My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 285: Take out a mallet

These golden lights, Yang Xian had seen them in the Mianmian live broadcast room before. And now, they are gradually running towards the Main Hall!

Yang Xian felt that this was not going to work, so he moved forward quietly, wanting to get closer to Mianmian and tell Mianmian the news.

Su Chenjin, who was originally sitting behind Mianmian, noticed Yang Xian's actions and tacitly stepped back a little, retreating to sit on Yang Xian's futon, allowing Yang Xian to sit in front smoothly.

 The two of them had changed places, but Mianmian hadn't noticed it yet.

Little breasted dumpling maintained a cross-legged meditating posture, with a thoughtful look on her chubby little face, obviously still immersed in her thoughts.

 “Mianmian, Mianmian?”

Suddenly hearing Yang Xian's voice, Mianmian came back from her thoughts, blinked and asked Yang Xian what was wrong. She looked at the positions of her eldest grandnephew and Yang Xian, and her expression immediately became serious.

Yang Xiandu changed his position and came to look for her. There must be something important to say!

Xiao Naituanzi quietly drew another talisman to ensure that the conversation would not be heard, and then slowly moved toward the back, getting closer to Yang Xian.

Yang Xian saw Mianmian come to his senses and continued in a low voice: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Mianmian was stunned for a moment.

She recalled her thoughts just now and replied to Yang Xian: "Mianmian was worried about Baibai and them just now. They didn't want to come over. It's strange."

Yang Xian asked again: "What else?"

Mianmian continued: "I wonder if Mianmian did something wrong and shouldn't have brought you here. If I didn't bring you here, you guys wouldn't be in danger."

Yang Xian was silent for a while, then directly told what he had just seen, frowning and said: "I was wondering if it was because of your emotions."

Mianmian knows what those golden lights are! It’s the merit she has accumulated for so long, and the love she gained after being recognized by netizens!

 There was already a small layer of water in the small bottle. She was actually peeking at it, but she just didn't tell everyone. If she always looks at and talks about her, it will let everyone know that she misses her parents very much, which will make everyone more worried about her.

Mianmian doesn’t want this.

If all the merit around her has run away and gone to other places, how can she let her parents wake up? Will Mom and Dad never wake up again? what should I do then?

 Thinking about the most serious consequences, Mianmian flattened her mouth and felt a little like crying.

Yang Xian saw it, and there was tension in his voice: "Don't... they are running faster now!"

Those golden lights ran faster and faster when Mianmian showed a sad expression. It was originally a dot of stars, but now it has turned into a thin rope, being transported to the Main Hall.

Yang Xian began to regret it. Shouldn't he talk too much?

 If you don’t talk too much, Mianmian won’t be unhappy.

Yang Xian felt a little annoyed when his emotions were affected by another person.

This is also the reason why he still lived alone in a shabby shack after working for so many years. He didn't like this feeling of being controlled, he didn't like it very much, but he couldn't really make himself free from these emotions.

“Ah, is it true?” Mianmian heard Yang Xian say that the golden light of her merits ran faster, and she didn’t dare to frown anymore. But all a person can control is his expression, not his thoughts.

The more she told herself not to think like that, the more she couldn't help but panic, and the more she thought about whether she had done something wrong.

As the vicious cycle continued, under Yang Xian's eyes, Xiaonuituanzi's whole body was covered with a layer of darkness, and his originally bright big eyes were like pearls covered with dust, losing their original agility.

Yong Hui, who was sitting under Qingxu on the stage, glanced at Mianmian and Yang Xian in the square with slightly squinted eyes, and the smile on his face became a little wider.

It’s great. It’s great that important guests come to Fahua Temple!

 They will have more believers in Fahua Temple soon!

While Yang Xian and Mianmian were both lost in their own thoughts, they were meditating silently. Yongjue, who was wearing a cassock, raised his eyebrows slightly, reached into the sleeve of the cassock, and took out a mallet.

