Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 721 Prayers
A night of heavy snow covered Cangshan Mountain, dotted with bushes, and the blue tiles on the Wuxiang Temple also supported the profuse white snow.

Snowflakes swirled in the sky, and two black Bentleys came down one after another, wearing the same black windbreaker.

"I won't hold the umbrella anymore, I want to get in the snow with you today," Han Wu held Bing Ci's hand in time to hold the umbrella.

"Okay," Bing Ci showed tenderness in his eyebrows, and wrapped the scarf around for him again.

The two walked up the steps side by side, and when they looked up, they saw the three big characters of "Wuxiang Temple" on the wooden plaque.

The little novice was leading the way, and Han Wu noticed Bingci's hesitation and took her hand.

The place of Buddhism, just entering, a sense of indifference and tranquility naturally arises in the heart, as if the vulgarity of the whole body has been washed clean.

When the host came out of the main hall, he happened to meet them and saluted them.

"Master Jingyi," Bing Ci and Han Wu did the same.

When Master Jingyi saw Bing Ci, his eyes were compassionate, he turned the beads, and sighed to Han Wu: "It's the world who has no destiny for her, and Young Master Han is like everyone else."

Bing Ci and Han Wu looked puzzled, but the master only gave them another salute and left.

"Young Master Han and Young Master Qiu can go to the guest room to get some news, or go to the back mountain to enjoy the snow." The little novice saluted and left.

Han Wu's decision to take Bing to resign from Wuxiang Temple is not a whim, but a deliberate one, one is to let her purify her heart, and the other is to pray for her personally.

Bingci did not refuse his invitation, but just watched him recover from a serious illness, took him out to relax, and prayed for everyone by the way.

The stone steps up the mountain are covered with thick white snow, the guardrails connected by iron chains are hung with ice cones, and the majestic snow-fog waterfall is a masterpiece of nature.

The road down the mountain was high and steep, but every step was pious, Bing Ci and Han Wu walked extremely slowly, snowflakes swirled between the sky and the earth, and fell all over their heads.

At this moment, Han Wu's heart was extraordinarily peaceful, watching Bingci standing under the worry-free tree from a distance, writing a wish on a piece of paper, and hanging it on tiptoe with his own hands.

Master Jingyi appeared behind him.

Bingci noticed it and turned around to salute.

"I also asked for one for myself." The master stretched out a hand and handed her two sticks, one black and one red.

Bing Ci shook his head, lowered his eyes and said with a slight smile: "No, one heart and one soul, the black rope locks life, and the red rope locks soul, they are all for him, how can they be separated?"

The master was speechless, standing behind him silently, looking along Bing Ci, Han Wu stood in the wind and snow, with bright eyes and bright teeth, smiling like a flower.

Bingci smiled when he saw it, like spring water was born, ice water first melted, and he wrote on the last red ribbon, "Then wish him a safe life and long happiness."

She purposely tied an extra red ribbon.

Seeing that she has hung up the red ribbon, Han Wu took the initiative to meet her.

"Hand out."

Han Wu obediently stretched out his hands, and Bingci seriously tied the two black and red ropes for him.

"Where's yours?" Han Wu darlingly tugged at the red string and then the black string, only then remembered that she didn't keep any for herself.

"The captain is more likely to be injured, and two can double the protection."

Han Wu smiled and didn't get to the bottom of it. Fortunately, I went to hit the fortune clock earlier. The master in the temple said that if the bell is hit three times, my blessings will be transferred to the person I want to transfer to. , so, no matter how many blessings you pray for me, these blessings will transfer to you.

The two stayed in Wuxiang Temple for two days, Han Wu resigned behind Bing's back and begged for marriage, Master Jingyi still said, "It's the world who has no destiny for her."

Han Wu held this sentence in his heart, and before leaving, the master suddenly said: "Hui Ji will be hurt, Qiu Shao, no blessing..."

Han Wu didn't finish listening to the following words, because he felt distressed and didn't want to hear any more, no luck, no chance, huh.

As soon as the Bentley car left, Yan Ji's car came. He was alone, copying the scriptures of the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", and silently recited Bingci's name countless times in his heart. After the copying was over, he left in a hurry.

The red silk hanging on the worry-free tree stretched in the wind, and the three characters Shen Bingci were not visible when the pen was written, but the red silk was turned over again, and the name of the red silk was no longer clear.

(End of this chapter)