Capital

Monk Yongxiu walked on the crowded streets, holding a rosary and passing by passers-by without squinting.

If someone has ever seen Young-so, they will be surprised at how much they have changed.

In the past, Yongxiu, no matter when and where you saw him, you would find that he was dressed in a fresh robe, without any dirt on his face, and even his mustache was shaved clean.

There is a kind of indifference of outsiders in talking and laughing, and there is a unique confidence in the people who have attained the Tao.

But now that he looked at the past, his delicate face showed a tiredness that could not be concealed, his rosy lips were now dry and pale, and there was an indelible vertical line at the center of his eyebrows due to excessive thought.

He forcibly divined his fortune and urged the magic weapon to send the Black Mountain Ancestor to reincarnate, and his vitality has been greatly damaged since then. After being in a coma for several months, then in bed for more than half a year, and in intermittent retreat for three years, he was able to walk the world as usual.

When the monk turned into an alley, suddenly, a red shadow flashed, and with the sound of "stabbing", there was another tear in the cuffs of his always neat monk's robe.

Yongxiu easily clasped the fox's neck with one hand, and then said, "The poor monk understands that the donor is resentful, but does the donor really want to commit the killing ring? If the mountain master is still there, he must not want to see ......it."

"How dare you mention him!" Lady Hu interrupted.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he speak, "This matter is the fault of the poor monk. 」

It is not known whether he meant the "matter" he had just mentioned the mountain lord when he was speaking, or something else.

The wrinkles at the center of his brow looked a little deeper.

The monk didn't care about the rip in his sleeve, he just walked forward in silence.

Hu Niangzi disappeared again, he knew that when she appeared next time, it would be another hidden murder, but he was used to it and didn't care about it. Because he knew that Hu Niangzi's skills could not pose a threat to him, he acquiesced to the other party's way of venting.

He looked up at the plaques hanging on the doors of the mansions on both sides of the alley, and stopped when he saw the word Cuifu.

The monk walked to the door and knocked on the brass ring on the door.

The porter opened half of the door, and saw a twenty-year-old monk standing outside the door. He was not surprised, and even asked with a smile, "The master is here to turn the fate?" Master wait a moment, the cook has not yet opened the stove, I will let them talk. 」

At this moment, there is still a moment before the time comes, the breakfast has passed, and the lunch is far from time, from the point of view of the hour, the monk is really embarrassed to come over at this time.

But instead of showing a hint of dissatisfaction, the porter looked kind, and did not despise the monk because of his torn sleeves.

It's a long story.

The whole capital knows that the two family members of their Cui Mansion are not in harmony, but the husband and wife are nothing more than the east wind pressing the west wind, and the west wind pressing the east wind, and with the new emperor ascending the throne, the family is completely up to the eldest grandmother.

Who made the saint call his aunt affectionately every time he saw the eldest grandmother?

Now Master Cui has been sick in bed for more than two years, and now he is just panting. The subordinates of the family see the wind and steer the rudder, and they have the right to have only one master in the family.

Back then, the grandmother of the Cui family gave birth to a son, but unfortunately the child was a dead baby. However, there are old people in the house who secretly say that even if the child survives, he will suffer, and there are rumors that it is an unsightly freak.

The child who didn't survive has since become a grandmother's heart disease. Now that the eldest grandmother is in charge of the house, of course she began to plan for this child, hoping to make up for it.

She first took the child's eight characters, went to the most prestigious temple in Beijing, and asked the master to recite the scriptures for him for 7749 days.

A baby like this, who was born without life, should not have been enshrined, but the grandmother insisted on building a small Buddhist hall at home, and even invited a bhikshuni from the temple to worship day and night.

Every year this child

On the birthday of the child, the grandmother donated food, clothing, and medicine to the Taoist temple on the outskirts of Beijing.

In this way, she still felt insufficient, and she said to the people in the house that if someone from outside the party came to Cui's house to make a fortune, as long as the other party was willing to sincerely recite a scripture for her poor child, there would be a good meal to serve.

The porter said to the monk outside, "Master go to the side room and sit down and rest for a while. 」

He welcomed Yongxiu in, and then turned around to order a young man who was waiting by him to go to the cook.

The monk stopped him and said, "The benefactor has misunderstood, the poor monk is not here to change fate. 」

The porter was a little puzzled, since it wasn't for the sake of fate, what was he here for?

In the past few years, Cui Fu has also met a few monks and Taoists who came to deceive the grandmother with the heart of the grandmother's mother, but the grandmother's method is not something that ordinary people can understand, and now those liars are probably still squatting in the prison.

