He was wearing a dark yellow old cassock, with a calm eyes and a calm expression.

He held a brush in his hand and carefully recorded the files for every disciple who received resources.

"Yeah, write your name here."

He spread out thick books and his voice was soft.

Suning bent down respectfully and wrote down the word "Jingquan" with one glance.

"you......"

The middle-aged monk's pupils shrank slightly, and he hid without any trace. He said to himself: "Your name is Jingquan?"

Suning said respectfully: "Report to the affairs of the matter, my disciple's Dharma name is Jingquan."

The middle-aged monk said dumbly: "Your peace talisman is quite interesting. Most of the others are yellow paper and red cloth, but you are a wooden sign."

Suning subconsciously looked at his chest, and the one hanging around his neck was the peace talisman that Tang Jingyue asked for him.

"What my elders in my family want is from a temple." Suning said bluntly.

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "The biggest temple in China is Buddhism. The peace talisman is the most effective thing that Buddhism seeks."

"Your elders don't understand the mystery and forget your identity as a Buddhist disciple."

Suning said ashamed: "What the manager taught is the lesson."

The middle-aged monk stroked his hand and said, "It's not a lesson, go ahead."

Suning bowed with his fists and turned around and left.

Back to the open space in the square, after a while, Jingli came back.

Suning handed him the resource package and said, "I apologize, please say more good things to me."

The latter smiled and said, "Follow me."

......

On the other hand, the middle-aged monk who joked about Suning's Ping'an Fu was not sure when he would leave his seat.

He called his disciples to write instead and rushed back to the wing room in a hurry.

Under the pillow, in the delicate small iron box, there was a wooden sign peace talisman that was exactly the same as that hanging on Suning.

The difference is that Suning’s wooden sign carved with the word “you”.

And his piece is engraved with the word "moon".

"How are you?"

He held the wooden sign tightly and burst into tears.

No one knew that these two peace talismans were made by him.

There is no third piece in the whole world.

Even if there is no similarity, the words on it will never be as outrageous as they are.

One month, one blessing.

You, not bless you.

It is his former name, Tang Younian.

Yue is her name, Tang Jingyue.

Every year, every year.

He was her uncle, the evil man who pulled her into the abyss.

After all, he waited for her forgiveness.

It is forgiveness and liberation.

It was her no longer persistently letting go, and it was her generous gift for abandoning the inner demons.

"Click."

This wooden sign, which had been treasured for twenty years, quietly cracked and turned into powder, flowing from his fingers.

The middle-aged monk cried loudly, repeating "Thank you" in his mouth.

Once, twice, countless times.

His eyes were red and swollen, and he cried and laughed, and he was crazy.

Just like the day he worshipped Buddhism and was ordained as a monk.

He also held this wooden sign and cried heartbrokenly.

At that time, I was filled with the pain of sin and blame myself and felt guilty and uneasy.

At this time, there was a feeling of emotion and relief crying with joy.

In this world, there is finally no Tang Younian.

Only the Buddhist steward who is the Dharma name Shanwang.

Wait until night, he can enjoy the moon without any burden.

The bright moon hanging high above the sky, it is no longer dazzling.
Chapter completed!