Cang Xi floated down from the tree lightly, looked at the woman in Qing not far away, and walked slowly to Qingluan to block the way. Qingluan seemed to be invisible and hit Cang Xi's chest.

Cang Xi was knocked and staggered: "Cough cough, girl, what can't you see?"

Qingluan covered her forehead and raised her head suddenly, staring at Cang Xi in surprise: "Aren't you a ghost?"

Cang Xi replied with a laugh and cry: "Girl, have you seen a ghost appearing in the temple." Then he looked at his outfit, and he really couldn't tell where he looked like a ghost.

Qingluan returned embarrassedly: "I saw that there was no one on the tree, and you suddenly appeared again. No wonder I." He looked at Cang Xi again, and his eyes burst out: "Where did the young master come out? This Ning'an Temple West Courtyard specially entertained female guests who came to burn incense, how did the young master come in?"

Cang Xi replied: "It's just that I got lost, so I jumped onto the tree to see the terrain. I disturbed the girl, I hope I can forgive me."

Qingluan looked at him vigilantly: "Lost?" Then she raised her hand and pointed to the small road in the east: "Just get out from there."

Cangxi smiled and thanked her, and walked out of the courtyard quickly. Qingluan looked at the figure who was leaving and thoughtful.

Cangxi walked to a place where no one was, quickly disappeared, and returned to the original sycamore tree, becoming a living and a branch, resting for a night.

The next day, just as dawn broke out, Cangxi returned to the inn. As the outside became lively, he came downstairs, ordered some food, chose a place by the window, and watched the streets gradually become lively. The mortal world was more lively. When it was almost time to come, he came to the teahouse where he listened to books yesterday, and called the pot of the rain, Longjing, and listened leisurely. When the storyteller finished, Cangxi still felt unsatisfied. Suddenly, he remembered the little girl he saw last night, thinking that he had nothing to do anyway, so it would be better to go shopping at Ning'an Temple during the day, give the Buddha a few sticks of incense and add some incense and oil money, which is also a little thank you for borrowing the point of your stay.

This daytime is different. The temple is full of incense. People coming and going. Cangxi couldn't help but speed up and enter the hall. In the middle is the golden body of the Tathagata, looking at sentient beings compassionately. There are tributes in front of the Buddha statue, a sign in the corner of the altar table, and three cushions on the ground for people to worship. On the left side of the tribute is a merit box, and a kind-hearted old monk and two half-large little monks stood beside the merit box, thanking the pilgrims. There are Bodhisattvas and golden bodies of arhats standing on both sides of the hall. There are many pilgrims kneeling down to worship.

Cangxi bowed three times and kowtowed to the Tathagata with a pious heart.

"I see there is a sign. Why don't my son go and take a look?" The princess patted Qingluan's hand and pointed to the sign at the corner of the table.

"What do you want to sign for? My daughter has nothing to ask for. Let's give the opportunity to those who are destined to sign for it."

"Then aren't you a destined person? I mean you were asked to come and you won't do anything. You're 21 this year. If your brother wasn't young, you would have gotten married long ago." Speaking of Qingluan's marriage, Princess Zhennan couldn't help feeling guilty.

"What did the mother say? How can the life of getting married be better than the life you are now? Now I am Princess Qingluan, who is unknown to anyone in our heaven. Anyone has to praise a heroine."

After worshiping the Buddha statue, Cang Xi couldn't help but look back and saw it. It was the girl in green clothes yesterday. At this time, Qingluan also saw Cang Xi. It was necessary to see people clearly during the day. Qingluan saw the man who turned around and had a sharp eyebrows, a high nose bridge, a tough face, and a white dress. The indescribable aura on his body seemed more attractive than at night. Qingluan could not take his eyes away for a moment. Cangxi also saw Qingluan, a round oval face, a pair of extremely energetic almond eyes, and a narrow-sleeved blue dress, exuding a refreshing and neat atmosphere, which made people unforgettable.

"Go and ask for one." Princess Zhennan said.

"Oh." For a moment, Qingluan was a little lost.

Cang Xi hurriedly got up and walked out of the hall. He only then walked into the hall and watched from the side.

Qingluan absent-mindedly shook the sign, "Bang!" and a sign fell on the ground. Qingluan took the sign and looked at it: "The fate is destined to come, the fate is destined, and people take it away, sow the cause and get the result." After thinking about the sign, he gave the sign to the monk next to him. The monk looked at it, squinted his eyes and smiled: "What do the princess ask for?" Qingluan was stunned: "Nothing asks, but the mother asked Qingluan to shake the sign." The monk replied: "The princess's sign is a Buddhist scripture. Everything in the mortal world has cause and effect. Since there is nothing to ask for, then let it go naturally, don't care too much."

"Oh? What if I want to be married?" Princess Zhennan couldn't help asking.

"If it is a marriage, there is no need to be demanding. If the cause has been planted, the result will not be far away." The monk replied.

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