The old monk of Baiyun Temple sits on the right side of the Main Hall, behind the lottery table. He has a kind face and thick earlobes, and he is indeed a bit like a Buddha.
Seeing Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu come in, the old monk asked: “You two, what is your relationship now?”
“…”
Jiang Qin secretly glanced at the Buddha and Bodhisattva sitting in the main hall, but did not dare to compare, for fear that the Buddha would misunderstand, and he would have a lifelong friendship.
“How dare I say this even when Buddha asked me”
And Feng Nanshu was too shy to call her a friend.
You can lie to yourself, but you cannot lie to the Buddha.
Jiang Zhenghong was not in the main hall, but ran to burn incense. When he came back, he saw Yuan Youqin smiling so much that he was confused.
“Why are you so happy? Did you ask for a good signature?”
“The master asked them what their relationship was, and Jiang Qin asked him to guess, but they said they looked like good friends. Your little bitch got anxious and said he was a liar, and he talked about Amitabha and his sins.”
In fact, the master of Baiyun Temple was also very blinded at the time, and did not expect that the benefactor’s reaction would be so great.
If they are not friends, they are not friends. Just guess.
How…like he wants to bite someone?
Then Jiang Qin stopped listening to the interpretation and took Feng Nanshu’s hand and walked around in front of the Buddha several times, from left to right, right to left again, holding the hands together high, for fear that the Buddha would see him. not see.
Yes, people say that Buddha is everywhere, but what if.
Who knows if the Buddha will take advantage of the situation at some point, and cannot see this burning disloyalty.
However, when he got off the mountain and drove back to Hongrong’s home, Donor Jiang became tough again, and he didn’t look at all like he was cowardly on the mountain just now.
“Son, I guess you two are good friends. Why were you so angry then?”
“He didn’t say yes!”
Jiang Qin spoke confidently: “Since you are a master, you must be rigorous in what you say and do. There can be no ambiguity. Can friends and good friends be the same?”
Yuan Youqin’s expression changed: “You might as well live on the mountain!”
“…”
Jiang Qin didn’t take it seriously and drove all the way back to the community.
Feng Nanshu was sitting in the passenger seat, listening to Yuan Youqin scolding him all the way, feeling excited in his heart.