"Brother Heng?"
The person next to him interrupted Luo Shaoheng's contemplation. He looked up and saw Wang Xiaoquan's questioning eyes, only to realize that he was distracted. He quickly collected his thoughts and continued to discuss with Wang Xiaoquan about the work situation of the resort in the previous season.
It took an afternoon to finish the matter, Luo Shaoheng arranged the next work and asked Wang Xiaoquan to take care of the resort.
Wang Xiaoquan guessed from his meaning that he was going to go far away, so he asked, "Brother Heng, are you going out?"
"Yeah, about half a month." Luo Shaoheng said, he had already arranged the route and time.
"Then pay attention to safety on the road and have fun." Wang Xiaoquan was used to Luo Shaoheng often traveling far away, so he didn't ask too many questions.
"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Luo Shaoheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll go back and pack my things, call me if I need anything."
"Hey, that's great." Wang Xiaoquan sent him out of the office before going back to sort out the materials.
Luo Shaoheng went out the next day, this time he went to Xiyan Ancient Town. Xiyan Ancient Town is a very famous scenic spot in Bincheng, but the purpose of his trip is not to travel, but to fulfill his wish.
To say it was a fulfillment of a wish, in fact, it cannot be said that way, because his wish has not been fulfilled.
After ten years, standing at the foot of the ancient rock temple again, Luo Shaoheng's heart was abnormally calm, not as unbearable as he imagined. But speaking of it, he is now able to chat with a smile on the tombstone of Shenmu City, so why be afraid of this stone temple with empty hopes.
The stone temple located halfway up the mountain is looming, and the sunlight passes through the cracks in the forest and refracts on the top of the stone temple, which looks a bit illusory when viewed from the bottom up.
Luo Shaoheng withdrew his gaze, and slowly stepped on the first step, as if he was stepping on his heart, step by step, gradually disrupting his calm heart.
After stepping on the last step, Luo Shaoheng stopped. Looking at the gate of the stone temple, he was in a trance for a moment. He stood there for a while before entering the temple.
The furnishings in the lobby of the stone temple are vaguely still the same as when they first came here, and the huge and loving Buddha statue in the center has not changed. There are a few little novice monks standing around the temple to greet the tourists, and guide the tourists to come forward one by one to offer incense and pay homage, ask for a lottery and ask for answers. .
Looking at the passengers, Luo Shaoheng seemed to see himself back then.
After being together with Shen Mucheng, every time Luo Shaoheng thought of the first time the two met, Shen Mucheng was stunned in an alley covered in blood, and felt uneasy, especially Shen Mucheng had no memory of the past, and had no idea Is there any enemy, and will anything happen.
After thinking about it, he asked someone to buy a pair of Buddhist beads, and traveled thousands of miles to Guyan Temple to ask Master Chen to consecrate it, hoping that it would protect Shenmu City in peace; besides, he also made a wish and learned to read Kowtow three times and bow nine times, sincerely praying for the people on his heart.
But he didn't expect that no matter how much he did, he still couldn't keep him safe.
The Buddha beads are still there, but people are separated forever.
"Hello, benefactor." Seeing him standing still, a novice stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to offer incense?"
"Ah, yes." Luo Shaoheng smiled at him gently, followed him to pay for the sesame oil, took three sticks of incense and put them in the middle of the incense burner, stepped back a few steps and knelt down on the Buddha mat next to him.
Luo Shaoheng's posture of worshiping the Buddha is very standard. In order to come here to pray for Shen Mucheng, he checked a lot of information and consulted professional Buddhist family members, just to change his heart with sincerity.
After finishing the obeisance to the Buddha, Luo Shaoheng asked the little novice beside him, "Excuse me, is Master Chen there?"
"The host is chanting sutras in the meditation room in the backyard." The little novice replied.
"Please help me, little master, to pass this on to Master Chen, and say that Luo Shaoheng has something to ask Master Chen to see." Luo Shaoheng took off the Buddhist beads in his hand and handed them to the little novice. A bodhi seed was worn on the top, which was regarded as a token when he came to ask to see him again.
The little novice took the beads and said "wait a moment" before entering the inner courtyard.
While Luo Shaoheng was waiting, many new tourists came to the temple one after another, and all of them came to pay homage to the Buddha. There are special masters in the temple who will release the lottery. Most of the tourists who come to worship Buddha will ask for one, not necessarily for the fulfillment of their wishes, but sometimes for peace of mind.
Luo Shaoheng remembered that he was the same back then, but he asked for a lottery, but he didn't ask for a solution. Because this prophecy-like thing made him feel a little terrified at the time. Although he wanted to know the answer, he was afraid that what he got was not what he thought in his heart.
