Grandma Liu and they were afraid of making a mistake, so they set off before dawn today, waited outside the city gate, and rushed to the city first, so it was not yet lunch time to arrive at Rongguo Mansion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Qing'er was begged by Sister Qiao to go to Liujiatun to pray for her mother, Qing'er also had a lot of incomprehensible things to ask her, and she was happy to avoid everyone talking, the two hit it off, and it was still early to see that it was still early, Sister Qiao dressed up as a little girl, and quietly slipped out of the house with Qing'er.

They usually take close care of those who enter the door, and as long as they don't have the swagger of big bags and small bags, they have always turned a blind eye, so naturally they won't have much trouble to check them.

The two went to the street and called a carriage and went straight to Liujiatun.

Wang Qing'er remembered that next to the mountain road in the countryside, there was a half-person tall land temple every ten or twenty miles.

It seems that he came to Jiafu once when he was a child, and he lived with Sister Qiao'er, so the two talked very well, Sister Qiao'er didn't have a close friend in the house, and she couldn't help but get close to Wang Qing'er when they met for the first time.

Before he could get out of the city gate, Wang Qing'er had already figured out the current situation of Rongguo Mansion, in a word, just like what was recorded in the Stone Record.

Wang Qinger began to wonder whether her "past life" was real, or a dream that was made up with a big brain.

Or, just like Jia Baoyu traveled to the too illusory realm, she also traveled in another "too illusory realm".

After going out of the city for more than 20 miles, Sister Qiao found that there was a splendid City God Temple on the hillside by the official road, and Wang Qinger racked her brains and did not find any memory about this City God Temple.

However, this is a complete lie of Grandma Liu, if you just find a land temple to worship, make a wish, I am really afraid that I will not be able to find the temple door when I wish in the future, the countryside depends on the land to eat, and the land temples enshrined are dotted.

The two girls entered the City God Temple, only to see a statue sitting in the smoke of cigarettes, worthy of being the Buddha of all living beings, with low eyebrows and a shallow smile, which made Qing'er feel very cordial, as if they had known each other in their previous lives.

Sister Qiao is quite old-fashioned to offer incense, kneel on the futon, fold her hands, and pray.

Such a solemn atmosphere infected Wang Qing'er, and she couldn't help but walk over, knelt on another futon, and was about to pray, but saw a lame Taoist figure turn out from behind the shrine, and at first glance, Wang Qing'er jumped up reflexively.

"You, you, why are you here?"

"Because you're here, donor. ”

"Oh, I know, it's your senior brother sitting on it, it's just, forgive me for being clumsy, I can't recognize it as a leper monk when the master wears a hat!"

Intuitively, I must have been tricked by these two guys, so I was unceremonious between my words.

The lame Taoist was stunned for a moment, and the monk on the throne blinked his eyes, and laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were cracked to the back of his ears.

"Senior brother, you lost. ”

"The six major monks are empty, what does it mean to win or lose?"

"You said that after this king benefactor experienced wealth, it must be difficult to adapt to the suffering of the common people, and when he saw you, he would cry bitterly and beg for guidance, but I didn't expect that people would treat my brother as dung. ”

"The heart is like a lotus, everything you see is as beautiful as a lotus, although the little woman's practice is limited, she can't see the lame feet of the Taoist brother and the hateful head of the gods as lotus flowers, but it is not to, ah......"

As Wang Qing'er spoke, she glanced at Sister Qiao'er, and saw that she was still praying with her eyes closed, but she seemed to be asleep.

There is no need to think about it, and it is already understood that all this is under the control of one monk.

Since you can't change everything, let it be and accept it calmly.

Qing'er smiled and asked, "What advice do the two masters have for this trip? Isn't it too cruel to send a full banquet to a Manchu and Han people who haven't tasted meat for ten years, but then withdraw the moment he picks up the chopsticks?"

"If the donor can think of this, he can be regarded as conscious. The lame Taoist didn't think it was disobedient, he sat cross-legged on the futon and picked his feet, and said with a light smile: "The stone record was originally a false village dialect, Hongchen or sad or bitter or wonderful, how do you know that it is not an illusion from desire, true is false, false is true, true and false, in the end, a billet of loess, everything is empty." ”

"I forgot, the repertoire of the two masters is "Okay Song", I understand that it is better to die than to live, glory and wealth are dependent on the carrier of life, and everything is gone when people die, am I right?"

"To live or to die is just a form of existence. ”

Wang Qing'er joked: "What people can't say is the best, but what they really have doesn't know how to cherish it, of course, except for the form of death, because I'm afraid no one wants to try the taste of death." ”

The monk on the throne suddenly asked, "If the old man grants you a wish, what does the donor want to get the most?"

Really? The monks don't say anything, so I will tell you to see if the spirit is not good: "I want to continue the life interrupted in my previous life, even if I can't renew my relationship with His Royal Highness Prince Heng, I want to see him safe and happy." ”

Wang Qing'er finally understood why people should cross the Nai He Bridge to drink Meng Po soup after death, because, reincarnated or reborn with the memories of their previous lives, but they can't re-embrace the people you once cared about the most in your previous life, and have things that you were once very familiar with, that kind of despair is undoubtedly a very painful thing for anyone.

