The Buddha Temple is not pure

Regardless of the old abbot's obstruction, Ji Luoyu returned to the royal city with the wordless book.

Accompanied by the eldest prince, he has been deciphering the Cunsi Lu in his hand, and read many ancient books, but after many days, there is still no result.

Almost insane, she wakes up and goes to sleep for one thing, flipping through this book every day, wishing she could see a flower.

Mr. Yawang could think about it, took advantage of Hua'erhui and played wildly for a few days, even though he couldn't understand the language, he called friends and made friends and met a lot of people. He was not there eight times out of ten times, so he didn't know what he was up to.

After the Huaerhui ended, he followed Ji Luoyu to live in Wangcheng, drinking heavily every day, singing and singing every night, and he was almost ruined.

Ji Luo looked at the book in his hand, and when he was meditating, suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed in, rolling in tiny snowflakes, and it actually snowed.

Another winter.

She closed the window and ordered a charcoal fire to be born. She wanted to lie down on the desk and take a nap, but accidentally fell asleep.

The room was airtight, and the smell of charcoal was extremely strong. She almost fell asleep this time, and if it wasn't for someone rushing to save her thoughts in the dream, she might not be able to wake up.

When she woke up, her eyes were slightly wet, and she wanted to open the door and window, but she couldn't use any strength.

"Yangyang, Yangyang!"

The voice was extremely low, and the head was not very clear, calling someone who couldn't hear at all.

Ya Wangjun kicked open her door, wondering: "What's wrong?"

"I, can't stand up." Her head was dizzy, and she fell to the ground just as she was about to get up.

Lord Yawang had no choice but to help her onto the bed, and picked up the book that fell at her feet: "I'm still studying Cunsilu. After such a long time, have you found anything?"

She frowned and shook her head with difficulty.

"In my opinion, don't bother, this is simply a book without words."

"No, the stele of Datongming Temple has aspirations, so it can't be a lie."

"You want to know your past so much? Cunsilu is no better than Mengpo soup, but you have to drink it after crossing the Naihe bridge. This is voluntary. Since you made such a choice back then, you must definitely not want to remember it. Thinking about the past, but now trying everything possible to find it, isn't it tantamount to asking for trouble?"

She closed her eyes and said sadly, "It's raining heavily outside."

"It didn't rain, but it snowed."

"Is there a moon?"

Yawang Jun sneered: "It's really interesting to ask, is there sun when it rains?"

"I dreamed about her."

"Who?" She asked knowingly, and she never mentioned anyone else these days.

Ya Wangjun sighed, the daily pastime is just trying to be heartless, but she is lucky, she will mention Yue Weiyang every time they meet.

"I dreamed that it was raining heavily outside the window, as if a bell had rang in my ears, and my palm was protecting the flickering lights in the wind and rain. I fell in front of the desk and opened the book of thoughts, and she stood beside me, Wanting to snatch it away, I also withheld my pen."

Yawang Jun thought, listening to her description just now, it seemed that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

"Then you dreamed, did you write anything in the Record of Cunsi?" Ya Wangjun raised his eyebrows.

Ji Luoyu didn't want to talk to him, if he could dream about these things, he still need to guard the wordless book.

"Anyway, have a good rest, don't be dazed." After saying that, he flicked her forehead lightly with his fingers.

On a snowy night, overlooking the entire Xiangzhi Kingdom from Wangcheng, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if sprinkled with silver powder.

In order to resist the wind and sand, people here did not open the windows very much, so the scene was quite complete when the snow fell. Occasionally, the lights of a few houses were not turned off, and the bright fire light matched the snow scene, which made people feel warm.

She was wrapped in fur and sat on the edge of the city wall, rubbing her hands, waiting for the moon after the snow. In her eyes, only the moon was still the moon in her hometown.

As a result, the moon didn't arrive, and I had a fever the next day, and I curled up in bed sweating.

The national teacher sent medicine for Biao Concern, but the eldest prince was very vigilant and refused to take it. Fortunately, Jin Jin came with Nepeta and mint: "Just take the decoction and take it."

Yawangjun smiled and said, "Is it reliable?"

