Inside the main hall.

Ouyang Rong's expression didn't change before he could.

I saw Xie Lingjiang silently hand out the palm of her hand, with a red rope lying on it. She moved her eyes elsewhere and said in a casual tone:

"Yeah, senior brother doesn't think it's trustworthy, and so do I. But I've come here, and the draw has been solved, so let's give it a try.

"It feels weird to have two red strings on my hands. Senior brother should think so too... It's the same as the skirt knife. Senior brother will wear one for me and keep one until I turn around... I met that person when I turned around.

Senior brother, give it to him again for me."

"...???" Ouyang Rong.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet, and no one spoke for a while.

On the warm jade handle of the skirt knife on Ouyang Rong's waist,

A palm that was still easily grasped quietly dropped, and his right hand drooped by his side.

All the previous signs were strange, like pearls, big or small.

My thoughts at this moment are like a long thread going back, threading together all the pearls.

He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

In front of the ancient Buddha in the main hall, I faced the young junior sister Tu Qiongdeng and Master Shandao.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the change in his expression.

The smile returned to his face, and his tone was serious:

"Two are not many. Junior sister also wears one on her feet to pray for blessings and ward off misfortune."

Xie Lingjiang kept reaching out and handing out the red rope, but lowered his head and stared at the embroidered shoes on the ground with his feet slightly arched:

"My feet are itchy, please don't. Senior brother... put one on for me."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"I'm not used to wearing it either. I tinker with things every day. It would be bad if the red string falls off."

Xie Lingjiang added:

"It's okay. If you lose it, just replace it. No matter how many there are, junior sister is willing to replace it, and senior brother can just wear it."

Ouyang Rong looked unmoved and said in his usual tone:

"It's still not appropriate. This is junior sister's marriage red string. I am senior brother, and you...are junior sister. I promised the teacher to take good care of junior sister. I can't take this thing with me randomly."

Xie Lingjiang stretched out his right hand with his palm open and curled his fingers.

"Amitabha."

Master Shandao, who has arranged countless marriages, can no longer stand it.

He clasped his hands together, took a step forward, gently twirled the beads in his palms, his long snow-white eyebrows slightly raised, and seriously advised Ouyang Rong:

"County Master, what the female Bodhisattva just said is right. If she wears it alone, the range of searching for the right husband is too small and it is very difficult. You can wear a red string for her, and the two of you can search for a wide range together. It is better than searching foolishly alone."

, what if I find it after searching for it?”

After a pause in his tone, the old monk with white beard and white eyebrows stroked his beard and sighed:

"The life of the female Bodhisattva is very important. As a senior brother, if you have a little care, just put it on for the female Bodhisattva first. We will talk about the rest later."

Master Shandao is trying to guide a certain elm-headed person who doesn't know whether he has enlightened or not.

Hum, he has been knocking wooden fish under the green lantern and ancient Buddha for so many years, and there is no wooden fish that cannot be knocked!

After Master Shandao finished speaking, the atmosphere became silent.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but raise his eyes, looking at his senior brother who was silent for a moment with uncontrollable anticipation.

Ouyang Rong looked at the red rope lying quietly on the little white hand stretched out by the junior sister in front of him, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Under Master Shandao's white eyebrows, a glimmer of light flashed through his old, saggy eyelids, and he pursued the victory and said:

"County Grand Master, you are not young anymore. You will have to marry a wife and have children in the future to carry on the family line. Maybe someday you will be brought to the temple by your elders to seek marriage.

"Look, wouldn't it be good to do this now? You can first wear a red string for your junior sister to look for her, and another day, um, your junior sister will also wear a red string to look for you someday, and help you solve your life-long problem.

“Isn’t it beautiful to help each other and achieve success once and for all?”

But he never thought that Ouyang Rong seemed to be touched by some words in Master Shandao's words.

He no longer hesitated and looked at Master Shandao without looking up at his junior sister:

"Master, you think too much. I don't want to think about marriage for the moment. I'm used to being lazy. I'll look at it later."

