The Buddha Temple is not pure

The north wind was getting tighter and tighter, like a knife in its mouth, and it was cold and painful when it blew on people's faces.

The windows of Saoyuxuan have been in disrepair for a long time, and the north wind squeezed in through the gaps is like howling ghosts and wolves. Not to mention the noise, it also makes the house feel dry and cold in winter.

Ji Luoyu, who was lying on the bed, was breathing white heat. She curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, but she was still shaking uncontrollably. The mattress was as cold as a sheet of iron.

The tentative hand retracted, but she didn't find the person she was looking for, and she was the only one on the bed.

Only then did she open her eyes reluctantly, she didn't know how long she had slept for, and when she woke up, the seasons had changed.

Her whole body was sore and weak, her muscles and bones were about to fall apart, and it was difficult for her to even get out of bed. She leaned on the edge of the table and opened the window to breathe, but was staggered back by the strong gust of wind, so she obediently crawled to the closet to add two more clothes , still wearing Yue Weiyang's.

Sao Yuxuan was terribly silent, except for the sound of the wind.

She went back to the living room to look, and the fate policy was still scattered on the ground in a disorderly manner, no one tidied it up, and the sunlight coming through the window was the same as that day, clear but not clear, although she slept for a long time, it felt like time was frozen up.

When I came to Mengjue Temple, there was no movement. I walked all the way to Bodhi Garden, and only heard the sound of gurgling water coming from behind the temple.

Pushing open the door, and approaching Lingquan along the stone path, I felt something was wrong.

Lord Yawang appeared behind her with a wooden barrel, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yangyang, are you back?"

Ji Luoyu turned his head, and the two looked at each other, only to realize that they had recognized the wrong person. He restrained his joy, and said instead: "Wake up."

Ji Luoyu nodded, knowing who he recognized himself as, he asked casually, "Where is she?"

Yawangjun was picking up water from the spiritual spring with a bucket, when he heard her question, his hands paused: "Let's go."

"Have you gone to become a Buddha with the master?"

He nodded.

"How long have I slept?"

"Three or four days, I don't remember clearly."

It has been three or four days, and she hasn't come back for three or four days, no wonder the bedding is so cold.

Ya Wangjun rolled up his sleeves and said helplessly: "Since the master became a Buddha and went west, Longshou Peak has lost its spiritual veins, and the water in the spiritual spring has also become cold, and the former one is still frozen, so it cannot feed the surrounding people at all. Melons and fruits, not to mention these melons and fruits are planted by Yangyang against the season, it is even more difficult to live."

Ji Luo pre-tested his hand into the Lingquan, and it was really icy cold. It seems that it can no longer be called a Lingquan, but it is just a clear stream in the ordinary mountains.

"She used to cherish these melons and fruits very much, but she didn't care about them after she became a Buddha.

Lord Yawang disagreed: "What happened that day? How did you discover the dark room?"

"You also know about the dark room? You already knew that she was written by Dongdu, right?"

He rolled his eyes coldly and nodded.

Ji Luoyu smiled wryly: "It turns out that I am the only one who doesn't know, and all of you are hiding it from me. Is it interesting?"

He didn't respond, he had the same attitude as Yue Weiyang at that time.

"That night, I heard movement in the hall, thought it was her coming back, so I got up to look, but I didn't think that the hall was empty, the movement came from behind the wall, but I couldn't find it. Just as I was wondering about the door, someone just came out of it, guess who it is?" Her eyes were treacherous, and her previous innocence was no longer there.

Yawangjun smiled and said, "It's Yang Yang."

She shook her head: "Qi Xing, my fourth brother's confidant, although he is covered, I can still recognize him, what's more, at that time, fourth brother was standing in front of the side room door, I still can't forget, Zi The electricity came from the clouds, and the white light flashed on his face in an instant, how cold it was, fortunately... I was hiding behind the door at that time, and did not meet him face to face, until now I don't know how they found out dark room, but I got in through their open door."

Lord Yawang was surprised: "Sao Yuxuan entered a stranger?"

