The leaves are piled up, and the path is clean without a trace of dust.

Looking at the cleaned ground, Yuan Xihe asked: "Just let the little monks below do these jobs, Master Qingxuan is busy all over Japan, why do you have to do trivial things yourself?"

Qingxuan looked at her and smiled, "Then what does the donor think should be what a poor monk should do?

The eyes are like stars, the smile is clean and pure, and it is not stained by the chaos of the world.

His eyebrows are still dyed with a little morning light, like Ananda, the salvation of people crossing the bitter sea.

Ten years as a day, the poor monk has long been accustomed to such a life. Isn't this another way of meditating, where the mind is silent, free from uneasiness and fetters. Qing Xuan's voice was gentle, like the warm light of dawn.

Even when it comes to these profound truths, it will not make people feel offended. He said: "The Buddha does not emphasize immortality, immortality, feathering and ascending to immortals, but perception and nirvana. ”

Yuan Xihe was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then laughed: "Fang is my rudeness, I hope the master will not be surprised." ”

Shaking her head slowly, Qingxuan asked her: "Is the donor going to the Buddha Hall to copy the scriptures?"

For more than twenty days, he had been able to see her every morning.

Seeing that he knew himself, Yuan Xihe showed his face and smiled at him.

"During the period of mourning for the prince, the princess has been copying scriptures and reciting Buddha here, which shows that she is indeed a person with a heart. Qingxuan sighed.

For nearly a month, she insisted on eating and living with the monks in the temple.

After all, it was the golden branches and jade leaves in the palace, and no one thought that Yuan Xihe could endure it. As a result, she has always been quiet, not fussy and never in trouble.

The days of Putuo Temple are hard, she sleeps hard all night, and her appearance looks much thinner than when she first came.

Hearing this, Yuan Xihe's smile was a little bitter, but it seemed much more reluctant.

After a long pause, she asked him softly, "Master said that I am for the imperial brother, what if I am just for myself?"

In the past month, everyone has said that she is the most affectionate, and she has connected her with Yuan Mingjiang with her mouth and mouth.

She was tired of hearing such flattery, and she was only full of hatred for such lies.

They are all the same as her, and their mouths are not right.

Yuan Xihe hated to dig out what was under the surface and show them the facts—those were just wishful thinking they had put on her.

She was afraid that the gods would blame her for the disaster.

She copied the scriptures and recited the Buddha, and the person who wanted to cross was herself.

......

Time gradually passed, and there was an endless stream of people asking for signatures.

Believe in men and women, and people are like weaving.

Yuan Xihe frowned, his gaze falling into the distance.

If they knew that their actions were against the will of heaven, would they also be like her, spending their days in confusion and anxiety?

For example, as soon as she closes her eyes, she dreams of her brother's tragic death, and she can't sleep day and night, and when she opens her eyes, she is terrified that the next moment a group of guards will swarm her and take her to the prison for interrogation.

There are all kinds of things, how can she talk about it, and who do you dare to talk to?

Qingxuan didn't speak.

She looked into his eyes, looked at his expression, and said slowly with a desolate smile, "What?

didn't deny or admit it, his eyes were clear and calm: "It's the poor monk Yun Yiyun, who has made a judgment-"

Before the words were finished, the sound of the bell chime rang and echoed in the Putuo Mountains for a long time.

"Nothing. Yuan Xihe looked at the road he hadn't finished sweeping, and smiled apologetically: "Today is the time for me to delay you, and Master still has to give a lecture, so I will sweep the rest of the way." As she spoke, she reached out to get the broom.

Under the plain sleeves, a pair of hands are slender and boneless.

The broom for sweeping the floor is made of the young disciples who go to pick up dead wood in the back mountain on weekdays. The monks in the temple are all rough and thick-skinned, and they are not very particular. Tie it up well in three or two, and cut it directly with a knife where there are thorns.

Seeing her reach over, Qingxuan suddenly felt that the wood in his hand was a little stinging.

After a moment's hesitation, he tore a piece of cloth from an inconspicuous corner of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around where he held it, lest she accidentally puncture her hand.

After it was done, Qing Xuan handed her the broom: "Amitabha, then there is a labor giver." ”

Carefully acting Yuan Xihe saw it in her eyes, she took it, she didn't say anything, but there was a little more warmth in her eyes.

In fact, most of the road has been cleared, and there is not much left.

A short time later, as soon as she had piled up the remaining fallen leaves, she looked up and saw butterbur running towards her in a hurry.

Normally, at this time, Yuan Xihe had already begun to transcribe scriptures in the temple.

In the morning, after butterbur and citrus waited for her to get up, they went to the monk in charge to get the mattress together.

