Back to the Snow

Chapter 208

So she wanted to be quieter.

Then I thought of the place where the gods looked up to by thousands of people.

Every year the emperor would come to offer sacrifices to his ancestors, explain his own gains and losses, and at the same time exchange his sincerity for a prosperous new year.

And she, a woman of the generation, occupied a high position in the harem where you fought to the death, and now she also came to make a wish in front of the gods.

After getting off the sedan chair, she felt the astonishing eyes around her.Feel the blazing eyes full of love.

The charming eyes turned, and a sarcastic smile flashed across.

How can such a quiet place give birth to the thoughts of the worldly world?
As the presiding abbot slowly walked into the main hall, in front of him was a giant Buddha several meters high and all the bodhisattvas.

After taking Gao Xiang, bow three times.

Then slowly kneel on the futon and kowtow three times.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and meditated.

Given her current situation, she should make a wish to be blessed forever, right?
However, in an instant, the scene of that painting suddenly appeared in my mind.

Frowning slightly.

Not sincere.

Her wish is so insincere, will she go to the Heavenly Court?

According to the ceremony, she bowed down to several Bodhisattvas in turn.Moderate and devout.

Although she was a little absent-minded.

Finally turned to the main hall, the presiding abbot said respectfully because she had arrived in the inner room: "Mrs.

After finishing speaking, he folded his hands together and said "Amitabha" before leaving.

Standing in the house, Ye Ning Zi looks around, all are scriptures, calligraphy and paintings, full of Zen flavor.

On a wooden table in the center, there is a green lamp and several volumes of scriptures.

"The benefactor has been waiting for a long time. Amitabha!"

Following the prestige, an old abbot came in. He had a gray beard but a full face.

He holds a stick in his hand, and there are all kinds of sticks in the barrel.

Ye Ningzi bowed respectfully: "Master Jing Kong."

But the old abbot stepped forward: "The benefactor is asking for a lottery, what is she asking for?"

Ye Ningzi raised her eyes full of amorous feelings, and smiled sweetly: "The future. My future."

Hearing this, the abbot looked at her silently for a moment, and then brought over the stick: "Just think what you think in your heart."

(End of this chapter)