Jin Jin said with gestures: "The folk recipe that Auntie told me is definitely right. By the way, also, bring two raw eggs."

He was nagging, but Lord Yawang still complied.

After letting everyone go out, she wiped egg white on Ji Luoyu's feet, perhaps feeling cold on the soles of her feet, and then Ji Luoyu opened her heavy eyes.

"How did you come?"

Jin Jin smiled and said: "I, I have been here several times. Every time you closed the door to thank the guests or fell asleep. Fortunately, I caught you this time. Put egg white on the soles of your feet, and the fever quickly subsided."

"When you have a fever, your dreams will become clearer."

"What dream."

Ji Luoyu spoke one sentence at a time, but Jin Jin understood it: "Then do you still remember what was written in Cunsilu?"

She opened the memory record, but there was not a single word on it.

Jin Jin was surprised: "It shouldn't be, I remember that the stele of Datongming Temple did record all kinds of things about the waiter with the lantern and Cunsilu, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a wordless book, there must be something wrong .”

Ji Luoyu closed his eyes: "I've been researching for a long time, but I can't find a solution."

"But if you are really the reincarnation of the waiter with the lamp, why should you care about Cunsilu? There are records about the waiter with the lamp on the temple stele."

"That's not what I want, and I don't believe in that."

"You, I'm afraid it's because you think too much and your mind is disturbed, that's why you're sick."

She shook her head silently: "It is recorded on the temple stele that the waiter carrying the lamp was ordered in the face of danger, and voluntarily accepted the assignment of the golden pen envoy of the Tianji Palace, abandoning the old thoughts of the past, and went to the abyss, while the waiter who added incense followed the Venerable Yuejing to become a Buddha. Return to the Brahma world in the west, save all living beings, and create good fortune in all directions."

"That's right, Venerable Yuejing has indeed become a Buddha, and beside him is the attendant of Tianxiang."

Ji Luoyu sneered: "It's all bullshit! That happened a thousand years later. No one knows what happened, and no one recorded it, which shows that the historian's pen is not credible."

The first time I heard her being rude, Jin Jin was not used to it, and said with a smile: "Why? Don't think so much, you have a good rest, and I will come to see you another day."

When she rushed out, she bumped into Mr. Yawang, and almost spilled the medicine. Mr. Yawang didn't understand, so he came in and asked, "What's the matter? After all, someone came to see you, but you scared him away .”

"I'm just telling the truth. Is it raining?"

"Don't talk about the rain, the snow has stopped. It rained all night last night, but it just stopped this morning. Come, drink the medicine first."

Lord Yawang helped her sit up, and said: "The winter here is very dry, I'm afraid it will only snow and not rain."

She took a sip of the bitter soup and frowned: "Not to mention winter, it rarely rains in normal seasons."

"So, don't look forward to it, but it's also strange, knowing that there is little rain here, why do you always like to ask?"

She stretched her sleeves and wiped her mouth: "Every time I have that dream, I can always hear the sound of rain splashing in the sky. After waking up, my ears still can't be clean, so I ask. If you find it annoying, don't talk to me." That's it."

I really can't ignore it, Lord Yawang thought about it seriously, and said: "Your dream may not be completely groundless."

"What do you mean?"

"At first you told me that you always liked to dream about white horses in red clothes, and thought you were in a daze. When I came out with you, I didn't think too much about it, thinking that you just wanted to relax. In the end, we really found Xiang Zhiguo, there is Datongming Temple here, there are flowers that will go on tour with bright lights, everything about Venerable Yuejing, and your past and present lives, I have to believe that your dreams may be guiding you in the dark. Neither do you."

Ji Luoyu sneered: "Dreams are mysterious and mysterious things. It is impossible to say that they are guides, but I still think that without memory as a support, these dreams are too weird. Do you dream of things you have never experienced? ?”

"of course not."

"So, there may be someone else who guides me."

Lord Yawang smiled: "Anyway, the most important thing is to take good care of your body. When you recover from illness, I will take you to the wilderness to see the snow scene. When you get there, you will feel as if you have reached the end of the sky. You can see the vastness and boundlessness, just like the people in the Central Plains." The snow scene is different, how about we can bring two jugs of fine wine and drink three hundred cups against the wind?"

