MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 656 : In the end, it was dragged up the mountain

I was carrying my backpack and stayed in place like a piece of wood, but I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart. They all said that the girls’ emotions were uncertain. I didn’t know much about it before, but now, thanks to Qin Mengmeng, she let me Understand what is called "changeable".

After being tossed about by the two and taking pictures for a while, my sister suggested to enter the temple to have a look.

"Forget it, there's probably no one in the temple!" I think it would be fine if the temple door was wide open, it's probably not a good idea to go in under cover!

"The door is closed, there should be someone!" My sister pointed at the door and said to me.

"We heard the bell when we were going up the mountain just now. I think there must be someone inside!"

Qin Mengmeng also turned her head to look at me. Although she didn't explicitly say that she wanted to go in, the underlying meaning of what she said was that I also wanted to go in.

Two to one votes, it seems that my objection is useless, so I nodded lightly, and then led the front to the gate of the ancient temple.

Standing in front of the mottled vermilion wood door, I stretched out my hand to press the iron ring and buttoned it lightly.

The iron ring slammed into the wooden door and made a thumping sound. In this quiet winter forest, it looked extraordinarily ethereal and quiet.

After knocking on the door, Houji's sister and Qin Mengmeng wanted to push the door and go in, so I hurriedly pulled them one by one,

"The owner of the temple hasn't come yet, it's not good to break in without authorization!"

"Oh!" The two responded at the same time, and then retreated reluctantly.

After waiting for a while, a little novice wearing a navy blue cotton coat came out.

The little novice looks like sixteen or seventeen years old. There is no ring scar on the top of his head, and his hair is about an inch more than an inch. It looks like some short steel needles are stuck on the top of his head.

When the little novice first saw my sister and Qin Mengmeng beside me, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, then he blushed and lowered his head, hurriedly put his hands together, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

I pretended not to see, smiled and asked,

"Little master, we want to go in and pay homage, can we?"

"Amitabha, I'm really sorry, the three benefactors, the master has a cold today, and I have to take care of his old man, so the temple is not open today."

"Oh!" I nodded lightly, "By the way, are you and your master the only two people in this temple?"

"No, there should have been another senior brother, but he was admitted to the Songshan Buddhist Academy last year and went to study."

"Excuse me, little master!" I folded my hands and bowed slightly.

"Amitabha!" Xiaosha returned with her palms.

My sister and Qin Mengmeng felt a little regretful. Judging from the appearance of this ancient temple, at least it has a history of two or three hundred years. The outside has not been renovated. It is estimated that most of the interiors should maintain the furnishings of hundreds of years ago.

It is difficult to see such a pure ancient temple.

After we left, we continued to climb the mountain. My sister and Qin Mengmeng finally started to lose their strength. They were no longer jumping up and down like before, but they followed me honestly, pulling me from time to time. Arms, let me drag them away.

"Oh, what a pity!" My sister sighed.

"Yeah!" Qin Mengmeng echoed, "I finally found such a pure ancient temple, and I was so excited that I could appreciate the ancient charm that has been accumulated for a long time!"

"Now those scenic spots are called thousand-year-old temples. In fact, from the inside to the outside, except that the place has not changed, almost all of them have been renovated. Those monks are also full of fat. They have all kinds of mobile phones and computers, and there is no TV at all. The kind of eminent monk who sits in front of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, drinking tea and talking about Buddha."

My sister followed in dissatisfaction.

"The eminent monk is not pretending!"

I couldn't help but laugh and sigh,

"A high monk is a kind of temperament, a kind of temperament from the inside out. Without the influence of Buddhist scriptures over the years, and without the calm and calm temperament of Mount Tai falling before the front and the color remains unchanged, you can't become a high monk."

I don't believe in Buddhism, but this does not affect my admiration for those monks with high morals. At least I envy their temperament of great wisdom when they move their hands.

I refuted it. Although what I said made some sense, my sister was still a little angry and twisted on my arm.

But fortunately, I was wearing a cold suit, and he didn't hurt me either.

Just like her sister, Qin Mengmeng, who was holding my wrist with both hands, was dragged up the mountain by me and couldn't help but smile at her sister.

Maybe the relationship is too close, and it will be more informal. It's not bad to watch your best friend get shriveled and get down on the ground.

After dragging the two for a while, I was too tired, so I had to stop,

"Take a rest, I'm so tired!"

Saying that, I took off my backpack and headed up the stone stairs to the side.

During the Qingming Festival, there will be more people climbing the mountain. In such a big winter, it is estimated that the three of us will come to the mountain.

Sitting on the slate, my sister looked up at me, "I didn't see any other passers-by along the way. Could there be no one on the top of the mountain?"

"There must be people, there may not be many tourists!" I chuckled and shook my head.

Although Nanshan is not the kind of place that requires a ticket to visit, there must be patrols and security, and it is impossible to foresee such a situation.

After a short rest, we resumed our journey.

The sun was shining brightly, and it was warm on him. He turned to look down the mountain, and the misty city looked very sci-fi.

Some people vividly describe Chongshan as a three-dimensional city. If you stand in one place, if you don't get a glimpse of the panoramic view, you will never be able to guess whether you are standing on the first floor or the 30th floor.

The interchanges that meander between buildings cross the waists of high-rise buildings. When the sky is clear, the bus travels through the sun; when it is foggy, the bus flies in the clouds.

Finally, after spending nearly an hour, we successfully climbed the Nanshan Mountain.

In the off-season, many storefronts on the mountain are closed, and the ground is covered with a thin layer of fallen leaves. An uncle in a yellow scenic sanitation uniform is riding an electric car, cleaning up the fallen leaves along the way.

"Where to go first?"

My sister looked up at me and asked. I smiled and didn't respond to her. Instead, I took out a pink, a yellow, and two thermos cups from my backpack and handed them over.

"Drink some hot water and take a rest!"

After seeing the two take the thermos cup, I took a black thermos cup myself and drank some hot water.

It's like I dragged the two of them up along the way. Although it's not heavy, the two of them together are at least 170 to 80 pounds.

No matter how good I am, I am still tired.

After drinking water and taking a rest, we decided not to set a destination and just wandered aimlessly, wherever we went.

Sister had no opinion, neither did Qin Mengmeng, so we set off again.

There is no way, in the winter, it is on the mountain again. After staying for a long time, it will feel very cold. I still have to move, otherwise I am afraid that I will catch a cold.

Walking around, we accidentally wandered to the villa area of ​​Nanshan.