Zen Master Xuyun had a clear view of the couple's little actions, and the smile on his face became even stronger. He recited a Buddhist chant and said: "The troubles of the two donors have been resolved, and you can go back."
As he said that, he ignored the two of them and closed his eyes to chant sutras.
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
How did this old monk manage to switch freely between Bagua and profound knowledge?
"Don't pay attention, the Zen master has always been so talkative."
Cui Weizhen, who had more contact with Zen Master Xuyun, seemed very calm and walked out holding Ye Zhenzhen's hand. Ye Zhenzhen remembered that she was still angry and couldn't help but struggle: "Let go."
"I won't let go."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...childish!"
Cui Weizhen ignored what she said and continued to hold her hand and walked forward. After leaving the yard, there were gradually more people. Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to cause trouble in front of others and attract some unfounded speculations, so she simply let him go——
As long as he doesn't feel it's a loss of image, that's fine.
Cui Weizhen is an ancient person after all, and his words and deeds are somewhat conservative. Although some behavioral habits have changed due to Ye Zhenzhen's influence, he does not often behave intimately in public.
For example, holding hands, a common action between lovers in later generations, was already a very intimate action in ancient times - at least those couples only secretly held hands during the Lantern Festival or Chinese Valentine's Day during the night.
This shows how eye-catching Cui Weizhen will be when he holds Ye Zhenzhen's hand without any hesitation in broad daylight.
In other places, there may be people who don't know them, but to the pilgrims at Xiangguo Temple, these two people are very familiar. When Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen collaborated to paint Buddhist murals, they all came to see them.
It was too lively.
So when the pilgrims saw them, they all had smiles on their faces, or they were curious, teasing, or looking at them with envy. Some even boldly went up to talk to them: "Uncle Jing Ning, are you talking to Mrs. Ning Guo today?"
Are you coming to Xiangguo Temple to paint for the Buddha?"
Everyone around them pricked up their ears.
Cui Weizhen actually answered the other party's question in a good mood: "I don't have time to paint today, so I brought my son-in-law to offer incense to my late father today."
No wonder she was brought here.
The pilgrims no longer asked any more questions knowingly, and Ye Zhenzhen's expression became solemn. She took the sandalwood from Cui Weizhen and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner in front of the memorial tablet.
Before she could think of what to say to her ancestors, Cui Weizhen said from the side: "Let's go."
Ye Zhenzhen was a little dumbfounded: "Ah, don't you need to say something to daddy?"
Cui Weizhen smiled, his handsome face shining brightly in this quiet and solemn hall, and the stagnant air seemed to flow alive: "My father has gone to sleep, so there is no need to disturb the purity of his old man. Even if there are any words, they are reserved for the present world.
People said that.”
He meant something, and Ye Zhenzhen snorted coldly and glanced sideways at him: "Oh, then do you have anything to say to me?"
Cui Weizhen seemed to be about to say something, but there were others in the palace who came to pay homage to their ancestors, so he swallowed what he was about to say, took her hand again, and said, "I'll talk to you in detail when I get back. Don't be angry.
"
Ye Zhenzhen just hummed awkwardly. She seemed to have remembered something and suddenly said: "I want to eat the preserved fruits from Zhiweizhai."
Cui Weizhen: "..."
If I had known this, I shouldn't have said that I would take her shopping before going out.
But Zhen'er was watching eagerly, and he couldn't help but regret it, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Okay, I will go shopping with you."