She nodded perfunctorily, adding up two jugs of fine wine, which was still not enough for three hundred cups, she rubbed her eyes suddenly, and said, "Why is it so dark, light a lamp for me before you leave, or I can't help falling asleep again. "

"It's dark in the room because you're sick, so it's not easy to open the window. You can sleep if you want to sleep. Besides, who gets up in the morning and lights up!"

As soon as the words fell, he sensed something was wrong.

Just at this time, a bell rang from Datongming Temple to Wangcheng, shaking him slightly, leaning against the door, his eyes full of horror.

Ji Luoyu was lying on the bed, saw that he looked abnormal, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

The room was really dark, so dark that Ji Luoyu could only see the whites of his eyes, those eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost, and she felt uncomfortable: "What's the matter?"

As everyone knows, her smile is also extremely terrifying in the eyes of Lord Yawang.

"Have you ever dreamed of the bells in the temple?"

She nodded: "Didn't I tell you, why did you ask me again?"

"Morning bells and evening drums, what you dreamed about was when you woke up in the morning, right?"

She nodded again.

"Since it's morning, why do you light the lamp?"

One word awakened the dreamer, and Ji Luoyu sat up abruptly: "Yes, although it was raining in the dream, the sky was not so dark, and it was morning, why should I light the lamp?" I can't figure it out.

"Crack!" Ya Wangjun clapped his hands suddenly, "By the way, the lamp! Do you remember what the lamp looked like in the dream?"

"It's the glazed lotus lantern she gave me, what's the problem?"

Yawang-jun was so excited that tears were about to fall: "It should be like this, that's right."

"what?"

"Cunsilu, what an important thing, if everyone can see the handwriting on it, wouldn't everyone know what happened back then? It's not that there are no words in the book, but that we didn't find the book to open. key."

"You mean, the handwriting on the book will only emerge under the glazed lotus lamp?"

"Not bad!"

"However, the lamp is not on me now, it is still in my father's and brother's place. After the heavy rain in Dongdu, I don't know what happened. What's more, the lamp needs Liuli Jinghuo to light it. She is gone. Where can we find Liuli Jinghuo? "

It's all problems.

Lord Yawang was immediately overwhelmed: "Anyway, we have to go back to Dongdu first, and find a way to borrow the fire after we find the lamp."

"That's all for now."

When the eldest prince heard that they were leaving, he rushed to see them off. To be honest, he didn't want Ji Luoyu to leave. In the past six months with Ji Luoyu, he seldom went to Datongming Temple to pay respects to the Buddha, and stayed in Wangcheng all day. , around this living Buddha, and now she suddenly said that she wanted to leave, feeling very reluctant to part with her.

The luggage prepared for her was also carried by six horses, which were reduced and reduced by Ji Luo in advance.

"Can I stay a few more days?"

Ji Luo hadn't fully recovered from her illness, and she coughed and wheezed before she spoke, but she still had to leave: "Your Highness, we've been bothering you for more than half a year, I'm really sorry, but now we have something important to do I'm going back, can I take this book with me?" After saying that, he shook his thoughts.

The eldest prince said: "This is the waiter's stuff, you don't need to ask me, it's just a pity, if you want to debate Zen with the waiter all night, you can't do it."

Ji Luoyu saluted and said with a smile: "It is my honor to discuss Buddhism with His Royal Highness, but I also advise Your Highness to spend more time on people's livelihood and society in the future, and spend less time on worshiping Buddha. How can the merits of incense in front of Buddha be compared with the blessing The merits and virtues of one side are compared, and finally, I wish His Highness an early success."

The eldest prince also bowed reverently, and said: "Thank you for your help, my disciple has been neglected for a long time, and I will devote more attention to the people's livelihood and society in the future. Please rest assured, my servant."

Ji Luoyu got on the horse with a smile, still wearing the same dress she had when she came here, as for the red dress she snatched from Xiangzhi Kingdom when she first came to Xiangzhi Kingdom, it was neatly folded last night and placed silently at Jin Jin's door forward.

