Ning Xi wanted to ask for clarification, but at this moment a little monk came over and reminded her that the Dharma Assembly was about to begin.
Xuan Jing didn't seem to want to explain. He said goodbye to her and Xi Shiqing and left.
Ning Xi could only turn to Xi Shiqing with a confused look on her face, "Mr. Xi, you know the master better, what does it mean when he draws a flower for me?"
Xi Shiqing picked up the paper and studied it carefully for a while, but he still had no clue. "I can't guess what the abbot is thinking."
After Xi Shiqing finished speaking, he looked at her with a little surprise, "There are many people who ask the master similar questions every day. Every time, the master just says that everything is determined by fate. I didn't expect that this time he would personally give you a hand note."
Ning Xi's mouth twitched slightly, and she muttered softly, "Hearing you say that, I'm quite honored, but this flower is a little too mysterious... Forget it, I'll think about it slowly when I get back!"
When leaving the hall, Xi Shiqing turned around and looked at the Buddha statue in the center of the hall for a long time.
Ning Xi put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around to stop him from looking. "Hey, stop looking. What's so good about being a monk? Chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name all day, but you can't drink alcohol, eat meat, or get married! I'll treat you to a drink and a meat feast someday, and take you out to have fun. I guarantee you'll never want to become a monk again! Tell me, what's the difference between a life where you can't pick up girls and a salted fish..."
Ning Xi racked her brains to talk endlessly about the benefits of not becoming a monk. Xi Shiqing finally stopped looking at the Buddha statue and looked at her instead. There was nothing in his clear eyes except her reflection...
After a lot of trouble for most of the day, Ning Xi finally lived up to her trust and brought Xi Shiqing back.
At that time, Xi's mother was crying silently in the pavilion, and she had given up any hope that her son would change his mind.
Mr. Xi also had a worried look on his face.
Although Mr. Xi doesn't talk, he is under the greatest pressure. After all, his grandson likes Buddhist philosophy and is influenced by him in a subtle way.
“Why did it take so long…” Old Master Ning poked his head out and looked around anxiously for a long time.
Old Master Xi sighed, "Old Ning, call Xiao Xi back, and we'll think of a solution."
"What can you think of in such a short time?" Mother Xi checked the time. "Qingqing will have her hair cut in half an hour!"
After saying this, she burst into tears, "If my dear really becomes a nun, I will follow her and become a nun!"
When Mr. Xi heard this, he became anxious and said in panic, "You... What nonsense are you talking about! It's simply nonsense!"
"Where did I fool around? My son has become a monk, what else do I have to remember him by!"
"Then you won't care about Shixuan or me?"
…
The family was feeling gloomy and depressed when they suddenly saw a person walking towards them from the end of the corridor.
It was Ning Xi who came back.
Mother Xi was just about to comfort Ning Xi and tell her not to worry about it, but the next second she saw a familiar figure walking out from behind Ning Xi.
It turned out to be her baby son!
Mother Ning was startled for a moment, then her face was filled with surprise, and she said in a trembling voice, "Qingqing..."
“Shiqing…” Mother Xi, Grandpa Xi, and Old Man Ning were all surprised and delighted to see Xi Shiqing.
However, I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. Could it be that he came to see them for the last time before he became a monk
Until Xi Shiqing walked up to them and called them one by one: "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandpa Ning..."
It’s no longer this donor or that donor!