As before, there was nothing unsatisfying about her request.

At the dawn of spring, the temple is full of good men and women who come and go.

Although Yuan Xihe had changed her clothes and lost a lot of pearls, some of the disciples who had greeted her outside the mountain at first still recognized her. Seeing that she was wearing regular clothes, she probably didn't want to be disturbed, so she didn't get alarmed, and everything was treated according to the usual etiquette.

With her on the same road, the flower note is a lot more relieved, at least there is a person in the line who can make an appointment with Yuan Jiusi, she should not dare to really make a fuss and run out of the temple.

There is aura in Putuo Mountain, three seasons such as spring and winter, such as jade, and everyone says that there is a god here to bless it.

It was still early, and there was morning mist in the distance. There was already a long queue in front of Putuo Temple.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, Yuan Jiusi quietly pulled Yuan Xihe to climb to the second floor of Lei Yin Pavilion.

Unlike the noisy hall, the attic is clean, and the futon tables and chairs are neatly placed.

The statue of Guanyin in the Lei Yin Pavilion is not large, and although it looks like a smiling face, it stares at the common people with compassion in its eyes.

Exquisitely crafted, meticulously chiseled.

The four walls are painted with intricate and heavy color pictures, and the ink is full of color.

The alcoves are dedicated to several gods she is not named.

Because the incense has never been cut off, there is a heavy smell of incense in the temple, which is immersed in the beams, pillars, tables and wood.

Yuan Jiusi was lying on the reddish-brown railing looking down at the person who knelt down and shook the lot.

Suddenly, the doorway was crowded, and then it automatically gave way. The people who entered the door were dressed in plain white clothes, and only a few tender green and yellow plum blossoms were simply embroidered on their heads, but there was a wind, and their skirts were fluttering and the clothes were blowing. The woman is also accompanied by a maid in a pink shirt, and she is also dressed elegantly.

The temperament is very good, Yuan Jiusi can't help but wonder what people look like. I was about to take a closer look, but I could hear a few discussions faintly overhead, many of which were sour.

"Is that Ji Liu'er?"

"I haven't heard of her believing in a bodhisattva before, what kind of wind blew her here from the Flower Pavilion?"

"Don't You Look Today"

"The Bodhisattva Buddha is tolerant, and everyone really crosses it"

"Is this the person from the Flower Pavilion?" Yuan Jiusi muttered to himself after hearing those words. Move a little further to avoid the railing that blocked the view, and you can see the woman's form.

Supporting the wind willows, the waist is full of unbearable grips, and the autumn pupils under the distant mountains are like folded stars.

Just revealing a pair of eyes, it hooks people's hearts, like the Nine Heavens Fairy coming from here.

"Sister Huang, look! There is a beauty! The name is well deserved!" Standing tall, the scene in the hall can be seen at a glance, Yuan Jiusi stared intently at the white-clothed beauty in the hall, while mysteriously reaching out and pulling Yuan Xihe's sleeve back.

"Wait for a while, there will be fewer people, let's go ask for one ourselves, I haven't played with that wooden bucket yet." Sister Huang, did you say that the signatures in it are all the same?"

It's just that the coarse cloth that was pulled was very hand-cut, and it was not at all what they were used to wearing.

Yuan Jiusi pinched it again, but he still felt that something was wrong, and turned around with a suspicious expression.

"Amitabha!' The color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. The same is true of what you want to do. (1) There is a true meaning in the Buddhist scriptures. ”

"Moreover, no matter whether you ask the immortals and ask the Buddha, you must pay attention to sincerity and spirituality. The sticks in the bucket have their own luck, and the donor is picking it, so isn't it choosing people? The man's words were correct and round, and his tone was clear and bright, as if he were preaching.

It's just that he opened his mouth suddenly, which is a bit scary.

"Poor monk Qingxuan, I have seen a few donors. ”

Yuan Jiusi was frightened by the loud voice. I fell under my feet and almost fell down the staircase.

In a hurry, she looked at Huajian and Yuan Xihe resentfully, but neither of them reminded her!

The sleek and somewhat reflective head always distracted her, and the three ring scars on her head were very round. After barely concentrating, Yuan Jiusi held back his anger: "When did you come out of this monk?!"

"It's just now. Qingxuan carefully pulled out the corner of her clothes that she was still holding in her hands, and her hand didn't touch her at all.

After pulling it out, I even had the heart to carefully smooth the folds on the head.

