "Apologise, please say more nice things to me."
The latter smiled and said: "Follow me."
...
On the other side, the middle-aged monk who was making fun of Suning's safety talisman did not know when to leave his seat.
He called his disciples to write instead and hurried back to the wing.
Under the pillow, in a delicate little iron box, was a wooden peace talisman that was exactly the same as the one hanging on Suning's body.
The difference is that Suning's wooden sign has the word "you" engraved on it.
And his piece is engraved with the word "月".
"How are you?"
He held the wooden sign tightly and burst into tears.
No one knows that these two peace charms were made by him himself.
There is no third piece in the world.
Even though there is no similarity, the words on it are definitely not that outrageous by chance.
One month, one blessing.
You, not the blessing of blessing.
It was his former name, Tang Younian.
Yue is her name, Tang Jingyue.
Year, year, month, month, month, year.
He is her brother-in-law, the evil man who dragged her into the abyss.
In the end, he waited for her forgiveness.
It is forgiveness and relief.
It was her letting go of her attachment and her magnanimity in letting go of her inner demons.
"Click."
This wooden sign that had been treasured for twenty years quietly cracked and turned into powder, flowing from between his fingers.
The middle-aged monk cried loudly and kept repeating "thank you".
Once, twice, countless times.
His eyes were red and swollen, he was crying and laughing, and was going crazy.
Just like the day he entered Buddhism and became a monk.
Holding the same wooden sign, I cried heartbrokenly.
At that time, I was filled with painful self-blame for my sins, guilt and uneasiness.
At this time, I was so moved and relieved that I burst into tears of joy.
In this world, there is finally no more Tang Younian.
Only Buddhists who are forgetful of Dharma names are in charge.
Wait until night, he can enjoy the moon without any burden.
The bright moon hanging high in the sky is no longer dazzling.
