The Buddha Temple is not pure

Tung tree flowers are deeply lonely and resentful.

Gradually contain the distant sky, do not let the clouds disperse.

Sitting on the boy can't get used to it.

Yushan was broken before his heart fell.

Mr. Qi Wu watched them leave the imperial pavilion, his half-covered eyes were tired and tired, as if he had aged thousands of years the moment he turned around, and he had turned a living god into the appearance of thousands of years of dry bones.

On the way back, Ji Luoyu was full of guilt and felt that what he had said to Mr. Qiwu seemed to have hurt him. Mr. Yawang comforted him in turn: "You are right, I can give up everything in order to become a Buddha. Quit everything."

"What's so good about becoming a Buddha? You really never regretted it?"

Yawangjun shook his head.

No?Yue Weiyang doesn’t think so, by staying by the master’s side to help him complete his merits, he may be able to realize the Tao and become a Buddha. In this case, it’s fine for him to keep his own place and always be with the green lantern, why would he risk the world’s evil to help him to pre-empt Ji Luo’s rebellion? The sky changed fate, knowing that the Tianji Palace would not let it go, knowing that paper could not contain fire.

At first, Yue Weiyang didn't have any thoughts of going against the sky, and she also thought that her merits and virtues would be complete and ranked among the Buddhas, but she was still unwilling in the end. This reluctance was also due to Lord Yawang. When she hesitated, Lord Yawang gave her the answer.

If you don't really regret it, why don't you want to see others make the same mistakes?This is probably the reason why Lord Yawang helped her.

The phoenix feathers thrown by Mr. Qiwu can be adjusted to a group of birds. They are resolute and swift, much faster than Mr. Yawang's legs and feet. The birds fly by and disappear into the sky without looking back. Ji Luoyu is ecstatic Called: "Yangyang, look quickly, does it look like a magpie bridge?"

Yue Weiyang is not in such a good mood, Queqiao is waiting for a beloved man who is eager to see through, but who is waiting for them, it may be Shi Fangxu, or it may be the god of water, maybe it will be Po Jun, who will directly lead Thousands of troops came to finish her off.

Ji Luoyu suddenly took her hand: "Yangyang, what's wrong with you? I blame me for being unhappy. If it wasn't for saving me, you wouldn't go to grab the earth vein Zizhi, and you wouldn't be targeted by Tianji Palace. I am familiar with the place in the palace, the seven Xingjun are more careful than the other, so don't take it to heart."

Yue Weiyang sneered, how could the Tianji Palace target her because of Zizhi, a mere geography, and not because she changed people's lives against the sky without permission.

Lord Yawang suddenly had doubts in his heart, and whispered: "Yangyang, it's so strange, how could the news of stealing the Zizhi from the Earth Vein spread to Tianji Palace so quickly? Obviously, Lord Qiwu didn't intend to pursue it at first, so naturally he wouldn't sue. What imperial certificate."

"Do you know which three peaks are there in the three peaks and four valleys of the Eastern Capital?"

Lord Yawang didn't understand, so he snapped his fingers and said, "It's just Huiyun Mountain, Snake King Ridge, Hancui Peak, and Longshou Peak are the highest, but because they are located on the edge, they are not included in the list."

"You command a hundred beasts, have you ever been to Snake King Ridge?"

"No, it's rumored that there is a big red and black python on the Snake King Ridge. It's extremely ferocious. Why should I provoke it if I have nothing to do?"

"The Chilian Snake King has been entrenched on the mountain for thousands of years, just to protect one thing. This thing is so important that even I can't get close to it."

"what?"

"Sacred shrine! Wherever there is a writing officer, there must be a shrine. The writing officer records the merits and demerits of the people, and the shrine records the merits and demerits of the writing officer. Under the rule of Tianji Palace, there is no need for others to report what I have done."

"Isn't this an obvious arrangement of eyes and ears?"

Yue Weiyang nodded, but there was nothing she could do.

When we returned to Mengjue Temple, the sky was already getting brighter, and the master stayed up all night, and he was standing at the door waiting for them, his brows and eyes were full of anxiety.

"Master, what happened?"

"Do you remember the next Lantern Festival today?"

"remember."

"What about the altar?"

They never expected that going to Fengqiu would be delayed for such a long time, and there was no time to set up the altar!The Xiayuan Festival is at the end of October, the last day of the full moon, the day when the water officials relieved the calamity, and the palaces and scholars set up fasts and built sacrifices, either to relieve the calamity, or to recommend death, and there were also those who chanted scriptures while fasting.

The Master did it for her, holding fast and chanting scriptures, and she had to do it herself, but now it was obviously too late.

