The Buddha Temple is not pure

The cold star is like this, the wind is cool at night, the icicles on the eaves have melted, tick-tock, and the night is not quiet.

The screen window is as thin as cicada's wings, flickering like bean lights, and the figures at the desk are whirling, just like the Sao Yuxuan back then.

Ever since Zhu Mengzhen left Dong'an Hall, he has devoted all his energy to sorting out and writing the order. Because of cause and effect, there are thousands of threads, and the writer is really not a good job.

Every now and then, the owner came to ask for words, and the west came to ask for advice. She had a headache and locked herself in the attic without seeing anyone. If she had known what Tianji Palace meant, she wouldn't have had to plan painstakingly to force her to go up to Longshou Peak with great fanfare.

After sighing, she continued to work at her desk, not at all like the bride-to-be who was going to get married the day after tomorrow. She was already a mother, and without the throbbing of a girl, she was still calm. The tea was already half cold, and she called Furuo, but no one approached, so she opened the door and went out in desperation, only to see the chaos downstairs from afar.

A woman's cry startled the lonely spring night, Fu Ruo stood there, preventing the woman from going upstairs, but the voice seemed very familiar.

"Lan Yin?"

She leaned on the railing, looking at the person coming.

Lan Yin knelt down on her knees, weeping uncontrollably. When she looked up at her, her eyes were full of grievances: "Holy aunt, go and see my girl, I'm afraid it won't work."

As if a gong and drum had landed on her head, she turned around and staggered, almost falling: "The medicine I prescribed a few days ago..."

"The girl has been taking it, but it hasn't worked."

"How could it be? I visited her on the Lantern Festival, and she was fine."

"Miss, I don't want the saint to worry about it. I just held my breath that day and turned out all the rouge that I haven't used for many years. In fact, I don't look like a living person anymore." Lan Yin cried.

On the day of Shangyuan Festival, after she went to Snake King Ridge, in order to verify the truth of the words of the shrine, she specially went to Duan's house. It was not until she saw that Duan Shiqing lost the reincarnation mole on the end of his eyebrows that she seemed to have taken a reassurance. When asked about her reason for coming, Duan Linxiang's condition was unavoidable to cover it up, so I went to see Duan Linxiang, seeing that she was in good spirits, assuming that the previous medicine was stable, I never thought...

She went downstairs, bypassed Lan Yin, and ran towards Duan's house. Zhu's house was in the east and Duan's house was in the west. After traveling through more than half of the city, she arrived at the Duan family's Chuntang Garden.

The dry fallen leaves creaked under her feet, as dense as the sound was, she walked as fast as she could, and she was already sweating profusely when she saw someone.

Duan Linxiang was lying under the thick quilt, the quilt didn't even move at all, his face was ashen, his bones were erect, his sunken eye sockets were full of exhaustion and haggardness, the whole room was devoid of any vitality except for the flickering firelight .

She rolled her eyelids and took a look, then took a pulse again, her expression getting worse and worse.

"Holy aunt, how is my girl?"

She didn't answer, and took out a potion from her bosom with blinking eyes: "I brought Suanxi powder here, and it finally came in handy, but Suanxi powder can only strengthen the heart and pulse, and help her win the current breath. There is no way to eradicate the disease, if you want to survive, you can't rely on slow breathing."

"Then what should I do? Isn't my girl going to..."

"There is another way." She held Duan Linxiang's hand and said anxiously, "I have to go to Zhu's house first."

The hand was restless in her palm, Duan Linxiang woke up, in fact, he had already woken up just now, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

"Kangyao..."

Zhu Mengzhen listened to her, only to hear her breathless, and said with difficulty: "I know my illness, so don't bother me."

"What trouble do you say? Who do you think I am! Shangyuan Festival is still acting in front of me, looking at me with bad eyesight, I can't see who you are lying to!" .

Tears from the corners of her eyes trickled down the pinna into the pillow, and wet the geese flying together: "I think about it, death is not the end, but a relief. You are used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death. Send me away with your own hands. You will be punished in this life." The disease is entangled, and I can't have a good time, when it's coming, give me a good time."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Mengzhen pressed the Suxi powder into her mouth.

She coughed fiercely, her heart and lungs were burning hot, but her mouth was blocked by Zhu Mengzhen, which made her face flushed and tears streaming down her face.