She chuckled: "Why were you absent for those two days?"

Only then did Lord Yawang remember that he hid in the cave for two days to write a letter of apology, but it was useless in the end, and he wasted time and failed to guard Sao Yuxuan. If he hadn't been negligent, Ji Xuan It was impossible for Jing to break in, and Ji Luoyu would not find out, and now thinking about it, he regrets it.

"it's all my fault."

Ji Luoyu shook his head: "No, it's her fault, she lied to me."

She was sitting on the edge of the Lingquan, and the hand holding Qingshi was suddenly clenched, turning white with biting hatred.

Yawang Jun smiled wryly: "That's right, she lied to you, but how did you lose anything? You didn't marry Duan Shiqing after all, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to change your fate against the sky, you have to pay a price."

"Change fate against the sky?" She sneered, "If you think too much, she won't offend Tianji Palace because of me. To her, I'm just a pawn to show favor to Tianji Palace. Sacrificing Hijin's life, in order to fulfill her duties as a writer, she also sacrificed Zikou's innocence, in order to anger me, and then use me to kill Xie Chengxiu, every step of the way is terrifying."

Lord Yawang wanted to explain that Xie Chengxiu's life should not be terminated, she was just worried that keeping his life would cause endless troubles, so she ended it early, but she swallowed the words, so what if she knew?It's just adding to the pain, Yangyang won't be back anyway.

"By the way, why didn't you become a Buddha with her?" Ji Luo was puzzled.

"You know, I've broken the rules and regulations a lot. I'm afraid I won't be able to become a Buddha in this life. Besides, what's so good about the Brahma world in the west? It's very boring. It's better to stay at Longshou Peak and take care of these melons and fruits." Actually Due to Yue Weiyang's entrustment, Ji Luoyu had to be taken care of.

Ji Luoyu said, "I'm afraid I can't accompany you anymore. I want to leave this place."

"Are you going down the mountain?"

"Go down the mountain, but don't go back to Dongdu."

"Then where are you going?"

She sighed softly: "For the past three or four days, I have had a long, long dream. I dreamed of a red-clothed white horse, clear water and yellow sand. I was walking in a square city. In the past eighteen lifetimes, I have never seen such a place, but I do not know why I dream of it frequently.”

"Frequently?"

"That's right, I remember when she rescued me from Juanxiangou, I was unconscious and had the same dream. I don't know if this dream is something I forgot before I became the evil concubine of the country. I think Go find this place."

"I'll accompany you."

She was surprised: "Aren't you going to take care of these melons and fruits?"

"Don't worry about melons and fruits. There are Jingtu and Xiaosi. If you get lost, it will be difficult. I seem to have heard of the place you mentioned. It is rumored that the Xiangzhi Kingdom near Tianzhu was once a yellow sand One piece, the city is square, the water is blue, and it is also the place where the master first enlightened."

"Is there such a coincidence?"

"Coincidence?" Jun Yawang lay on his back on the bluestone, chuckling, "Don't you ever suspect that there is an inevitable connection behind all the coincidences?" But nothing was revealed, she recalled it by herself.

"Then let's go, this place is not popular at all, I don't want to stay any longer." Especially seeing the messy dark room, remembering the quarrel with Yue Weiyang when they parted, it was heart-piercing.

Yawang-jun got up and looked in the direction of Sao Yuxuan: "I just don't know who the next Dongdu will write."

"Whoever he is is none of my business. I am already dead in the eyes of the world, and there is no plan for me here. I didn't have it before, and I won't have it in the future."

Lord Yawang nodded, anyway, there are still three years left, so let's go with her once, it's considered a pilgrimage, and magical powers are naturally useless, one step at a time is required.

In the old city of the Eastern Capital, whose paradise is it, whose holy land of healing?

After the flood, it was devastated. Hundreds of unclaimed carrion corpses piled up outside the city, and a yizhuang was piled up alive. Ji Luoyu's former seven-mile flower field has turned into a quagmire.