Today, the common people will prepare melons and fruits to pray for the water officials to bless the weather, and also to worship their ancestors. If there is no sacrifice to pass the message, then I'm sorry, the water official is gone, the water god is here, not to mention that there will be flooding in places with rivers and lakes, even if there is no place, the continuous heavy rain for a whole month is enough.

The raging autumn locusts will at most affect the harvest, and it will not reach the point where there is no harvest. The foundation of the eastern capital is deep, and the people will still be able to eat after two locust plagues. After all, the rice in the warehouse is not for nothing, but the autumn flood It's different, not to mention that the crops may be flooded, even the grain stored in the barn is not immune, and the heavy rain will either mold or rot.

However, the people in the eastern capital generally don’t worry much about storing food when they encounter autumn floods, because they have already drowned before being starved to death. No one can escape.

Yue Weiyang raised her head to look at the sky, she calculated that it was the time of day, but she didn't mean to be clear, there were no stars, and the sun was not visible, it was clearly covered with thick dark clouds, even the wind blowing against her face was full of salty rain spots, the situation was not good Wonderful.

"The water god came too fast." The master held up his palm, letting the raindrops hit his palm violently, "It seems that he came prepared."

Yue Weiyang explained: "When I went to Fengqiu, Lord Qiwu told me that Tianji Palace not only delivered a letter to Fengqiu, but also issued a decree to Yuan Zhuo, and the timing of Water God is probably considered good. After that, she knelt down, "Master, it's all my fault, and I'm willing to bear it all."

"No, it's my fault. Yang Yang is here to save me, senior brother, is there any way to save the current situation?"

The master clasped his hands together: "Go and see the one in the temple." Then he turned and left.

Ji Luoyu was about to ask, but was stopped by Yue Weiyang: "Don't force yourself, Master can't get involved too much, it seems that someone came to the temple."

Yawang-jun stretched his nose and sniffed it: "It has a strong medicinal fragrance and the smell of candied sweet fruit. If there is no accident, it should be Zhu Mengzhen."

On the next Yuan Festival, Zhu Mengzhen came to see Xiaosi.

She brought a basket full of snacks, all made by herself, such as peach cakes, pumpkin cakes, honey three knives, and warm lotus seed porridge. When the glazed porcelain bowl was handed to Xiao Si, Xiao Si dared not take it.

The temple has temple rules. The offerings brought by pilgrims cannot be moved casually. They can only be eaten after offering sacrifices to the Buddhas of heaven and earth, and they cannot be eaten in front of pilgrims. Jinghuai and Jingtu have not been touched, but Xiaosi is young. Jing Huai also allowed him to avoid so many taboos, the only thing is that he should not be in front of pilgrims.

He held the door frame with his small hands, tilted his head a little bit coyly, swallowed and dared not say he wanted to eat: "Benefactor, today is the Xiayuan Festival, if you don't respect the ancestors and water officials first, this thing... I, I can't touch it." of."

"Although today is the Lantern Festival, I didn't intend to burn incense and worship Buddha when I came up the mountain. I brought these things specially for you. Don't you love these things the most? I made them myself. Just don't think they are too bad."

"How can it be unpalatable, it smells very sweet, but, but..."

"Zhu Mengzhen!" Yue Weiyang stepped into the Buddhist hall, staring at her with a piercing chill, "Although I don't want to trouble you, there is no other way now."

Zhu Mengzhen looked at her in amazement, like seeing a ghost. How could there be an extra woman in the temple in the blue sky and white sun for no reason, and she called her name with her mouth open. I have never seen such a person in the Eastern Capital. Looking at her clothes Her dress is different from that of the girl at the bottom of the mountain. Could it be that she is the legendary mountain ghost?

Seeing Yue Weiyang, Xiaosi rushed forward: "Yueyue Niang, where have you been before, you are not in the Yuxuan, let Xiaosi find it easier."

Yue Yue Niang?She got up from the cattail mat and asked, "Who is the girl, how do you know my name?"

Yue Weiyang packed the food box, put the lotus seed porridge in it, and handed it to Xiaosi: "Hey, go back to your room and eat."

Xiao Si hesitated, looked up and bumped into Yue Weiyang's cold eyes, so frightened that he hurriedly slipped out with the food box, before leaving, he glanced at Zhu Mengzhen reassuringly, this benefactor was afraid that he would suffer disaster.

"Have you confessed your identity to him?" Yue Weiyang asked suddenly, Zhu Mengzhen was at a loss.

"Four years ago, you left the baby who was waiting to be fed and turned away. Did you ever think of the situation where mother and child meet today but don't know each other?"

"How do you know?" Zhu Mengzhen just saw Xiao Si's intimate attitude towards her, and couldn't help speculating, "Could it be that you saved my child at that time?"