Fortunately, Master Liaochen agreed to consecrate the Buddha beads, and pierced the Buddha beads of the two of them with the bodhi seeds of Guyan Temple to appease his uneasiness.
He still remembered Shen Mucheng's astonished expression when he put the Buddha beads on Shen Mucheng's hand, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized and asked himself: "You said you want to go out to sketch, but you are actually doing this?"
He inserted his finger between Shen Mucheng's fingers, making the prayer beads on their wrists touch each other, and then said with a smile: "My greatest wish is that you are safe and sound."
"Patter—"
The passenger drew the lottery too hard, and half of the bucket of lottery fell to the ground, interrupting Luo Shaoheng's memory, and his eyes stopped on the lottery scattered on the ground.
At this time, the little novice who just left before came back, handed him back the Buddhist beads, and invited him to the backyard for a talk on behalf of Master Chen.
Luo Shaoheng put the beads back into his hands, took a last look at the sticks put back in the stick holder, turned around and followed the little novice monk to the backyard.
Buddha beads can't keep you safe, maybe the lottery at the beginning is the real answer.
In the backyard, Luo Shaoheng followed the little novice monk to Master Chen's meditation room. Master Liaochen was sitting in the room, when he came over, he stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.
Luo Shaoheng clasped his hands together and saluted, and sat down on the Buddha cushion beside Master Chen.
The two have never met each other except for the time when Luo Shaoheng came to ask for the blessing of the Buddha beads ten years ago. Luo Shaoheng has become mature and stable from the appearance of a young boy, but Master Liaochen is still the same as before, with the same white eyebrows and white beard, not younger, but not older than before. It seems that the past ten years have not left him. under the trace.
The novice brought tea to the two, and Luo Shaoheng thanked him and took a sip. The bitter taste spread in his mouth and flowed all the way into his stomach, like unresolved sorrow.
"Is it bitter?" Master Liaochen asked.
"Bitter." Luo Shaoheng said truthfully.
"Is there any return?" Master Liaochen asked again.
Luo Shaoheng took another sip, savored it carefully, and said, "Not at all."
Master Liaochen heard the words, took a sip of the tea in front of him, and said slowly: "This tea is called "Sharp Wheat"."
Luo Shaoheng was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the tea in his hand. There were a few small grains of wheat under the light brown tea, which were thinner and sharper than ordinary wheat.
Sharp barley tea.
Similar to a variant of bitter barley tea, the tea is specially grown in Guyan Temple to entertain visitors.
This was the tea he drank when he first came to find Master Chen, and Master Liao Chen asked him the same way at that time.
His answer is that after bitterness, it returns to sweetness, with a faint scent of licorice.
The same place, the same people, the same tea tastes different.
Thinking of this, he was slightly absent-minded while holding the tea.
"It's not the taste of the tea that has changed, but the human heart." Noticing his state of mind, Master Liaochen said again.
"Master." Luo Shaoheng spoke again only to find that his voice was a bit dry. He took another sip of tea, trying to dispel the surging emotions, but in vain, "...you can guess it?"
"You left a promise before you left back then, I still remember it." Master Liaochen looked at him and said slowly.
Hearing this, Luo Shaoheng felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he almost couldn't hold the cup in his hand.
— Master Thank you! I will come to see you with him next time, please take care of yourself!
Back then, in order to get Master Chen to consecrate the Buddha beads, he told Master Chen the reason for coming back and forth. After fulfilling his wish, he almost jumped up for joy, held the Buddha beads and thanked Master Chen again and again, and made an appointment for the next time. When I come again, I will be with Shen Mucheng.
Now, he has only completed half of this agreement, and it is only a few months before he got the Buddhist beads and had an accident in Shenmu City, and it has been ten years since he said he would come back next time.
Wisdom is like dust, so how could he not understand.
"Ah." Luo Shaoheng responded lightly, drinking tea with his head down to hide the sourness in his eyes.
He drank this sip of tea for nearly half a minute, until he suppressed the bitterness and hopelessness in his heart a little bit, and stopped showing too much on the surface, he raised his head and said apologetically to Master Chen, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Master Liaochen didn't say much, and the two sat quietly until the little novice came in again to add water to the teapot.
This time Luo Shaoheng lived in the temple for a week before leaving. Before leaving, he still thanked Master Chen as before, saying: "I will come to see you next time, please take care of yourself."
"Benefactor take care." God Liaochen folded his hands together
Luo Shaoheng returned the salute, turned around and went down the mountain.
He didn't know when the next time would be, but no matter when, he was still alone.