Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing slowed down and looked around the temple. Quan Yifei followed her and introduced it to her.

"Jian Qing, have you seen this kind of temple before?" Speaking of which, she still didn't know where Jian Qing lived before.

"Very few." Jian Qing noticed her doubts and said calmly, "I have been living in country M before, and I haven't been back to the capital for a long time."

Quan Yifei remembered what her grandfather had mentioned about seventeen years ago, and did not dare to ask further.

"Grandma and the others have gone in, let's go in too."

When the two of them walked into the inner hall, they saw Mrs. Quan and Song Xirou lighting incense and kneeling on futons to worship. Rui Yi stood aside but did not follow them.

Although she is married to Quan Hao, she is not Chinese, so her beliefs are naturally different.

Quan Yifei often accompanies Grandma Quan here, so she is naturally familiar with these things. She took a bunch of incense and lit it, then knelt down next to Grandma Quan.

Jian Qing didn't do anything. She just stood so quietly, looking up at the golden Buddha opposite, feeling very calm in her heart.

She closed her eyes and couldn't help but recall the scene of witnessing her mother's cremation that night. The raging fire completely took away her and Luoluo's smiles.

"Xiao Qinger, are you okay?"

Rey's voice sounded, interrupting her thoughts.

Jian Qing took a breath to calm down her emotions. When she opened her eyes, the sadness in her eyes had been hidden and there was no trace.

"aunt!"

"Xiao Qing'er, are you sad?" There seemed to be an aura of sadness lingering around Jian Qing just now. She had never seen Jian Qing like this before.

Meeting Rui Yi's concerned eyes, Jian Qing smiled lightly and said, "No, I just remembered some past events."

Rui Yi looked at her. She was obviously in her prime, but it made people feel that she had gone through countless vicissitudes of life, which made her feel a little sorry for her.

At this time, Mrs. Quan and others had also paid their respects. Song Xirou and Quan Yifei helped Mrs. Quan stand up and helped put the incense into the incense burner.

"Jian Qing, do you want to pay homage?" Song Xirou asked with a smile.

Jian Qing looked calm and said, "No need!"

Quan Yifei echoed, "Jian Qing lived in country M before. She and my second aunt should be the same, and her beliefs are different from ours."

Mrs. Quan thinks it makes sense and doesn't force it.

"Let's go outside and take a look." Quan Yifei pulled Jian Qing out.

The temple was very deserted today, but it was also convenient for them to take a leisurely stroll.

"Ah, grandma, it's Master Kongwu!"

Quan Yifei saw the people sitting in the pavilion with sharp eyes, and her voice was full of surprise.

If you mention Lanyin Temple, everyone will first think of Master Kongwu. The eminent monk of Lanyin Temple is very respected by everyone. However, Master Kongwu is over a hundred years old. There is nothing special. Everyone almost It was rare to see him.

I didn't expect them to be so lucky that they met today.

"Master Kongwu!" Mrs. Quan stepped up to the pavilion and shouted warmly, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Master Kongwu was dressed in plain robes, and his gray beard made him even more kind-hearted. He put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, long time no see."

Mrs. Quan nodded with a smile. She remembered that the last time she saw Master Kongwu was six years ago.

"Who is this benefactor?" Master Kongwu's gaze crossed Quan Yifei and landed on Jian Qing behind her.

Jian Qing's eyes calmly met Master Kongwu's eyes, and she nodded politely.

"I wonder if Master Kongwu still remembers my third grandson Jingwu?" Mrs. Quan said, "She is Jingwu's girlfriend, Jian Qing."

Master Kongwu was slightly surprised. He couldn't help but think of the man with a kingly demeanor in his mind, and looked at Jian Qing with a more probing look.

"I wonder, donor, if we can continue the conversation."

Quan Yifei and others were stunned and looked at Jian Qing.

Jian Qing nodded lightly, "Of course."

Master Kongwu stood up. Although he was over a hundred years old, his steps were still steady. Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Rui Yi and the others looked at each other, a little strange.

"It's the first time Jian Qing comes here. Why does it feel like Master Kongwu is so familiar with Jian Qing?" Quan Yifei scratched his head in confusion.

Mrs. Quan chuckled and said, "Maybe this is fate."

Jian Qing followed Master Kongwu to the foot of an ancient tree and then stopped.

After a while, Master Kongwu took the lead to break the silence, "The donor has a noble destiny and a kind heart, but his hands are stained with too much killing. I hope the donor will have less murderous thoughts and be less involved in killing."

Jian Qing's red lips curled slightly, she raised her eyes to look at Master Kongwu, and said in a calm tone, "Master Kongwu, many people think that the world is black and white, do you think so too?"

I don’t know why she suddenly asked this, but Master Kongwu still replied, “What is right and wrong in the world, what is wrong and what is right, lies in everyone’s different standpoints. One thought of heaven or one thought of hell is just a matter of difference between people’s thoughts. That’s all.”

What he said was very enigmatic. Jian Qing's eyes narrowed and she said in a cold voice, "It seems that the master also understands this truth. There are never black and white things in this world. There are always gray areas. I I don’t care if my hands are stained with killing, all I want is to keep the people I care about safe for the rest of their lives.”

Master Kongwu looked at her with complicated eyes. After a long time, he quietly said, "You and the donor are really alike. Fate is destined to tie you two together."

"Who?" Jian Qing asked.

"Quan Jingwu, my benefactor!" Master Kongwu said.

Jian Qing smiled inexplicably. Are she and Xiao Jing really so similar?

"Don't you ask me if he is your beloved? Generally young men and women who come here often like to ask this question." Master Kongwu said gently.

Jian Qing curled her lips, and her tone was arrogant, but it made people feel so natural, "So what if it is, so what if it isn't, as long as I think, he is."

Every word was resounding, and Master Kongwu smiled.

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor has already seen clearly in his heart. I am too worried."

Jian Qing looked up and saw a red ribbon tied to the ancient tree. Master Kongwu's voice sounded again, "This is the marriage tree. Many donors will tie one when they come here. If the donor is interested, you might as well tie one too."

With that said, Master Kongwu walked to the bamboo tube next to the red ribbon and pulled out one, turned around and handed it to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the red ribbon on Master Kongwu's hand, then smiled lightly and reached out to take it, "Thank you!"

"Donor, please help yourself. I will leave first." Master Kongwu clasped his hands together, and his gentle voice was very comfortable to listen to.

Jian Qing nodded and watched his figure gradually disappear.

The third update is also here, please accept the goods, okay?