Yue Weiyang turned and sat down without saying a word. Zhu Mengzhen smiled gratifiedly and bowed deeply: "No matter what the girl's status is, I thank you for your kindness in nurturing Xiao Si over the years. Although my Zhu family is not a rich family He is a big family, but he has great prestige in Dongdu, no matter what the girl asks, I will do my best to meet it."

Yue Weiyang smiled lightly, her eyes flicked back and forth from the corner of her eyes: "Did you see the sky outside, the Eastern Capital is about to be flooded, I want you to report to the villagers and let them pack their things and go up the mountain to escape."

Zhu Mengzhen thought she was joking: "Girl, although it's raining heavily at this time, it doesn't last long, and it will clear up in an hour at most. Besides, the flood season has already passed, and the two rivers will not swell. How could they be flooded?" What about Dongdu?"

Yue Weiyang shook her head: "I know you don't believe it, so let me ask you again, do you believe in past and present lives?"

"No, I only recognize birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Then have you heard of the scribe?"

The sky was gloomy, the rain was loud outside, and thunder flashed from time to time, reflecting in her glass-colored eyes flickering, moody and angry.

"The writer?" Zhu Mengzhen returned to his senses and thought for a while, "I heard that the old man in the city mentioned one or two things. It seems that he is a fairy who is in charge of a party's life and death. It's just nonsense. What do you ask me for?"

"Nonsense? I'm so sorry to make you laugh. I'm the writer of Dongdu City." As she spoke, she took out the life policy from her bosom and turned to Zhu Mengzhen's page, "You have a destiny, It stands to reason that you should leave a reincarnation mole when you reincarnate, but Mr. Lian Zhenxing protects you, so I only leave a note for you in the album without photo. If you want to recall your past life memories, my ink pen will not work. Tore up the page of your life policy, and turned it into ashes with Liuli Jinghuo, but if I really do this, your lifespan will no longer be limited, unless you commit suicide, otherwise you can only live forever, what do you want?"

Even at this moment, she still feels that Yue Weiyang is joking with her.

She laughed up and down: "Girl, I don't know what you mean. You came here to talk about longevity with me. I am a doctor. The villagers respect me and treat me as a saint. I don't think there is anyone in Dongdu City who is better than me." It can even control people's life and death, and talk about immortality, if it is really immortal, then I can't wish for it, and I believe everyone in the world can't wish for it."

It has become a habit to look, hear, and ask, if it wasn't for Yue Weiyang's deep thinking and clear eyes, I really want to go up and check her veins to see if this person is suffering from some kind of madness.

Yue Weiyang sneered slightly: "Not everyone in this world wants to live forever. Let me remind you that gods abolish themselves, fall into samsara forever, and people commit suicide. There is no samsara. If you die, you will lose your soul. I will fulfill you."

She was noncommittal, still indifferent, and made a "please" gesture with her backhand, as if to say: whatever you want.

Yue Weiyang didn't bother to talk nonsense, and tore off Zhu Mengzhen's fate poem casually. With a slight mistake in her fingertips, a cluster of pure and clear fireworks lit up and devoured the yellowed paper. There is a poem, and there is a picture below, which is simple and clear.

A woman with loose clothes collapsed on the ground, her whole body was on fire, and her ferociousness and despair could be felt. Behind her was a closed door with the word "Duanfu" written on it.

Thinking of Duan Shiqing, she couldn't help shivering, and the moment she backed away, she felt pain and numbness all over her body, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on her body at the same time, her headache was splitting, her thoughts were out of control, and there were so many strange things. The strange faces of the people came into my mind, they said words they didn't understand, and the scene in sight became more and more blurred: when I looked at Yue Weiyang, I saw her covered in blood, holding a scarlet long sword standing in front of her. On the river state where tens of thousands of corpses are floating.

The screams spread into Sao Yuxuan, and Ji Luoyu, who was fighting Yawangjun, was dumbfounded. Was it Zhu Mengzhen who was screaming?Yang Yang clearly said that he was just talking to her.

She wanted to go with her, but Lord Yawang saw Yue Weiyang going out with a life plan, so she must have revealed Zhu Mengzhen's card. Although she was a bit arbitrary, she could only let her go. Of course, Ji Luoyu couldn't be there. , so he stopped her, but he didn't expect Yue Weiyang to move so fast.

Leaning on the vermilion gate of the Buddhist hall, Zhu Mengzhen's canthus was completely cracked, and there were still cold tears in the corners of her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, and for the rest of her life, thunder struck one by one, and her consciousness gradually became clear. Turns out it wasn't a nightmare.

She recalled her own past, how she listened to the teachings under Nuwa, how she helped the king to dance wildly in the wine pool and meat forest, how she was ordered to help the Yuheng Pavilion, how she changed the fate of the heavenly oracle and wrongly pointed at others, how she watched Yue Weiyang kill her. In Tianji Palace, how to kneel down at Lian Zhen's knees and beg him to forgive him, how to reincarnate into this body.

