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    The ancient temple is deep in the mountains.

    It took so long to get from the city to Xiangguo Temple, the heavy snow had already fallen, the morning bell in the temple resounded leisurely in the mountains, the tits were pecking at the snow on the snow-fallen branches, and when they heard the sound of people, they quickly flapped their wings and got into the mountain forest.

    Sui Yan held an umbrella and followed Duan Mingchong up the mountain steps. Before halfway there, he clutched his chest and cried out for pain. The attendants who followed him looked at each other, wondering for a moment whether they should step forward to help.

    Duan Mingchong waved his hand casually, signaling them to watch.

    Sui Yan pressed his chest, looked at Duan Mingchong pitifully, and said, "Your Highness, I can't breathe."

    Duan Mingchong held the red sandalwood box in his hand, and said calmly without changing his expression: "Stand firm, you will be able to go up soon, this Xiangguo Temple is full of gods and Buddhas watching, you need to be sincere to make your wishes come true, safe and sound  well."

    Sui Yan threw the umbrella aside, clasped his hands together, and muttered: "I beg some gods and Buddhas to take me directly into the temple, and don't let me climb the mountain again. I sincerely pray."

    Duan Mingchong almost laughed angrily at him, probably because his heart softened, he walked down a few steps from the mountain steps, handed over the rosewood box in his hand to the side attendant, and stretched out his hand towards Sui Yan.

    "Come on, Gu pulls you."

    Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little blushing¡ªthis old goblin who had lived for so many years turned red at the ears of the young man's inadvertent words.

    His eyelashes trembled for a long time, and he put his hand over it tremblingly.

    Duanming Chong's eyes were pure, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. With a little force, he pulled Sui Yan under his umbrella, and Sui Yan almost ran into his arms directly.

    Duanming Chong tilted his head and said, "Hold on tight, don't let go¡ªwhy are your hands so cold?"

    Sui Yan turned his face to one side unnaturally, stopped yelling, and coughed dryly: "No, it's nothing, let's go up, the bell has been ringing for a long time."

    Duanming Chongxin said that if you hadn't been tossing around here, we would have gone up a long time ago, but he is used to being gentle and courteous, and it is difficult to say these harsh words, so he smiled, and half-pulled and half-hugged Sui Yan to Xiangguo Temple.

    When he climbed the steps and saw the golden words "Daxiangguo Temple" on the huge plaque, Sui Yan almost collapsed.

    He hugged Duan Mingchong's shoulders and panted slightly, and said in a breathless voice: "Next time I will never come here again. The last time the mountain steps were really fatal."

    Duanming Chongren teased him with a smile: "Won't you come if you have sweet porridge?"

    Sui Yan frowned and thought for a while: "Then I have to think about it."

    Duan Mingchong laughed out loud.

    Today it was snowing heavily, and there were very few people who came to worship the Buddha. Duanming Chongxu came here often. The monk sweeping snow in front of the main hall saw him and walked over to pay respects.

    Duan Mingchong took the red sandalwood box, said a few words to the monk gently, and then said to Sui Yan: "Young Master, please wait here for a while, and then you will come back after placing the Heart Sutra in the Buddhist hall."

    Sui Yan said: "Yes."

    Duan Mingchong told several attendants again, and then left with the monk.

    Sui Yan had been to Xiangguo Temple a few times before, but it was all a matter of his previous life, and he just passed by in a hurry at that time, without taking a closer look at this ancient temple located in the deep mountains.

    He held Duan Mingchong's umbrella and walked in a random direction with the small hand stove in his arms, completely forgetting Duan Mingchong's words that he was waiting here.

    The attendant wanted to persuade him but dared not, so the two of them followed him step by step, lest he would get lost.

    Small stone Buddha statues can be seen everywhere in the temple, with blue bricks and red tiles, and the cornices are covered with ice, shrouded in a vast expanse of white mountain snow.

    Just being in it for a moment, Sui Yan suddenly felt that the stagnation that had been lingering in his heart since his rebirth dissipated invisible, and even his mood became much more open in a trance.

    The ancient temple was filled with fragrant sandalwood. Sui Yan took a light breath, feeling a chill in his lungs, and suddenly understood why so many princes and nobles in the capital always ran to Xiangguo Temple when they had nothing to do.

    If it wasn't for some shadows from the previous life, he would like to live here directly.

    Sui Yan wandered leisurely for half an hour, Duan Mingchong finally found him in a hurry, before he got close, he heard Duan Mingchong disapprovingly say: "Didn't I tell you to wait there?  Now the road is slippery in the snow, what if you accidentally fell down the mountain?"

    Sui Yan was in a good mood, and said with a smile, "It's okay, as long as you don't fall to your death, it's my fate."

    Duan Mingchong glared at him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the front hall.

    Just now, Suiyan walked all the way, and the soles of his feet were already stepped on.looked at him strangely.

    Duan Mingchong asked curiously: "Master and Young Master have met?"

    Geng Xue smiled more gently: "Naturally, I have seen it, young master, you said is it?"

    Sui Yan looked at him almost absent-mindedly, the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and his lips moved slightly: "You"

    Gengxue looked at him with a wry smile.

    Sui Yan murmured, "When did we meet?"

    Gengxue smiled and said: "Young Lord Hou is so forgetful, you asked the monk a question a year ago, but at that time Lord Hou was in a hurry, I never had time to answer you."

    Sui Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him incredulously, almost turning pale with fright.

    Duan Mingchong saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Sui Yan, and said, "What's wrong? You don't look very good."

    Sui Yan was dizzy for a while, Duan Mingchong's voice seemed to come from a distant place, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

    "I, I asked him something" Sui Yan thought blankly.

    Gengxue held the Buddha beads in Gengxue's hand and slowly turned them between his fingers. There was a slight "click" sound in the silence - this sound was extremely weak, but it was like an invisible thread pulling Sui Yan's memory  , Floating to the year when he was dying in his previous life.

    That day, it seemed that there was also such a big goose feather snow. The monk in white smiled at the corner of his lips under the seat of the god and Buddha, but looked at him with compassion in his eyes.

    Sui Yan was already terminally ill at the time, and he had no respect for the gods and Buddhas all over the sky. When he saw him, he didn't salute him, and asked him directly

    "Master, will gods and Buddhas punish those who kill themselves?"

    Gengxue had Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, and smiled slightly when he heard this.

    "This depends on whether the prince believes in my Buddha." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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