He was vigilant, but his face was still amiable.

The porter smiled: "You have made me a little confused, I don't know what the master came to the Cui Mansion for?"

The monk raised his palm and said, "The benefactor brings a word to the mistress of your house. 」

"What?" said the porter curiously.

"Just say to her"

The monk said word by word, "Dare to ask Madame, do you remember the cause of death of the child who never died on the night of the full moon?"

After hearing this, the porter had already decided that this guy was another evil monk who wanted to come to the Cui family to deceive in the name of the young master of the Cui family.

He wanted to kick people out of the door, but he hesitated because of the word "cause of death" in the other person's mouth.

Regarding the cause of the death of this young master who failed to live, the house has always been secretive. Not to mention outsiders, even many servants who have served in the palace for many years only think that he did not grow well in his mother's womb, so he was not born alive.

Coincidentally, the porter is the son of this Cui Mansion, and he has heard the old man in the family vaguely mention a sentence or two, and it seems that there is something hidden here.

But where did the monk hear about it? Or was he just talking nonsense?

He hesitated, but decided to report it to his grandmother. However, before leaving, he asked others to keep an eye on the monk before leaving.

Monk Yongxiu slowly twisted the Buddhist beads, as if he hadn't noticed the wariness of others.

He's here just for an answer.

He wanted to know what had gone wrong with the method of destruction he had calculated.

Thinking of this, there was a cramping pain in his heart, and he skillfully recited the sutra to calm his good mood.

He was so confident in front of the Black Mountain Ancestor at the beginning, he really thought that the reincarnation must be foolproof, but one accident after another followed, which caught him off guard.

It was he who betrayed this hard-won trust and pushed the person who gave it into the bottomless abyss with his own hands.

Nearly two quarters of an hour later, the porter returned.

"Grandma wants to see you, come with me. The porter's tone of voice this time was not as affectionate as it had been at first.

The monk didn't care about his attitude and followed him towards the backyard.

The small Buddha hall is quiet, and now only the grandmother of the Cui family is inside.

The smell of sandalwood permeated all around, cutting off a small piece of pure land from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Qiaogu took a handkerchief, wiped the tablet, and stroked the name engraved on it with her fingertips.

A maid walked in from outside and whispered something in the grandmother's ear.

Qiao Gu put down her handkerchief and said, "Let the master in." 」

Monk Yongxiu walked into this fragrant Buddhist hall, and a fresh breeze was carried into the room by him.

After he came in, he didn't look at the Cui family's grandmother first, but looked at the tablet on the case, folded his hands and saluted.

Qiao Gu glanced at the monk coldly, and she said, "I thought it was an old man who came to visit, but now when I see it, I find that I think it's wrong, I should have never known you before, Master. 」

She knew that her husband regarded himself as a first-class Qing monk in Beijing, and in the past he had befriended some wandering monks, and even invited them to his home as honored guests, sometimes meeting to chant poems, and sometimes gathering to chant and meditate.

Later, her husband also got a lot of "magic medicine" from them, and she almost planted it on it. Although he was lucky enough to earn his life, he also lost the ability to reproduce children.

As soon as she heard the words brought to her ears by the porter, she immediately felt that these wandering monks were so bold that they dared to appear in front of her.

However, when I really met, I realized that she was thinking too much.

Monk Yongxiu looked at Qiaogu and said, "Madame doesn't recognize the poor monk, but the poor monk recognizes you. 」

Without waiting for Aunt Qiao's questioning, he continued, "The poor monk is here just to understand a confusion in his happiness, what happened when Madame and the child met on that full moon night?"

Qiaogu's complexion changed suddenly.

She had never told anyone about it, and she had seen her baby in a dream when she passed out during childbirth that day.

The dreamlike adventure was too vivid for her to forget, and to this day, every word she uttered that night was so clear that it hovered in her mind like a spell.

Sometimes she woke up in the night, and she couldn't help but wonder if if she hadn't pushed the boy far away that day, would he have survived?

Is...... Even if she was stupid, she admitted it.

With her staring at it above, and hiring a few skillful maids to take care of it, no matter how difficult the days are, can you still be sad for the ordinary people who eat chaff?

Once these thoughts were born, they spread like weeds in her heart, and she couldn't rest day and night.

She rebuked, "What nonsense are you talking about, monk!"

Seeing that she reacted so much, the monk was sure that she must still remember what happened in the illusion that night.

"Ma'am, what happened that night?"

Yongxiu pleaded, "He has a chance to survive. 」

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