After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

After breakfast on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was an endless stream of people coming to Shangning's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue were not familiar with these people, and they didn't like socializing, so they told the elders at home that they were going to go out for a walk.

This turn they transferred to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, many people came to offer sacrifices in the suburban cemetery.

Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue walked in the mountains holding flowers, paper money, and fruit baskets, but they didn't feel awkward.

It was this day, gloomy and really cold.

"I don't know if it will snow later." Ning Youguang looked up at the cemetery under the gloomy sky.

"Let's hurry up." Shi Mochizuki's hands were full of things.

Today, the two of them personally drove the family car over, and the things were prepared two days ago, and they were packed in the car, so the sacrificial supplies were particularly well prepared.

"Don't worry." Ning Youguang said, "I'm not afraid of snow."

Soon, the two came to Shi's father's grave.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there were no weeds to be removed around Dad's grave.

However, the two still carefully packed up the weeds and dead branches in front of Shi's father's grave into a tall pile, and after lighting it, the fire began to crackle.

After that, the sacrificial offerings were arranged, and the paper money brought was piled on the burning small fire.

The high piles of paper money soon ignited high flames.

The two also smelled a bit choking paper money, but neither of them avoided it.

They looked at the burning flames and smoke in front of them.

I don't know why, but I feel a little relieved.

It may be because through the smoke and dust, their thoughts can be reached.

The two of them brought a lot of paper money, and it took a while to burn, so they quietly guarded the fire together.

Seeing that the pile of paper in the middle was thick, Ning Youguang also picked up two wooden sticks from the side, gave one to Shi Wangyue, and then followed him to pick fire together.

Shi Mochizuki was pawing, and suddenly thought of some things from the past.

"I used to be very afraid of ghosts when I was a child. I didn't dare to walk alone at night. I always felt that there was something following me. After my father left, I found that I was no longer afraid of ghosts."

"Did you believe in ghosts when you were a child?"

"I started to believe it, and then I stopped believing it after I became literate, and then I believed it again."

"When will it be later?"

"After my father died." Shi Mochiyue looked up at Shi Tingsong's tombstone, with distant and deep eyes, "I used to be a staunch materialist, but later I hoped that ghosts and gods and Buddhas really existed in this world."

When returning to the city from the cemetery, the sky began to snow finely.

When Mochizuki was driving the car, Ning Youguang was sitting in the co-pilot, chatting with him casually, watching the fine snow fall on the car window, splashing ice crystals in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, she saw the roof of the temple exposed in the middle of the mountain not far from the window.

"Putuo Temple." She happily pointed in the direction of the temple.

Shi Mochizuki slowed down the speed of the car, and followed her gaze towards the direction of Putuo Temple, but she couldn't see anything anymore, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Yes." Ning Youguang nodded.

Shi Mochizuki speeded up and drove around a viaduct, got off the bridge and drove to the gate of Putuo Temple.

On the first day of the new year, there are many pilgrims who come to burn incense and pray for blessings.

After the two parked the car, they braved the wind and snow and walked hand in hand to the gate of the temple.

They haven't been to Putuo Temple for many years.

This time, I found that in front of the monastery, except that the road was built wider, nothing else has changed.

The bronze stove at the door is filled with incense offered by pilgrims who come to pray for blessings.

Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue went to the side and lit three sticks of incense. After bowing, they put the incense in the incense burner together.

"Let's go in." Mochizuki suggested.

Ning Youguang nodded, and was about to go into the temple with him, but he looked up inadvertently, and saw the huge bodhi tree above his head, covered with red ribbons.

She suddenly remembered that before Mochizuki went abroad that year, she also hung a red ribbon on this bodhi tree.

More than ten years have passed, and the red ribbon on the tree has become more and more.

Ning Youguang could no longer tell which of the red ribbons fluttering in the wind and snow was the one hung by Shi Wangyue.

But she still remembered the general location.

His eyes kept falling on that branch, "Did the wish you made here come true?"

Shi Mochizuki immediately laughed when she heard her asking, "It's done."

He looked up, and his eyes fell on the same place as hers.

"Isn't this place very spiritual?" Ning Youguang raised his head, looked away from the bodhi tree, and fell on the handsome face of the young man beside him.

The latter felt her gaze, and turned to look at her, "Well, it's very good."

After finishing speaking, Shi Mochizuki turned his head to look at the Bodhi tree where he hung the red ribbon back then and continued to smile.

Looking at his face, Ning Youguang always felt that he was smiling with some meaning, so he continued to ask curiously: "Since all the wishes have been fulfilled, can you tell me what you wished at the beginning?"

"Can."

Shi Wangyue clasped his palms together and bowed devoutly to the Bodhi tree three times.

"What is it?"

Ning Youguang stood aside and watched him worship.

He turned around, his eyes fell on the center of her picturesque eyebrows, "You."

"Um?"

"I beg, if the Bodhisattva really appears, let me be with you forever."

"..."

"Look, aren't we together now?"

"Yes, but this is always a bit..." Ning Youguang looked down at the thin layer of snow on the ground under his gaze.

Shi Mochizuki reached out and held her hat-wearing head, "Do you still want a divorce?"

There were traces of danger and injury in his eyes.

Ning Youguang felt that the other party might be possessed by dramatists again, "Uh, that's not true."

"That's good." When the danger in Mochizuki's eyes was relieved, he still looked into her eyes and said word by word, "There is only death between us, not life."

Ning Youguang's heart didn't fluctuate much at the moment, mainly because after being with Shi Wangyue, she didn't think about anything else, whether it was separation or not, she never felt that she would really be separated from him.

Except, of course, death.

This confidence was given by Shi Mochizuki, and it was also given by the countless time the two of them have walked hand in hand.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shi Wangyue took her hand and continued into the courtyard, "The Bodhisattva here is indeed very spiritual. I think the Bodhi tree planted in front of this gate is good. I'll go to the Gongde Hall and ask if there are still any bodhi trees in the temple. Plant some bodhi trees."

If so, he will do more meritorious deeds.

Ning Youguang laughed softly, "Yes."

Shi Mochizuki continued, "When we get to the Daxiong Palace, I will make a new year's wish."

Ning Youguang became curious, "What wish do you want to make?"

"I won't tell you." Shi Mochizuki made a fool of himself.

Ning Youguang smiled, "All right, all right, I'll just wait, one day you'll tell me." 1314