"Be careful, Third Sister, Huanxisan is rare, and the price of one dose can be worth a thousand gold. If you cough it up so easily, wouldn't it be a disappointment to my hard work?"

Zhu Mengzhen stretched out her left hand, and Furuo understood, and hurriedly found some tea and handed it over, and she poured it for Duan Linxiang, and then she regained her calm.

Duan Linxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his hot throat, and said hoarsely: "Why waste it."

"On you, what kind of precious potion have I never used? Now it feels like a waste, it's too late! I will definitely fight for your life with Lord Yan, wait for me." After finishing speaking, he went out, ignoring Duan Linxiang's tugging Her skinny hands were so tight that it was difficult to break free.

After another hard work, she came to Zhu's house. Looking from outside the door, the flames of Zhuyuan Court lit up half of the sky. It seemed that she was not the only one who could not sleep tonight.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of knocking on the door startled the doorkeeper at night. The person reluctantly asked who came, and when he heard that it was a holy lady, he lost sleepiness and turned around to report to Fourth Master, but in the atrium, he met the forecast girl.

The pre-girl makeup is intact and her clothes are neat, as if she knows that someone is coming tonight.

Zi Kou followed behind with her eyelids hanging, she couldn't help complaining: "Girl, you don't sleep at night, are you just waiting for her?"

"I've seen Duan Linxiang's life strategy before, and I know that her time has come, and her life is not long. No medicine can save her, no matter how good her medical skills are. If she wants to survive, she has to change her life strategy. She and the three of the Duan family The girl has a deep friendship and will not sit idly by, so it is reasonable to come here in the dark night."

"But the holy aunt is the writer. She can change her fate at any time. Why did she come to us?"

"The fate set by the previous scribe officer cannot be changed by the successor scribe officer unless the former scribe officer's ink pen is used. Unable to determine life and death in front of you, the most painful thing in the world is probably this.”

Zi Kou said with a smile: "It's like the girl has the vermilion pen of the former writer. Although we have met that writer once, it's useless for her to come to us."

Standing in the atrium, Xue Sui Lan let the moonlight pour down, washing away the dirt of the secular world like spring water, and when viewed from a distance against the light, she is like a fairy, a god, and a Buddha.

After a long time of silence, she took out the pen from her sleeve: "I really have it, what a coincidence."

Zi Kou was dumbfounded, looked at the pen, then at her, looked back and forth, and said in surprise: "Girl, where did you get it? How did the holy lady know that you have this pen?"

"Only by holding this pen in her hand can she be considered to be in charge of the Eastern Capital, otherwise she can only plan her own world after the death of the living."

"Then we can't give it to her, or I'll go back to her and say, girl, you're asleep."

The corners of Xue Suilan's mouth were full of intriguing smiles, and his eyes were sharpened: "This pen is useless to me, why don't I give it to her? She made it all by herself, and she has no one to blame in the future." .”

"Why?" She was becoming more and more incomprehensible to the girl's thoughts, but she knew that there was nothing wrong with following the girl.

……

Zhu Mengzhen stopped at the shadow wall, looked at the man in the courtyard through the mountains, rocks and flowers, with such a demeanor, such a look, he was no longer like a pawn at the mercy of others.

She thought that as long as Yue Weiyang was defeated, no one would care about the past mistakes, and no one would turn up the dust in the past. As for Xue Suilan, she was just a cowardly and submissive girl who would only compromise in the face of adversity. That's right, but she never thought that now, that girl who can only be subdued has become her most troublesome problem.

"On the day the Duan family was hired, I came here to congratulate you, but I didn't see you." She came slowly, seemingly calm and relaxed, but her breathing was extremely unnatural.

Xue Suilan responded with a smile, with seven points of hypocrisy and three points of courtesy: "We are all a family, why should the fourth sister-in-law rush to congratulate, two days later, the wedding invitation will be delivered to the house, and it will not be too late to come to congratulate on the wedding day. "

She frowned: "The Duan family set the date on the eighth day of February, which is two days later, and the wedding date of my fourth master and I is also on the eighth day of February. Congratulations."

"That's right." Xue Suilan said with a smile, "I forgot that Aunt Sheng is a busy person. She always thinks about the lives and deaths of the people in the Eastern Capital. She can't even calculate the date of her own marriage before making a decision. It's a pity that it is changed now." It's too late."