Pile by piece, clear and clear.

She laughed wildly, panting and coughing until she stopped. When she looked back at Yue Weiyang, her color was still so clean, which was quite different from her memory: "You are still alive, why didn't Pojun take your life!"

"I've let you down, Tianji Roulette won't let me die, and Po Jun can't do anything about it."

"Tianji Roulette? Impossible. You smashed the Yuheng Pavilion and buried so many lives on the Yinhe Falling Sky Weir. The crime is serious. Why did Tianji Roulette let you go?"

"I'd like to ask you why the oracle was passed on falsely, cheated the envoy of the golden pen, and changed the fate of others. You are the cause and I am the effect. Naturally, Tianji Roulette will not settle accounts with me. Of course, so many people's lives It was planted in my hands, I really have to pay a price, that's why I have been a writer in Dongdu for a thousand years, I really regret it when I think about it, if I knew at that time that you did it, then I would directly kill you The head saves trouble, and saves so many soldiers from being buried with them."

"So you tore up my life strategy today? No, I'm already a walking corpse in your pen. You can kill me with just a stroke of your pen. Why do you have to go through so much trouble?"

Yue Weiyang smiled sweetly: "If I finish you with a cinnabar pen, you can only die physically, not your soul. After this life, your soul will return to the ninth level. It can be regarded as paying off your sins, and you will still be immortal and be honored and favored." If not, that is not the result I want.”

"In the end what you want?"

Yue Weiyang leaned against her ear, her elegant voice was full of bone-thirsty threats: "Do you still remember Xue Suilan?"

A thunder flashed, and the expressions of the two of them were unpredictable.

"In the previous life, you took her away from me and let her block the robbery for you. It was like a Li Daitao. You have been at ease for thousands of years. You have never experienced fighting in the world of mortals in the eighteenth life, but you should also taste the feeling of not being loved. tasted."

Zhu Mengzhen sneered: "Duan Shiqing is Yu Liuqing, right? Ji Luoyu is Xue Suilan. Aren't you the writing officer? Why can't you save Ji Luoyu's life?"

Seeing that Yue Weiyang didn't speak, he said again, "Duan Shiqing's calamity must have been arranged by you, right? That brothel girl's plan was so clumsy that he stumbled. It turned out that I was interested in him because I was blind before. Drive him away." After getting that woman to commit himself to him, Xiaosi was born, but you planned it long ago. Four years later, you deliberately released my prayer card in Mengjue Temple in order to make him despise me. "

Yue Weiyang nodded: "That's right, that's right, what else have you realized?"

"Yu Liuqing owes Xue Suilan half a lifetime of marriage, you use me to create good opportunities for the two of them, wonderful, this is what I owe them, I admit it, but since Duan Shiqing retired, I have seen clearly that he is ruthless I don't have the slightest thought for him, and as for the pain of not being loved, I'm afraid it's hard for me to understand."

Yue Weiyang turned her back, hiding a meaningful smile: "Don't worry, let's wait and see, anyway, your life will be very, very long."

Zhu Mengzhen stood up, dusted off the dust on her clothes, and regained her dignified expression, she sighed slightly, and said: "My fate plan has been ruined, you can't arrange it later, and it's nothing to live forever I’m afraid, at worst, it’s better for me to be a loose fairy in the world than a walking corpse in your writing.”

"Enlightened." Yue Weiyang clapped her hands and laughed, "But I still need to trouble you, go back and report to the village that the autumn flood is approaching and the heavy rain will not stop, let them make plans early."

"Could it be because our writing officer didn't set up an altar on the Xiayuan Festival, so he pushed away the water officer and invited the water god?" He looked gloating.

Yue Weiyang was silent.

"You are honest, but why should I help you?"

"You don't have to help, as long as you feel that you are worthy of the title of 'Saint', or you think your life is too long, you can create more karmic debts and clean up later."

Zhu Mengzhen rolled her eyes and looked at the heavy rain under the eaves like a bead curtain. She didn't plan to borrow an umbrella, nor did she plan to take shelter from the rain, because she knew that if it didn't rain on the Lantern Festival, it would be fine. Once it rained, it would last for a whole month. Fifteen, there will be no time to stop.

The poor man is dressed in white, and he is about to sink into the mud again.

Hearing the sound of rain rushing beside her ear, she suddenly thought of something, she turned around and asked: "First, autumn locust, then autumn waterlogging, you can't just offend the water officer, right? Yue Weiyang, what have you done. "

"Guess." She smiled confidently.

Zhu Mengzhen, however, had a clear understanding of the fire, and at the moment she quietly closed the rich door, she said quietly: "There is a ghost."