Ji Xuanzhen was dressed in filial piety, all dressed in plain onyx, looking at the unrecognizable Qili flower field, his eyes were full of disappointment.

A retainer came to report that the time had come and the old lady was about to go to the funeral. He turned his head and patted the man on the shoulder: "Find some people to erect the pear tree in front of the inn, maybe you can still live."

"Fourth master, Mr. Weng said, there is no need to keep Miss Yu's flower field."

After the death of his wife, Mr. Ji seemed to have lost his support. He had a glimmer of hope for Ji Luoyu's life and death, but now all of them have withered.

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "Father is old, so please ask me first about family matters."

"Yes."

Mrs. Ji's coffin stayed at home for seven days, and the funeral could only take place after the first seven days. But today, it happened that King Runing was ordered to enter the city to provide relief.

There are layers of plain white paper money on the street. Today this family is going to the funeral, and tomorrow the family is burying people. When there is no end, the mourning and joy of the Ji family are together, and the whole city looks at it. Many people who have been favored by the wife began to clean up spontaneously. the way.

Ji Yuanjin followed Weng Lao at the head of the team, with a sad expression on his face, and kept nodding to thank the villagers.

Ji Dingqiao, Ji Yunzhuo, and Ji Xuanzhen were sitting in front of the coffin, and their expressions were also extremely solemn. Suddenly, Ji Xuanzhen saw a figure in the crowd, with a light veil covering his face, just like him, all dressed in white.

During those seven days, even Mr. Zhu went to Ji's house to offer condolences, but Zhu Mengzhen didn't show up, and now she was crowded in the crowd, looking over here.

Ji Xuanzheng glanced at the older brothers, and also walked into the crowd. Zhu Mengzhen saw him coming, and retreated to the back alley beside the street, leading him over.

After finally meeting, the two did not exchange pleasantries. Zhu Mengzhen was only explaining: "There have been too many people seeing patients in Dong'an Hall in the past few days. I couldn't leave. I was ashamed that I couldn't go to burn incense in front of the old lady."

"I don't blame you. The deceased has passed away. You should treat and save the living more. It's just..." He hesitated for a while, unable to speak, but he had to say, "After my mother leaves, I will have to observe mourning for three years. I am afraid that the marriage contract promised to you will be delayed."

Zhu Mengzhen thought of it early, and only smiled lightly: "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

With guilt in his heart, Ji Xuanzhen stumbled and confessed: "You don't have to guard for me. If you change your mind in the past three years, I will retire and be fulfilled. No matter which son you like, I will help you. Du, I still have a little face, and I will let you get married in a good manner."

Zhu Mengzhen frowned: "What does the fourth master mean by this? Is it possible that you regret it?" After saying that, he sneered, "I knew that it's hard to be a good man when the body of a broken flower is ruined."

"You know that's not what I mean. I'm just afraid of delaying you. It would be best if you could wait for me."

Zhu Mengzhen sighed: "I said, I will wait for you, you are the only one in this life."

Ji Xuanzhen didn't expect her to be so straightforward, but was a little surprised, and said after a long time: "I have wronged you."

Zhu Mengzhen noticed that he was restless and wanted to calm him down, but he didn't know that the cause of his restlessness was not the old lady's new funeral, but Ji Luoyu's whereabouts. Feeling restless, he suddenly thought of the day when the medicine was collected in Shewang Ridge.

"By the way, at Snake King Ridge that night, did you notice that shrine?"

What Zhu Mengzhen waited for was his words: "Fourth master also saw it? The shrine is very weird. I was wondering if the big python entrenched on the top of the mountain all year round, might it be guarding the shrine."

He shook his head: "I don't know about this, but the things recorded on the shrine are quite novel, but it was dark and rainy that night, so I didn't see it clearly, but I always feel that the words 'Death and Tripping the Immortal Ditch' and 'Twelve Thunders' has something to do with Yu'er."

"I also find it strange that the words recorded on it seem to coincide with the recent fortunes of the Eastern Capital. First there was the plague of locusts, and then there was the flood. It seems that someone is manipulating it behind the scenes. Could it be that the Eastern Capital also has a writer?"