"Why should I change it? Didn't the Duan family also set the date on the eighth day of February?"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Xue Suilan said, "After tomorrow, the holy lady will want to change the date, but she can't."

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't have time to play charades with you. I came all night to ask you to borrow something."

"What?"

"Yue Weiyang's vermilion pen!"

Xue Suilan said with a smile: "Holy aunt is worthy of being a holy aunt, she actually guessed that her vermilion pen is with me."

"Come on, Duan Shiqing's mind has changed so quickly, and the Duan family's betrothal gifts are as numerous as mountains and seas, so why is it so difficult to guess! I just ask you, will you give it or not?"

"I always want to know what you are going to do after borrowing this vermilion pen." She twirled the pen with her fingertips, and didn't seem to care much about the answer to the question.

"You want the vermilion pen for nothing more than Duan Shiqing's reincarnation mole. Now that your goal has been achieved, this vermilion pen is useless to you. Why don't you give it to me? I'm the pen-holder of Dongdu. Even if I use the former vermilion pen, it's for If you do good deeds to accumulate virtue, you won't harm anyone, how about it?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense, but the fate of human beings is caused by cause and effect. If you really change someone's life limit, aren't you afraid of doing it against the sky?"

It seems that Xue Suilan guessed her reason for coming, Zhu Mengzhen smiled wryly: "I have no choice, even if I go against the sky, that's all I can do."

"The holy aunt is indeed courageous, but it's a pity that there is no wine prepared in the mansion, otherwise she must drag the holy aunt to drink until dawn before giving up."

Before she finished speaking, Xue Suilan handed the pen to her, without embarrassment or deceit, she couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Even if there is wine, I can't be a company. Human life is at stake, and there is no delay." After saying this, he put away his pen, turned around and left.

"The girl gave it to her like this?" Zi Kou was annoyed.

She raised her head and looked at the sky. The cock crowed and the sky was about to dawn.

"Get married tomorrow, but Dongdu will change."

"What is the girl talking about?"

"Mengjue Temple, after getting the vermilion pen from the former writer officer, she no longer needs to make offerings to Hu Xian'er. To prevent the night from having more dreams, she will definitely remove the evil god from the Great Compassion Altar tonight. It shouldn't be difficult to catch it. "

"What do you mean? Who is supporting the fox fairy, holy lady? Girl, don't scare me."

"The Fox Fairy caused troubles and endangered the Eastern Capital. Pei, Duan, Ji, and Zhu's families suffered greatly from it. The innocent people were panic-stricken. They spared no effort in raising funds and donating money to eliminate the harm. What do you think they will do?"

"Naturally, all people are united and work together to eliminate harm."

"That's right, let's send a message."

"Ah?" Zi Kou was confused, she didn't know if it was the fox fairy raised by the holy aunt, the girl didn't answer her, she didn't dare to spread the word, she just said that she sent the message according to the girl's statement.

She was going to inform Fourth Master Xing, but Xue Suilan didn't stop her.

He is full of thoughts about whether he has finished the matter of explaining to Lord Yawang.

When she came to the ancestral hall, she respectfully lit a stick of incense: "Mother, my daughter is not filial, and I might wrong you."

Lord Yawang went up to Huiyun Mountain, carrying a sack in his hand and a hoe on his shoulder. He was not very particular about his clothes today, after all, he was here to do hard work.

He turned left and right, and finally found Mrs. Ji's tombstone in a lush and feng shui land.

It's very new. It seems that the masters of the Ji family place great emphasis on filial piety, and often come to pay homage to them during festivals, but today they may be offended.

Yawangjun clasped his hands in front of his chest, and murmured to himself: "I never thought that one day I would come to dig someone's ancestral grave. I am so utterly devoid of conscience. It is not my subjective will, but coercion. People are short-mouthed, soft-hearted, and there is always a price to pay for a New Year's Eve dinner. I only agreed to her because of my greed for food. If Mrs. Ji is alive, don't blame me, and don't make trouble for me. It was your daughter who asked me to do this, so if you strike with lightning, strike her first, okay?"

After praying, he spat on his left and right hands, and started working in a hurry.

Mrs. Ji is mine. The tomb was built by an expert Ji Xuanzhen back then. It looks no different from the tombs of ordinary people on the top, but there is a tomb hidden below. , Finally reached the door, but he had no intention of going in, but untied the sack, and two pangolins jumped out from inside.