His eyes were very dark, washed by the teachings of the scriptures, and he did not see half of the earthly smoke and fire.

It's as clear as a stream, so you can see through it at a glance.

Qing Xuan's attitude of not being humble or arrogant made Yuan Jiusi's mood a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but hum quietly: "Your abbot will salute three points when he sees this son." Little monk, do you know who I am?"

"It's the benefactor. Qing Xuan held the rosary and folded his hands together, and said frankly.

He recognized himself as a woman? A sense of frustration arose.

Recently, he has been blocked so often that Yuan Jiusi has become accustomed to it.

It's just that she was choked, but she came back to her senses quickly, and she was thinking about how to refute it. Qing Xuan was one step ahead of her, and before she could speak, she took the lead in sternly scolding people, which was not negotiable: "I also hope that a few female donors will come downstairs, the second floor of Lei Yin Pavilion is a place for masters to cultivate." Miscellaneous people are not allowed to enter. ”

The "idle people" really displeased her, according to which she was a distinguished guest, but the monk had eyes and did not know Mount Tai. Yuan Jiusi wanted to struggle again, but before he could have a seizure, he was pulled down by Yuan Xihe.

Angry, before leaving, she did not forget to glare at the people demonstratively.

The flower note patted her chest happily behind her.

Seeing a group of people coming down from upstairs, everyone couldn't help but look over.

The woman in the costume is as gentle as water, like a hibiscus that is not stained with dust. Standing beside her, the young man in willow who was holding a green landscape folding fan was extremely amorous, but his heroic and simple outfit still couldn't hide the affection of the flowery face.

Seeing that the two of them were exquisitely dressed and there were several servants beside them, everyone said that it was another prince and lady of the noble family who came to ask for a signature.

Today, His Majesty the Emperor came to Putuo Mountain to worship the ancestors, which really attracted all kinds of gods and monsters to join in the fun.

When Ji Liu'er saw her, she couldn't help but say "Huh". The maid beside her immediately stepped forward, but was blocked by her.

Looking at Yuan Jiu silently through the crowd, he thought for a long time, and his lips were covered under the tulle with a shallow smile. Ji Liu'er walked slowly and bowed to her unexpectedly: "The slave family has seen Lang Gongzi." ”

The empty mountains are condensed and the clouds are not flowing, and the sound is like the yellow oriole in the empty valley, and it is graceful to listen.

The people watching the excitement next to him got goosebumps when they heard it. Secretly, she deserves to be the most popular sister in the Flower Pavilion. Just talking about this sound makes people's bones crisp off half of them, let alone anything else.

Then many men looked at Yuan Jiusi with a hint of envy, Lang Gongzi, can he be Miss Ji's guest in the curtain, and he is surnamed Lang, there will be such a family in the imperial city.

It is rumored that Lang Yuege can write poems at the age of ten, and if he is really talented, he needs a beautiful woman to match.

Even Yuan Xihe and a few people were stunned after hearing Ji Liu'er's words.

Yuan Jiusi was not stupid, and when she saw Ji Liu'er's eyes sweeping straight to the jade on her waist, she knew what was hidden in it. The texture and color of the jade jue are difficult to see, although there is no word engraved on it, but the pattern is simple and the style is rare. It's not surprising that there are common people who recognize it.

And Ji Liu'er recognized this piece of jade.

It's not that she's all soldiers. If Lang Yuege hadn't gone to that kind of place, how could Ji Liu'er know about him. And it seems that the friendship is not shallow.

Yuan Jiusi's heart suddenly became uncomfortable, and before she could clean it up, the warbler Yanyan outside actually came to the door by herself. The fingers holding the fan were already secretly white, and she was a little overwhelmed when she encountered such a situation for the first time.

Today's people really know that they can't sit still.

"What nonsense are you talking about!

"Flower note!" Yuan Xihe glanced at her lightly, blocking her words.

Yuan Xihe subconsciously looked at Yuan Jiusi, and saw that his sister was silent, and he also understood seven or eight in his heart.

The previous complaints were swept away, and now I am afraid that she will suffer a loss outside.

So he stepped forward and blocked her and Hua Jian in front of her, and he was not angry, and even smiled quite dignified and generous: "The girl is afraid that she has recognized the wrong person." My father has always been very strict with his family education, and my sister and brother have to make appointments with every word and deed, not to mention any dealings with women outside. The younger brother is still young, and the girl is really not afraid to scare him with such a joke. ”