"I've also heard some rumors about the scribe, but they're all supernatural and unbelievable."

"That's right, then how do you explain the shrine?" Zhu Mengzhen said, "The Eastern Capital has outstanding people, dragons and tigers, and even a monk can become a Buddha. It's not surprising that there is a writer, but this writer seems to have a vicious heart. Speaking of which, Miss Yu didn't do anything harmful, so why did she take her life?"

Ji Xuanzhen was skeptical: "You said that the writer is really so magical that he can manipulate the fate of others?"

"Of course, with a life strategy in hand, it can turn clouds and rain."

"Ming Ce?" He remembered what he saw at the Yuxuan in Mengjue Temple that night, because the man in black came back and reported that he saw Yu'er up there, so he took Qi Xing for a trip, but there was nothing in the temple but The three monks had no one else, and when they were about to go back home, Qi Xing found a dark room, and people entered through the outer window, not the door.

While he was outside, he didn't go in. He just felt that the side room was suspicious. He went in and took a look. There was nothing of value, and there was no one there.

But after Qi Xing came out, he told him that there were many strategies hidden in that dark room. There were poems and paintings on them. The poems were incomprehensible, and the paintings were like graffiti. It is a miscellaneous book that only fortune tellers will study.

Could it be that there is really a writer sitting in Dongdu?

"If there is a writer, I'd like to ask him why he took Yu'er's life for no reason."

"To be honest." Zhu Mengzhen said worriedly, "I went to the Mengjue Temple on Longshou Peak to pray that day, and I did meet a girl. She was also the one who told me the news of the continuous heavy rain, because I heard what she said, so I went back to the city to report the news. False."

"Has she reported herself?"

Zhu Mengzhen's eyes flashed brightly, revealing deceitful calculations: "Yue Weiyang. How could there be an extra woman in the temple for no reason? She should be Dongdu writing."

The Mengjue Temple mentioned by Zhu Mengzhen, the darkroom discovered by Qi Xing, and, as Zi Kou mentioned, the woman in the mountains who had saved the girl, all of them were entangled with each other... He suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Zhu Mengzhen quickly rubbed his temples for him, and said in relief: "Fourth Lord, don't bother thinking about these unreal things. The most important thing is to send the old lady away safely. The funeral procession is already far away. Fourth Lord I guess I have to rush back to Yunshan by myself."

"I'm going right now."

What kind of existence is Mengjue Temple? Not only does it hide a living Buddha, but it also has a writer?

He has never believed in ghosts and gods, but Zhu Mengzhen's words are so clear and reasonable that people have to believe them. Besides, he has seen the words written on the shrine with his own eyes, so there is no room for him to doubt.

He originally thought that the so-called karma, the so-called gods who hold their heads up three feet, are all used to restrain people's hearts, so that people will feel awe, do less evil and do more good. There are really gods on the peak.

Simply incredible.

But no matter where she is, she can't take Yu'er's life for no reason. Twelve thunderbolts strike in Zhuanxiangou, leaving no one alive!What's the point?

He looked at Longshou Peak amidst the crowds of thousands of people, but he did not see the Buddha's light that day, leaving only clouds and mist for thousands of miles.

I secretly made up my mind to discuss a truth.

At this time, just as King Runing's troops entered the city, ostentatious tooth flags lined up in the east of the city gate. Suddenly, the people hurriedly retreated, and the officials hurriedly greeted them.

It was a big battle, he was blocked in the city, and he couldn't get out now.

The old general in golden armor sits on a tall horse, with gray beard and hair, but his heroic appearance remains the same as before. Chijiang's face and terrifying scars are full of traces of battles and killings... King Runing did win many battles in the early years. He has little military merits, but he handed over his military power when he became king. He is no longer the feared general he used to be. This time he came here for disaster relief, so there is no need to play his prestige.

But he insisted on doing so, his disdainful eyes swept over the officials kneeling in front of him, and his voice was like a bell:

"I heard that my son is dead?"