The climate of Putuo Mountain is much cooler than that of the mountain, especially at night. The meditation room was simple, and it was not the weather for the fire, so she had to give the futon to Yuan Xihe to make it thicker.

But when she returned with the bedding, she found that the room was empty and there was no one to be seen.

After looking around a few times and asking a few little monks, someone said that she had seen her on the path outside the Great Buddha Hall not long ago.

Looking for the direction she was pointing, she saw Yuan Xihe bending down and sweeping the floor from a distance.

Rushing to carry all the things that were sprinkled and swept into his hands, he saw that Yuan Xihe was still holding a strip of cloth in his hand.

"Princess, this thing slave also went to throw it for you?"

Pointing to the old white clothes on her hand, thinking that it would be useless to keep them, Butterbur poked her head over and asked.

Holding the things in his hand, Yuan Xihe subconsciously covered it, and his face returned to normal. "No, you just pack it up, and I'll go to the temple and transcribe the scriptures first. ”

"Oh. Can't help but glance at her hand, Hip Dong nodded and packed up his things and left.

A few days ago, Wei Li visited Yuan Xihe privately, and although she didn't recognize this person, she recognized his name.

From what Yuan Jiusi heard, Nie Rufan said that he was just a little close, and he should marry him. Now that I think about it, it's a big joke.

The man is handsome and dashing, and heroic.

Yuan Xihe sat on the stone bench behind the mountain and did not look at him, and listened to him casually.

He said there was an opportunity to help her stay.

The mountain here is steep, not far from the fenced cliff, on the edge of the cliff hanging a broken wooden bridge, fall down to break bones, from a distance to see the horror of the past.

Her mind wandered, and she listened to Wei Li's words in her ears, but she didn't show any tempting looks.

Wei Li thought that she was unwilling, and her volume couldn't help but be a little higher, and there was a look of urgency on her face. Yuan Xihe looked at the emotional young man in front of him and smiled faintly.

Obviously it was close at hand, but at this time, the mountains were like fog, faintly covering her smile, ethereal.

Wei Li couldn't see it really, he wanted to clear the fog and really touch her.

"Then Wei Shaoqing, Princess Rongben, think about it again. Yuan Xihe didn't have much patience to say perfunctory.

The letter was exaggerated, and it was vain that she thought it was a very important thing before she came, or that some great person would come. The result?

Standing up without hesitation, she walked towards her lodgings.

"The princess knows, once His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's mourning period is over, you will not have such good luck again. As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Xihe really turned around.

Seeing that she finally put ash on herself, Wei Li was secretly happy, and met her eyes that were as cruel as cold blades: "Wei Shaoqing, what kind of bastard is this, the princess of the emperor's death is grief-stricken." Shaoqing said that it was good luck, if such a big rebellion was heard by a third person——"

Wei Li also knew that he had lost his words, so he quickly shut up. This time she really left without looking back, but when she turned her back, a sneer appeared on Yuan Xihe's face, and the good people that Nie Rufan said were really unbelievable.

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Towards the end of the evening, Citrus sent another letter, which was not signed.

Sneering disdainfully, Yuan Xihe casually opened it and smiled when he saw the name in the lower left corner. Langhong is more anxious than her.

couldn't help but laugh out loud, and even there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Butterbur looked up at her secretly, and finally buried her head lower.

After a long time, Citrus finally spoke: "The person who sent the letter also said that if the princess is willing, please ask the princess-"

"You go back to him, and you don't see him. Leaning on the low table, Yuan Xihe interrupted leisurely.

Smiling meaningfully, she ordered Butterbur to strike the flints, and she carefully pinched the corners, lit the letters, and saw them turn to ashes in front of her.

The burnt ash was blown away by the wind blowing in from the window, and nothing left except the smell of smoke.

"Since he wants to do things in my name, he naturally has to show a little sincerity. Otherwise, why should this princess believe him?

"Yes, slave and maid will do it. "Citrus Senses and retreats out.

Only she and Chotson were left in the room.

Dusting off the ashes on his hands, Yuan Xihe was about to get up, and at a glance, he inadvertently saw the butterbur that was shrinking slightly. So I walked over to look at her slowly with some curiosity and some doubt.

"Are you scared?" Yuan Xihe's voice was just enough for two people to hear.

Her face was still gentle and harmless, she was wearing a plain white silk skirt, and she smiled lightly, like a fairy in the nine heavens.

Approaching step by step, looking at the person who was shaking like a sieve, Yuan Xihe felt funny, and asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"

Slowly, she accentuated her tone, leaned into her ear, and said word by word: "But the imperial brother was not killed by this princess, and the person who soaked his incense is obviously you." You're the one who kills people......"

"This princess is now worrying all day and night, and she is taking your sins for you. You know, I'm paying the debt for your life!" 166 Reading Network