"Isn't there any urging at home?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Master Shandao asked with a strange look on his face:

"Why is this? Why does Lao Ne remember that when my aunt was in the temple last time, she came here several times to ask for a signature for you? She seemed very worried about the county prince's marriage. Why did she suddenly lose sight of it like you?"

Ouyang Rong remained silent and did not answer Master Shandao's in-depth questions.

In fact, from beginning to end, he was not talking to Master Shandao.

The words are meant for another person to listen to.

There appear to be three people on the field, but in fact there are only two.

Ouyang Rong has been paying attention over there, and she has been paying attention to him over there.

The extra good masters are just intermediaries for spreading the word.

Some words just have to be stated clearly, but Ouyang Rong feels that this is something that must never be stated clearly.

When it comes to the word decent, dignity must also be taken into consideration.

After all, Junior Sister is such an arrogant person...

In the main hall with the door open, there was a young county magistrate who was speechless in front of Master Dong Lin. He turned his head and looked north in the direction of Beitian Alms Home.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the walls of the ancient Buddhist temple, and he saw a dry well. Under the well was a quiet underground palace and a stone carving with the words "Go back, come back" under the lotus stone seat.

Xie Lingjiang, who was paying close attention to his senior brother's every move from the corner of his eye, was stunned for a moment.

Following his gaze, they looked northward outside the palace gate.

This direction is also the direction where Donglin Temple's breakfast hall is located. On that day, her father Xie Xun helped her politely reject the proposal of her elder brother and Zhen family at a breakfast table.

Xie Lingjiang misunderstood someone's thoughts, and seemed to subconsciously attribute the reason to those things.

Xie Lingjiang's face turned red instantly, like fiery red rouge melting into clear water.

Dye red, dye red, and can be diluted with water immediately.

The blush on her little face was dispelled by some unspeakable emotion, and she became much paler.

Ouyang Rong, who was hiding his thoughts, did not see the look of regret that turned from red to white at that moment.

When he turned around, Xie Lingjiang had already lowered his head.

Ouyang Rong looked at Xie Lingjiang, who was still holding out her hand. From the corner of his eye, he could even see the glistening sweat between her knuckles. He managed a smile and said:

"Junior sister, put it away. Just listen to the matter about holding the red rope. How can we, disciples of saints and sages, believe in this. It's not too early now, we'd better go..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly raised his head, with a charming smile on his face:

"It's okay, Senior Brother, Junior Sister is stupid, even if you believe in it, you also believe in the Guanyin Spiritual Lotus... If you find it inconvenient, then I... can I help you tie the red string?"

After saying that, the woman who seemed to be risking her life couldn't wait to reach out her hand and took the initiative to grab Ouyang Rong's right arm to tie a red rope for him.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously took a small step back.

Xie Lingjiang's palm paused in mid-air, and she caught the moment.

Seeing the little junior sister's subtle reaction, Ouyang Rong felt a little regret in his heart for the first time.

But he opened his mouth and took a breath. In one breath, something seemed to be dispelled, and he forced a smile and said:

"Little junior sister is being naughty again. Don't blame Master Shandao. It seems to be getting late."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the sky outside the door behind him. When he turned around, his expression had returned to normal. He said calmly:

"By the way, they are still waiting for me at the Beitian Nursing Home. It's over, little junior sister...little junior sister, please pray to the Buddha for a while. Remember to change your clothes after praying. It's not appropriate to wear a skirt. I have to do it in the afternoon.

Business..."

Ouyang took a deep breath. This time it was not just that he didn't want to leave any bond, but also because he had just carefully recalled it and analyzed that the junior sister was not love, but admiration, admiration and dependence on his elder brother.

In fact, a long time ago, when the junior sister asked him to discipline her as a joke, Ouyang Rong noticed that the junior sister had some admiration for him.

The junior sister may be impulsive and he doesn't want to take advantage of this.

There is a difference between love and admiration and dependence... Ouyang Rong murmured in his heart.

"After you change your clothes, come find me again."

After saying a few words, Ouyang Rong turned around and left the hall in a hurry.
To be continued...