Is He Really The Protagonist?

Hearing the grievance-filled meow, I looked back and saw Xue Qiang squatting in the Heavenly King's Hall, looking at him pitifully over the high threshold.

"Why can't you come out? Just jump up and think you can't do it without trying. This is not good."

After hearing what Xiao Bosheng said, Xue Qiang stood up obediently, bent his hind legs slightly to gain momentum, and then took off.

'boom! ’

"Meow⁓"

There was a close contact between his head and the threshold, and the sound of the snow gun became even more aggrieved. Xiao Bosheng suppressed his smile, reached out and fished her out and placed her on the bluestone ground outside.

Snow Gun had already seen this big golden tree when he was inside. After he came out, he couldn't wait to move his short legs and chase the leaves falling in the wind.

Looking at the snow-white figure dancing in the golden field, the corners of Xiao Bosheng's mouth curved.

"Wow, this tree is so big." Tang Yubing and Du Xue walked out hand in hand behind them, exclaiming.

When they first came in, their view was blocked by the Heavenly King's Palace. Later, when they went to the guest house, dense bamboos were planted along the road. Although they could see some colors, they could only get a glimpse of it and not the whole picture.

"This tree must be hundreds of years old." Du Xue also sighed.

"Well, it should be three hundred years." Xiao Bosheng replied.

Tang Yubing took out her mobile phone: "Master, help us take pictures."

"Uh." Xiao Bosheng hesitated for a moment and looked at Tang Yubing: "Haven't you heard of a saying? Don't take photos with old trees."

"Why?"

"There is a saying that a tree must have spirit after a hundred years. Trees are wood and are rooted in the ground, so they have a strong Yin energy. You can easily encounter that kind of thing when you take a photo with an old tree, you know." Xiao Bosheng's expression was gloomy. The pity, coupled with his weird tone, gave Tang Yubing goosebumps all over his body.

Du Xue was puzzled: "But this is a Buddhist temple, is there such a thing?"

"..." Tang Yubing: "Master, you can't make this up just because you don't want to take pictures for us."

"How is that possible?" Xiao Bosheng said disdainfully: "Then I will take pictures for you. Give me your phone."

"Forget it."

"cut."

There are also four main halls on the east and west sides of the square, namely: the Patriarch's Hall, the Jialan Hall, the Three Western Temples and the Three Eastern Temples. The main hall of the temple, the Main Hall, faces the Tianwang Hall across the square from north to south.

Tang Yubing and the two separated and went to both sides. Xiao Bosheng followed Tang Yubing into the Three Holy Temples of the West. Amitabha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva are enshrined here. After offering incense to the three Buddha statues, he saw that Tang Yubing was not done yet. thing.

Xiao Bosheng walked into the Patriarch Hall next door, where Patriarch Bodhidharma bowed deeply, offered incense, and finished his work.

The Jialan Hall opposite is dedicated to Jialan God, also known as Guan Gong. According to the orthodox interpretation of Buddhist scriptures, there are eighteen Jialan gods, collectively called the Eighteen Jialan gods, represented by Jialan Bodhisattva, also known as Guan Gong.

Next door to the Garan Hall is the Three Saints of the East. The Three Saints of the East are also known as the Three Medicine Buddhas. They are the collective name of Medicine Buddha, Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva.

Coming out of the Three Eastern Temples, Tang Yubing and Du Xue must have just finished their two bows and were walking towards each other in the square.

Xiao Bosheng couldn't help but complain: "Your speed is really comparable."

The two ignored him and glanced at the snow gun. She no longer chased the fallen leaves, but squatted under the tree and looked at the stone bench at the root of the tree, which was filled with fallen leaves.

"Want to go in and play?" Xiao Bosheng asked as he walked to the snow gun. Then, without waiting for her to answer, he bent down and scooped it up: "Let's go."

"Meow!"

The snow gun drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the pile of leaves inside. The leaves were very thick, and he didn't throw it very high. After fluttering the snow gun twice, he stood up and looked at him with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

Xiao Bosheng turned around as if nothing had happened and walked towards the Mahavira Hall, where Sakyamuni Buddha was enshrined. He lit incense, bowed and offered incense in the same way. Then Xiao Bosheng walked back to the ginkgo tree, sat on a bench around the tree, and looked at the leaves above his head in a daze.

‘Swish-swish-swish. ’

There was a sound of bamboo leaves rubbing against the ground. I turned around and saw a monk who looked young (?) in brown robes. He was holding a thin bamboo broom in his hand and was sweeping slowly. with fallen leaves.

The swishing sound of bamboo leaves rubbing against the ground was intertwined with the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, which seemed so harmonious. For a moment, his mind calmed down.

