Liu Zimo walked over from the darkness and looked around Luo Ran. When he saw the hem of her skirt soaked by the rain, he frowned unconsciously. He didn't rush to answer her words and asked instead: "Did you shout just now?"
Luo Ran looked at the water droplets dripping from his hair, and then realized that it was his call to Xie Ying that attracted this man over.
"Who were you calling just now?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Liu Zimo asked again.
Luo Ran didn't want to get involved too much with him, so naturally he wouldn't tell him about Xie Ying.
He glanced back at the threshold and said, "Nothing."
Then retreat.
Suddenly, Liu Zimo's cold eyes opened angrily, and just as he was about to step forward, Luo Ran thought he was coming for her, and hurriedly ducked to the side. In the blink of an eye, the heavy palace door was closed from the outside with a sound. A dull sound.
"What are you going to do?!"
Luo Ran's voice was tight and he stared at the man in front of him warily.
Liu Zimo looked at the closed palace door, his eyes became darker, and sighed: "If you don't move, I can catch that person."
Although there were some complaints, Luo Ran always felt a little uncomfortable. He couldn't explain it, so he took a few steps back to the side. He didn't stop until he could no longer smell this person's breath on the tip of his nose.
Liu Zimo glanced at her with his deep eyes, then turned to look at the closed palace door without speaking or moving.
It was quiet inside the hall, but the sound of rain outside seemed very noisy.
Luo Ran waited for a while, and when he saw that the man was still not moving, he said in a bad tone: "If you don't want to go out, please give way."
Liu Zimo glanced at her unexpectedly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He took two steps back, stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation, and said, "Princess Xuan, please."
Luo Ran could clearly hear the smile in his words, which seemed to suggest that when Qing Ning was being willful, she would be helpless to watch.
When he thought about it, he gave him a hard look in his heart.
She also wanted to glare at him in front of him, but she was afraid of angering him. There was only one man and one woman in the hall. She just wanted to leave quickly and stay far away from this man, and did not want to cause trouble.
He touched the door of the Cold Palace and pushed it, but it didn't move at all. Even if he pressed harder, it still wouldn't move.
Luo Ran felt a little panicked and tried his best, but there was still no sound from the door.
She refused to give up and bit her lip. Regardless of her image, she leaned on the crack of the door and shouted softly: "You are green again?!"
Youqing just went to get the raincoat and should be back now. If he couldn't see her, he would definitely be around.
But she shouted several times, but there was nothing except the sound of wind and rain.
She didn't give up and was about to speak louder when she heard a cold voice on her back: "No one will come even if you shout until your throat is broken."
Luo Ran turned around and looked at him with a frown: "Is it you?"
Liu Zimo shrugged innocently: "What do you think?"
Luo Ran didn't dare to say that there are no good people in the Liu family, but silence equals acquiescence.
Liu Zimo laughed weakly and did not explain. Instead, he looked around: there was only one window above, which was usually used for ventilation, and that was where he came in just now.
It would be easy for him to get out. But since someone deliberately locked the two of them in here, even if he went out now, there would be someone outside.
Suddenly, Luo Ran remembered what Xie Ying said when he came here before, and walked quickly behind the Buddha statue.
I was full of expectations, but my hopes were shattered when I saw three walls covered with Buddha statues.
Liu Zimo came to her at some point and stood in front of the largest statue. He clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist saying. He glanced sideways at Luo Ran and asked, "Do you know what this painting is about?"
Luo Ran glanced at it without saying anything, and continued to look around to see if there were any small doors, windows, or anything that she could step on to climb over the windows.
Liu Zimo was still standing in front of the painting, with piety in his eyes, and said slowly: "It is said that Madam Maya passed by Lumbini Garden on her way. The weather was particularly sunny that day, and the garden was filled with flowers, green grass, and full of happiness. In the atmosphere, the lady was walking in the garden and saw a tall worry-free tree with luxuriant branches and leaves hanging down as softly as an umbrella canopy. The lady was happy to see it and raised her right hand to touch the branches. The prince came from the right The prince was born, covered with golden light. A knowledgeable astrologer named Azita came to the palace, carefully looked at the sleeping prince, and solemnly said: Extraordinary person! Extraordinary person! The prince has a wonderful appearance, his face is like the full moon. He is the glory of the Sakyamuni clan, and he will become the savior of the world!" (This paragraph is taken from Baidu Library)
His voice is not as deep and oppressive as Fu Jin'an's, nor as gentle and clear as Shen Yuzhi's. It is somewhere in between, and is very suitable for telling stories.
But Luo Ran had no time to listen to him telling the story of Buddha.
Liu Zimo didn't seem to care about her coldness, and asked her: "Do you think someone will really be born from the armpit?"
Luo Ran looked back at the sculpture and said calmly: "If everyone is born from the armpit, wouldn't everyone become a Buddha?"
Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly: "You are right."
Unwilling to give up, Luo Ran came to the front again, wanting to try shouting again, but before he could reach the front, he heard noisy sounds outside, a mixture of men's voices and women's voices.
The man's voice should be in charge, and he said calmly: "Amitabha, dear donors, this is a place for Buddhist disciples to practice internally and is not open to the outside world. Please go to the front to worship."
The woman's voice said: "Master, what you said is wrong. Anyone can worship the Buddha. Why should we be divided between you and us? Besides, we are not going in to cause trouble, we just burn incense sticks and leave. Master, you are a monk." People, can’t you bear to see us get sick after being delayed for a long time in this strong wind and rain?”
The master was still hesitant, but the woman was aggressive.
In the hall, Liu Zimo also came over at this time and asked softly: "Do you know that woman?"
Luo Ran nodded and knew it was Fu Mingzhu without looking at the person.
It seemed that she was responsible for all this, and she was probably not the only one outside. Listening to everyone's chattering, she should have attracted most of the pilgrims in the temple.
Once the master opened the door, in full view of everyone, she and the man were in the deserted hall, and they couldn't explain what they were talking about.
Fu Mingzhu continued to encourage everyone outside: "I really had a dream last night. The Buddha said that as long as you find the main hall facing the northwest and pray sincerely, your wish will come true. I didn't know there was such a main hall in Fahua Temple. , since I have found it now, it means that the dream that Buddha gave me last night is true!"
People who brave the wind and rain to come to offer incense must have something they want.
Everyone came, and since there were so many people, it didn’t hurt to pay their respects, so everyone begged the host in a hurry.
Wang heard the commotion and came over, now in the crowd.
She looked around and saw Youqing, who was soaked all over, hiding behind a tree and shaking his head anxiously at her, but there was no figure of Luo Ran around him.
Wang's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the closed door and Fu Mingzhu who was eager to try, she immediately understood something. She stepped forward and followed the abbot to persuade everyone: "Since the master said it's inconvenient, we shouldn't force it. Ask the Buddha to seek fate. If you are sincere, your heart will be spiritual, and it will be the same wherever you worship."
Seeing that some people were losing their attitude, Fu Mingzhu hurriedly said: "Master, if you don't want us to go in, it's fine. Please open the palace door, and we will bow at the door." After saying that, he turned around and knelt in the rain, facing the palace door: "Xinnu Fu Mingzhu, hereby beseech the Buddha..."
The master closed his eyes and recited: "Amitabha. Well, in this case, I will order people to open the door. After everyone worships, they should go back quickly. Be careful of catching cold."
He turned around and called the young novice to move away the thick piece of wood that was supporting the door...