"Would you like to say goodbye?" Lord Yawang asked.

"Forget it, I don't want to disturb too much."

Jin Jin poked his head out from the window on the second floor, watched her gallop away, frowned, and shouted loudly: "When will you come back, I will cut a dress for you and embroider your name on it!"

Ji Luoyu looked back, smiled, did not speak, and then left with a whip.

The horse's hoof stepped on it, and there were two sets of footprints on the snow. Jun Yawang rubbed his red ears and asked, "Why didn't you answer her."

"The girls here don't just cut clothes by themselves and give them away, not to mention she wants to embroider my name. How should I answer?"

"What does that matter, anyway, she is going to marry."

She took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you, she has no intention of getting married."

Lord Yawang was stunned: "Wow, you lied to me! You don't want the clothes, but I want them, hey..."

She curled her lips: "It's like it's because of you."

Although they were joking, the two of them couldn't hide the gloomy clouds between their brows, and they didn't know what was going on with Dongdu now.

Three years is enough to change a lot of things.

Yue Weiyang's merits are remembered by Ji Luoyu, and she is also going to become a Buddha now, but now it seems that she has no such intentions at all, and this is what Lord Yawang is most worried about.

"When you arrive in Dongdu, you go back to Mengjue Temple, and I will go to Ji's house for you to see if you can find that lamp."

Ji Luoyu chuckled: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to bear the ties of the mortal world, and it will be difficult for me to complete my merits and virtues?"

"That's right, but at the same time I'm also afraid that there will be another disturbance in the Eastern Capital. Can I not cause trouble when I go back this time? Promise me."

"I promise you." The tone was still perfunctory, and she couldn't control it anyway.

Yawangjun said with a smile: "In this way, I feel relieved."

If the east at this time is a pool of stagnant water, then Ji Luoyu is undoubtedly the stone that can stir up thousands of waves. Undercurrents are surging under it, there is no absolute calm, and everything is not as it seems on the surface.

Three years ago, Mrs. Ji left with tears in her eyes. Now, just after the filial piety period, Ji Boqian started talking about Ji Xuanzhen's marriage.

The father and son chatted again in the ancestral hall: "Father, why are you in a hurry, didn't you just find the eldest brother, the second brother, the third brother has disappeared, you should worry about my business first."

"Your eldest brother's wedding is on the twentieth year. I don't worry about it. Your second brother is busy all day long. Now is not the time to talk about marriage. As for your third brother... let him go, I don't want to worry about it. It's only you, I can rest assured that your matter is settled, besides, you and the holy lady agree with each other, maybe it was said by others three years ago, but now it's hard not to fulfill it."

Ji Xuanzhen said: "Of course, I also want to welcome her as soon as possible, but Dad, you counted this day for me..."

"What's the matter? The eighth day of the second month of spring is the time when the auspicious stars are shining. I asked several gentlemen to calculate it. I wanted you to marry your elder brother on the same day, but Mrs. Pei refused, and neither did the Zhu family." , That’s why it’s staggered, and you can’t arrange it in front of your elder brother, so you can only go on the eighth day of February.”

When spring comes, on February [-]th, Mo enters the ancestral hall and Mo becomes a family.

Ji Xuanzhen's head circled back and forth were those two sentences that Shi Fangxu gave him. Although he didn't really trust the word tester, he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Let's change the day."

Mr. Ji lost his patience: "What's the matter? You never care about these things. There will be no beginning of spring next year, but it's a widow's year. It's good to be able to pick an auspicious day. Don't push things around. If you miss February [-], you will have to wait." One year, you can afford to wait, can the holy lady wait?"

Ji Xuanzhen's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, it's all up to you, Dad."

Perhaps Mrs. Ji's death and Ji Luoyu's disappearance have dealt a great blow to Mr. Ji. In the past, he never urged marriage, but now he has to make plans, hoping to have a grandson in his lifetime.

But what he didn't know was that although the eighth day of February was an auspicious day, it was not an auspicious day for his Ji family.