The door was opened, but only a crack was left, and a monk's face with heavy traces of time peeked out, his eyes falling on the grandma who was watching.
They chatted for a few words, and Xiang Huan could tell that they were acquaintances.
However, the monk did not open the door directly to let them in. After speaking, he closed the temple door again.
"We'll go in through the side door later." The caretaker grandma explained to Xiang Huan and asked her to follow and wait.
Xiang Huan didn't care, he just took this time to look at the surrounding environment.
Although she had spent some time in Marriage Town and traveled to many places with Chengye, she had never been here.
Within a few minutes, the monk just opened a small door next to the temple door and let them into the temple.
The courtyard inside was not big. Xiang Huan followed the caretaker grandma and walked inside. He crossed the threshold and turned a corner. He saw a young monk sprinkling water and sweeping the floor. He didn't even look at anyone coming.
Very focused on work.
Xiang Huan still doesn't know who he is going to see. On the way, he heard the caretaker's grandma chatting with the monk for a few words, but the content was of no use.
Finally, they stopped outside the door of a wing. The grandma who was looking after her stopped, turned around and motioned for Xiang Huan to stand next to her and stop moving forward.
The monk entered the side room first and came out after a while to let the caretaker grandma and Xiang Huan in.
The grandma who was looking after Xiang Huan reached out and grabbed Xiang Huan, and walked into the house together. The monk closed the door behind him and did not follow him in again.
The furnishings in the wing room resemble those of a filming set for a Republic of China drama. Xiang Huan looked at the mahogany furniture, hard couch and low table in front of him, and his eyes finally stopped on the bright yellow futon.
Sitting on the futon is an old monk wearing gray cassock, with his back straight and looking straight.
Meditating with eyes closed.
Hearing the movement in the room, the old monk slowly opened his eyes with a smile on his face.
The grandma in charge opened her mouth to talk to him, clasping her hands in front of her chest. Xiang Huan watched and imitated the same.
The old monk pointed to the chair opposite him and motioned for them to sit down.
"After months of separation, is it going well to go to the hospital?" The old monk seemed to know that the grandma who was looking after her was in some condition, so he asked about the medical treatment first.
"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." The grandma who looked after the incident replied with a smile. It was rare for her to show such an attitude.
"That's good." The old monk said and turned to look at Xiang Huan.
Xiang Huan saw the gentleness and kindness in his eyes, and responded with a suitable look, without speaking rashly.
She guessed that this old monk should be the person that the caretaker grandma wanted to take her to see, but why she wanted to see him was unclear.
"This child is the one I told you about. He has already responded to the bloody disaster. He happened to come back with me and brought me here for you to see." The grandma who was watching finally talked about Xiang Huan.
Xiang Huan listened and knew that the grandma who was looking after him had already talked about himself with the old monk.
I am even more curious about how it was explained in detail, and what exactly I am going to do when I bring her here this time.
The old monk was twisting sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand and looking at Xiang Huan intently. He said to the attending grandmother, "I'm afraid this child is rootless."
The grandma who was watching the incident responded in a low voice.
These words sounded Zen-like, but Xiang Huan understood it immediately and knew that the old monk was right. She was not a rootless person.
His biological father and mother are both gone, and following Pan Ning around the world for more than ten years does not mean he has no roots.
Xiang Huan lowered his head.
"Let you show her with your own eyes
"What else can I see? I'm worried about myself..." The grandma who was looking at the situation stopped and said, "It's nothing, just show it to her. You raise your head."
Xiang Huan raised his head obediently.
After being watched silently for almost three minutes, the old monk's eyes, which had barely moved, became animated, and he opened his mouth to let the caretaker grandma and Xiang Huan drink tea.
With that said, he personally poured a cup of tea for each of them.
Xiang Huan waited for grandma to pick it up and drink it, and then slowly took a few sips with him. She was really thirsty.
And I felt hungry, my stomach almost growled just now.
"Come with me to have a vegetarian meal first, and then we'll talk about anything else after eating." The old monk said, getting up and leading them to the temple's dining area.
This just took advantage of Xiang Huan's thoughts. When he heard that he could eat in the temple, his hunger became more intense, and he was afraid that grandma would open her mouth and refuse.
Fortunately, it didn't happen. Grandma said that she came up the mountain without breakfast. It had been a long time since she had eaten the vegetarian food in the temple, so it was just right.
There were about seven or eight monks eating. Xiang Huan followed the caretaker grandma and sat on the wooden stool opposite the old monk, and the food was quickly served.
Xiang Huan ate very deliciously. If she hadn't been too embarrassed to add more rice, she would have had another bowl.
After eating, he followed the old monk back to the wing. After sitting down and having another cup of tea, the old monk looked at Xiang Huan and called her name.
"You know my name." Xiang Huan responded with a smile, somewhat unexpectedly.
"I heard the two donors talk about it several times, so I naturally had an impression."
Xiang Huan was startled, "Two donors..." she said and glanced at the grandma next to her.
The grandma who is looking after things must be one of them, and the other one
Donor, who could it be?
"Narino has been here before, and I brought him here. He talked about you." The grandma who was watching the incident explained in a low voice beside her.
It turned out to be him.
I have never heard Narino mention his coming to the temple, and I don’t know when he came or what he came for.
The old monk looked out the window behind Xiang Huan and spoke in a leisurely voice.
"When the benefactor came, it rained heavily on the mountain. The benefactor knelt in the rain for an hour before getting up. He also liked the simple food here... The food looks very much like you, girl."
The grandma who was watching the incident coughed and took over the words, "He went to my place as soon as he came out of it, and I brought him here the next day."
These were things Xiang Huan had never known before. The amount of information was so large that she needed to digest it with her eyes dazed.
He didn't say anything immediately, he just nodded.
The old monk and the caretaker grandma didn't bother her, they drank tea quietly and waited for her to calm down and speak out.
After a while, Xiang Huan took a deep breath and said sorry to the old monk.
The old monk smiled without saying a word and handed Xiang Huan the tea he poured himself.
"It's okay. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't think too much. Drink some water to moisten yourself first." The grandma who was watching also spoke, asking Xiang Huan to relax.
Xiang Huan took a sip of tea and asked the old monk why the donor came to the temple.
The old monk glanced at the caretaker grandma, and the two exchanged glances silently.
"The donor came to seek refuge."
The old monk's answer made Xiang Huan's fingers tremble and he almost dropped the teacup on the ground.
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