The old man raised his mallet and struck Mianmian on the head without any hesitation. Su Chenjin, who had changed places with Yang Xian, frowned when she saw this scene. He knew that Master Yongjue's action must be due to Master Yongjue's reasons, but if such a big stick hit his aunt's little bald head, it would hurt her, and he felt distressed.

Sure enough, Mianmian, who had been beaten, covered her bulging head and let out an ouch. Her big eyes were filled with tears, and she looked pitifully at Master Yongjue who was holding the mallet.

Yongjue is getting older, the flesh on his face has sunken down, and his eye sockets are deep. When Mianmian looked at him like this, a smile appeared in his old and cloudy eyes, and he knocked Yang Xian without hesitation.

Yang Xian was not as well as Mianmian. After the pain, he subconsciously reached out and quickly grabbed Yong Jue's wrist, his eyes dark.

When Master Yongjue saw it, he said "yo ho" in his heart. With a slight twist of his thin and dry arm, he broke away from Yang Xian's grasp. He raised the mallet in his hand high and hit Yang Xian again.

 It hurts even more this time!

Yang Xian took a breath and reflexively touched the painful area, and as expected, he touched a big bump.

Master Yongjue hid the mallet back in his sleeves, clasped his hands and lowered his head and recited: "Amitabha, if you don't seek truth, you will never be deceived. You understand that the two dharmas are empty and have no form. Don't break your heart, don't break your heart~"

The lean little old man is obviously wearing a Buddhist cassock, but he uses Zen language and common sayings. He was not sitting upright, his expression was not solemn, and his demeanor was even a little vulgar.

 Looking like that, he doesn’t look like an eminent monk, but rather like a vagrant wearing a cassock secretly, neither fish nor fowl.

Yang Xian and Mianmian looked at each other, and both of them saw full of doubts in each other's eyes.

 Why did you get beaten all of a sudden?

Mianmian touched her smooth little head and couldn't figure it out for a moment.

At this time, Taoist Master Qingxu on the stage had just finished speaking a chapter of the "Tao Jing", and suddenly he also mentioned a sentence said by the famous Taoist Zhuangzi: "You are confused about Yi Fang, and you are confused about Yi Xing. I don't know what is happening here." Do you know what this sentence means?"

As soon as he asked, someone quickly raised their hands and said they knew.

Mianmian also knows the meaning of this sentence. It says that a small confusion will make people lose their way, and a big confusion will make people change their personality. She just fell into confusion, wondering whether it was wrong to bring everyone here, and even doubted that her parents would never wake up if she did so.

 But what if you don’t come?

Master Yongjue’s words seem to be the views of an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty. My mother said that this means that all thoughts are normal. After having a thought, there is no need to force yourself to give up the thought, just ignore it and let it take its course.

 The more you feel something is wrong, the more you make choices and give up, and the more your thoughts become cluttered and disturb your mind.

 Without the original intention, you are no longer yourself, you have become another person!

 Mianmian's eyes became bright again: "Mianmian is still Mianmian. He will not become someone else. There will be a way for everything. This is the most important thing!"

Even if what she originally wanted to do and the development of the matter are different, it is normal. As long as she is still Mianmian, there must be a way to solve it, instead of sitting here thinking about all these things!

With this thought, Mianmian suddenly had a strange feeling. The clouds in the sky, the ants on the ground, and the wind blowing all became different.

 Suddenly the little breasted dumpling showed a bright smile.

Yang Xian heard Mianmian talking to himself, and something seemed to click in his mind. Being close to Mianmian was his own choice. No matter what the consequences of this choice were, as long as he was still himself, there would be a solution.

 Even if he is influenced by Mianmian, this is his own choice. There are both good and bad, but you can’t just see the bad.

At this moment, Yang Xian saw that the golden light that had drifted away from Mianmian suddenly followed the original path and returned to Mianmian.

 Seeing Mianmian smiling, the smile on Yonghui's face stiffened.

 He glanced at Yongjue beside him, his eyes dark.

 Chingxu and Yongjue are such a hindrance!

 (End of this chapter)