Chapter 2015

Not only are these two young and beautiful urban white-collar workers, but also many of them are full of red face. It seems that they have met the good thing of pie falling from the sky, and they trot in a certain direction in a hurry.

"The master of enlightenment? The Deputy Abbot just now seems to have mentioned this name... " Meng Ran's mind moved, always feel where is not quite right, but can not say.

"Husband, do you still remember master liaowu? In those days, he explained the dream to me. Let's go and have a look at it

Song Shuling's eyes brightened, and she seemed to remember the master of enlightenment.

Seeing that her mother was attracted by master Wuwu, Meng ran frowned slightly, and took the initiative to pull her mother's jade hand, trying to persuade song Shuling to leave:

"Mom, the dream is an illusion made up of fragments of memory, which is not mysterious. Dream interpretation is just nonsense. If you want to interpret your dream, I'll help you with it. It's too late now. Let's leave first. "

However, song Shuling was arrogant, broke her son's hand and snorted coldly:

"I don't! What time is it? It's still early. I have learned that Master Wu's dream interpretation is marriage, but you can't say that he is bad! Fangfei, go. Aunt Ling asked Master Wu to help you see the marriage. "

After that, without waiting for Meng ran to retort, her mother took Su Fangfei with her and trotted all the way to the side hall, following the enthusiastic tourists.

"Mom

Meng ran cried out, trying to stop, but there was no response.

"Damn it! This man must not be the old monster who transforms God! " Meng ran in the heart low scold a, but suddenly feel the shoulder was patted.

Meng ran Meng raised his head and saw his father, a scholar with a stunned face.

Meng Chang'an see Meng ran face is not right, can't help some concern asked: "Xiaoran, are you ok?"

Meng ran forced down the inner uneasiness, and shook his head without expression: "I'm ok."

Meng Chang'an nodded slightly, looked at the back of the two girls, and sighed with some emotion:

"I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that your mother's coming back this time seems to be the same as when she was in love with me. She's much younger, especially when she's with you, just like an 18-year-old girl. Don't blame her. She and Fangfei have been wandering in the south of the Yangtze River these years. She is carrying so much pressure. Alas... "

"All right, all right, no more. Speaking of it, the master of enlightenment is really famous. Let's go and have a look. "

Having said that, this Chang'an talented person then chased up.

Meng ran looks at his father's figure, for a time the vision is somewhat complicated.

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Lingyun Temple backyard side hall.

In front of the hall there is an old locust tree, which is thick and thin with three people.

In the middle of winter, the leaves of Sophora japonica have already fallen, and the branches are bare. There is a bronze Tang bell hanging on the branches of the ancient Sophora tree. Although no one beats it, the bell is ringing leisurely.

The bell is melodious and pleasant to the ear, like an old monk chanting, quite a kind of ethereal charm.

At this time, tourists who came to visit Lingyun Temple gathered under the old locust tree.

This group of people seems to be Buddhist believers in general, with reverent and fanatical eyes, listening to the teachings of the master under the old locust tree.

"Is he the monk who realized it?"

Meng ran, who is chasing after her, secretly urges her to see through the secret art. When she crosses the crowd, she sees the scene under the old locust tree