The pangolins seemed to have no purpose, and they just circled around in place. They didn't start digging until Yawangjun whistled, and the wall they dug up supported the entire tomb.

Just like that, Mrs. Ji's tomb collapsed, and it looked like a big pit from the outside, and the coffin was already exposed to the sun.

Looking at his masterpiece, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Mrs. Ji, I haven't seen sunshine like this for a long time. Don't thank me, but thank your daughter if you want to."

Huiyun Mountain is full of ancestral graves, and many people go up the mountain to pay homage every day.

It was difficult not to discover this big hole, and finally, someone knocked on the door of Ji's house with the news.

Master Jin and fourth master were extremely furious when they heard about it.

"There was no thunder, no rain, how could a good tomb collapse?" Fourth Master was puzzled.

"That's right, I was fine when I went up to pay homage to him years ago." Master Jin said, "Can we find the gentleman who built the tomb back then?"

"It's not difficult. That's the person I was looking for back then, and he lived in Nancheng."

"You are getting married tomorrow. It may be unlucky for your mother's tomb to collapse. It must be repaired immediately, but I am worried that others may not be familiar with its internal structure. I should ask the gentleman from before to have a look. As for what Zikou just came to report... "

"Brother said Hu Fairy?"

"Yes, I have no shirking responsibility for this matter. After all, that evil god has done me a lot of harm and ruined my wedding, and I have to settle the score."

"Then please trouble brother, I will take people back to Yunshan now."

As soon as he stepped on the morning duck, he was stopped by Lord Jin again: "Don't forget that you will get married tomorrow, and there is no time to delay. After you leave, I will send someone to inform the third child, and he will come back tomorrow to supervise the work for you. Well, if you can't, you must pay attention to the time and come back as soon as possible."

"I know, I've brought all my happy clothes with me. I won't come back when I go down the mountain tomorrow morning. I'll change my clothes and go directly to pick up the relatives. I won't miss the time. Tell the people in the mansion that they don't have to wait for me to come back. The gongs and drums will remain the same, and the banquet will continue put."

"I will arrange it, and you must be careful."

Ji Xuanzhen nodded, raised his whip and urged the horse to leave.

After he left, Ji Yuanjin faintly realized that something was wrong. The wedding was imminent, the ancestral grave collapsed, and the fox fairy was going to be captured overnight to wipe out harm for the people.

Zi Kou's report has disappeared, I don't know if it's true or not, but since it's Yu'er's idea, I still have to go.

Xue Suilan is not stupid either. The messages sent to the Duan family, the brothers of the Zhu family and the Pei family were all in the name of Lord Jin. Hu Xian'er hates it to the extreme, so she will definitely go up the mountain as promised.

Within half a day, the streets and alleys of Dongdu were full of rumors. It seemed that the weather that had been cloudy for many days finally turned sunny, and people also saw hope.

"Is this news true?"

"It seems to be the idea of ​​Master Jin of the Ji family. I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, every family is ready to go out."

"It's true, Lord Jin's wedding was ruined by that evil god. I can swallow this breath. I must have been investigating secretly all the time, and only then did I have any clues."

A burly man in the wine shop put down his wine bowl and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter if he is real or not, he has to go up to the mountain tonight, if he can catch the fox fairy, he will make a lot of money, if not, it's not bad to join in the fun. "

"That's right, let's go up together tonight, no matter what kind of monster he is, he must obediently bow his head and surrender!"

When the voice fell to the ground, the whole room burst into laughter: "You have a serious tone. I heard that the fox fairy is very fierce. Don't swallow you bone to bone."

"Countless, don't go up if you're afraid."

The general quarreled endlessly, an old man coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Hu Xian'er is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the person who invites Hu Xian'er, that person must have ulterior motives, and it is really the scourge of our Eastern Capital."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

"That's right, that's right. I heard that the fox fairy must be fed with human blood for her appearance. What a cruel heart she must be to feed such a thing with her own blood."

"This kind of person, I'm afraid they will have no children and grandchildren."

"It's not easy to harm people. Cutting off children and grandchildren is light. We have to let her die without a whole body. Let's see who dares to make trouble in the future."

……

The situation in the Eastern Capital changed suddenly, success or failure depended on it.

Xue Suilan twisted the beads in her palm, her eyes were calm.