The Stone Bodhisattva has a benevolent smile, lowered eyebrows, lowered eyes, and a solemn appearance. He has a spade in his left hand and a tin cane in his right. He sat on Qianye Qinglian's platform and listened quietly, as if he could hear the words of the temple's ancient blessing.
Laomyo Zhu knelt down on the futon with a smile and spoke to the Bodhisattva as usual, as if the Bodhisattva of this temple were his old friend.
After muttering to himself about his business, he stood up with his hands behind his back and prepared to open the temple. Although he knew that no one would e to worship today, he still carefully cleaned the temple and opened the door on time.
This is no longer a matter of responsibility for him, but a part of his life.
But when the door opened today, Lao Miao Zhu encountered an unexpected event.
Early in the morning, I saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the temple door holding a girl around 3 or 4 years old. When Lao Miao Zhu saw someone waiting outside the door, the first thing he thought was that the person did not e to pray waiting for it to open, but instead came to ask for help. I was wondering if there was.
Father and daughter did not appear to be wealthy, and the father clearly had unhealed wounds on his face. The more he saw them, the lonelier he felt.
Old Miao Zhu was stunned for a while, and then asked with interest. "Hello, what's wrong?"
When the middle-aged father heard this, he immediately expressed his determination: "My daughter and I came here to burn incense and worship."
Lao Miao Zhu looked surprised, then weled the father and daughter with a smile. He was a little surprised, but not too surprised.
When the father and daughter arrived at the temple, Old Miao Zhu stood aside and prepared incense sticks for them. By the way, he briefly mentioned the incense burning and prayer stages, and then basically stood aside and watched without saying anything.
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