Opposite them, Tang Yubing and Du Xue had also finished offering incense and were waving to him when Xiao Posheng stood up. Snow Gun immediately grabbed his clothes, climbed into his hat, and stuck out his little head.

"Master, where should we go next?"

"We still have more than half an hour to eat. Let's go back to the guest house to rest and wait for dinner. Or you can go shopping if you want, but don't go too far."

"Then go back and take a rest. We won't be able to go shopping for long."

The three of them walked back to the guest house and met the young monk at the door on the stairs. Behind him were three kind-hearted aunts. Xiao Posheng stopped and let the other person go first. The three aunts smiled and nodded to them.

The signal on the mountain was not good, so Tang Yubing didn't suggest playing games. The two girls were sitting in the room chatting. Xiao Bosheng was lying on the concrete railing of the corridor, and the snow gun was lying on the railing to his left.

Because the guest house is being built on the west side, you cannot see the sunset, but it is very close to the door, so you can see the scenery below the mountain.

The dim sunlight gilded the clouds in the distance, and you could even see the river wetlands across the river city.

One after another, travelers came to Lianyun Temple and stayed in the guest house under the leadership of the young monk. There were men and women, old and young, but there were very few young people in their twenties like him.

"Master."

Turning around, he saw Tang Yubing walking out of the room and standing to his right.

"Xiaoxue is a little tired and wants to lie down for a while. I'll call her later when I have dinner."

"Hmm." Looking at Tang Yubing's profile, Xiao Bosheng asked, "What's on your mind?"

"..." Tang Yubing: "Master, can you read minds?"

"How is that possible..." Xiao Posheng was speechless: "You just said it on your face that you have something to say but don't know how to say it."

Tang Yubing touched his face and hesitated: "Is it so obvious? Xiaoxue didn't even notice it."

"Probably because you miss me and talk, so you won't show it in front of her."

"All right."

The two were silent for a few seconds, and then Xiao Bosheng said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not a glass-hearted person. Are you afraid of hurting me?"

"Master, I'm sorry."

"???" Looking at the girl with her head lowered next to her, Xiao Bosheng had several big question marks on his head. Long hair covered the side of Tang Yubing's face, and he couldn't see her expression.

The voice continued to come from under the long hair: "I didn't control my temper this morning and said too much to you."

"It's okay, I did do something bad."

Ignoring him, Tang Yubing explained: "The reason why I was so angry this morning is, as the words say, Master, you have indeed been late many times in the past few days.

It would be fine if I was alone, but Xiaoxue was here today, and I kept urging her for fear of being late. As a result, I had to wait for you for more than half an hour after you came, and I felt very sorry for her.

Because I was the one who took the initiative to ask her to come to Jiangcheng to play, but as a result, I haven't been able to accompany her these days. My guilt reached its peak when I was waiting for you in the morning. You happened to be late, which became an outlet for my emotions.

I don't really think you are unreliable. Whether it is our travel arrangements these days or your advance understanding of this place, it proves that you have been prepared.

So I want to apologize for my irresponsible words in the morning. I'm sorry, Master, but you are not unreliable at all.

Although you have shortcomings, you also have advantages. I hope you will not doubt yourself because of my angry words. "

Tang Yubing raised her head and looked at him at the end, her eyes sincere.

"Uh." Xiao Posheng scratched his head: "I wouldn't have it in the first place. I have a complete self-understanding from the memories of the past few decades. How could I doubt myself just because of other people's words?"

When we have diarrhea, we always suspect that what we eat is wrong. Why should we suspect that we are at fault when we are criticized?

"Ah." The girl's eyes dimmed and she lowered her head: "That's good."

Feeling her emotional changes, Xiao Bosheng was a little confused. Tang Yubing didn't leave him confused for too long and took the initiative to explain.

"I have read some emotional articles before, which said that compared to strangers, accusations from familiar, trusted, and close people are much more hurtful, and it is easier for the accused person to fall into a state of self-doubt and self-denial. So I said I was worried that you would care about my words, so I wanted to explain."

"Ah, maybe I am more heartless. After all, I have been the type of person who is easily bullied since I was a child, so I have long been immune to such attacks that do no real harm."

"Hmm." Tang Yubing seemed to adjust and looked up at him curiously: "What about those who are actually harmed?"

"Then fight back. Gradually, no one will dare to bully me. On the one hand, they can't beat me. On the other hand, they have weaknesses, but I don't."

"What a weakness."

"Call the parents."

"..."

From the bamboo gap in front of the guest house, I saw monks walking out in twos and threes from the side of the Main Hall, and I took my mind away from the memories that did not belong to me.

"Okay, let's go call Du Xue. It's dinner time."