"I'm afraid the donor's wish will not be able to be fulfilled. ”

"Aren't the two masters immortals? Could it be that the butterflies on the banks of the Spirit River are also deceitful?"

"The butterfly is also an illusion, it refers to the human mind, or the butterfly's wings are the carrier of desire. ”

"Is the master saying that my past life was just an illusion?"

"Donor, can you ask what the donor thinks is history?"

"I have read this question once, and its academic explanations are: 1. Recording and interpreting as a science of historical events in a series of human processes, 2. History, origin, 3. Past facts ......"

Wang Qing'er muttered, as if she had suddenly realized, and said with a wry smile: "History records that King Heng's generals in Qingzhou failed to suppress bandits, fell off a cliff on the way to break through, and sacrificed his life for the country. So, the story about Prince Heng and me is simply an illusion of my lust and greed, and even if I repeat it a hundred times, it will be a dream after all, right?"

"The donor is a big idea. ”

"So, is my real past life the grassroots Wang Qing'er of Liujiatun? Is the intersection between me and Rongguofu true or false? Shiji is just a novel, and the story can be rewritten, right?"

"Donor, about "The Story of the Stone", perhaps, it is what you call a documentary literary work, it does not belong to the official history, and it is different from the apocryphal story, the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, all is said here, and I hope the donor will forgive me. ”

Wang Qing'er wanted to ask again, but she saw that there was an emptiness in front of her, and in the dimness, her eyes were full of white butterflies fluttering, and in an instant, the City God Temple and a monk disappeared like butterflies.

Sister Qiao opened her eyes and found herself kneeling in the grass by the official road.

"Sister Qing'er, did you see anything strange just now?"

"Sister Qiao'er, aren't we in the City God Temple? You are still offering incense and praying, why did you open your eyes and all of them were gone, did I have a dream?"

"My mother's illness is probably not good. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, my aunt and grandmother are the most pity for the poor and the weak, naturally they are blessed and long-lived, and Ji people have their own natural appearance. ”

"Grandma said that your Bodhisattva here is the most effective, sure enough, unlike other places are clay sculptures, when I was a child, I saw the second wife chanting in the Buddha Hall, I often thought, that Bodhisattva relies on the fireworks of the Jia family, can he really manage the affairs ......of Jiafu? Oh, I forgot to tell you that Uncle Zhu is my second uncle's own brother, who died in the Mulan paddock incident. ”

"Sister Qiao'er, what do you want to say?"

Sister Qiao turned a deaf ear, and muttered to herself: "I didn't expect that there are really immortals in this world, and karma should be believed. ”

"Sister Qiao'er......"

"Sister Qing'er, look ......"

Wang Qing'er noticed that Sister Qiao was holding a bamboo stick in her palm, took it and looked at it carefully, and it read: "All birds come from the end of the world, and they all know and love this life." One from two to three people, crying to Jinling is more sad. ”

In an instant, his mind moved, and he deliberately pretended to be confused: "Sister Qiao'er, what are you talking about? It's like composing a poem." ”

Sister Qiao was silent, so she didn't say much, quietly took Sister Qiao'er's hand, and prepared to go down the mountain.

The young masters and ladies of Jiafu are all served by groups of slaves when they go out, and Sister Qiao'er went out privately this time, and she encountered something strange just now, so she was inevitably a little panicked, so she held Qing'er's hand tightly and showed great trust and dependence.

Wang Qing'er didn't know that she was originally one year older than Sister Qiao'er, and when she first met, Grandma Liu didn't dare to support her, so she asked her to call Sister Qiao'er her sister, she was half a head taller than Sister Qiao'er, and she was very calm and calm, so she couldn't help but look young and old.

"Sister Qing'er, just when I was praying, a holy monk suddenly came, he said, good causes plant good fruits, evil causes plant evil results, I am so worried about my mother's illness, because, because I am afraid that the woman named Brother Jin and her fiancé will find my mother to ask for her life......"

"Who is Brother Jin? What's wrong with your mother getting in their way?" Wang Qing'er pretended to be confused.

It seems that the story of Wang Xifeng's marriage between Brother Jin and the son of the garrison for 3,000 taels of silver is not apocryphal, but Wang Qinger knows that Wang Xifeng is not the object of random gossip.

"No, nothing, it's just a nightmare. ”

Obviously, Sister Qiao also realized that this matter was not trivial, and she couldn't just talk nonsense.

"Since it's a nightmare, forget it completely, don't tell your aunt. ”

"What my sister said is, I remember. ”

The two girls communicated in a low voice, and before they knew it, they came to the official road.

The coachman was anxiously looking at them on the side of the road, and it was almost dusk, and if they delayed for another hour, they would not be able to return to Ning Rong Street before dark.

Qing'er first helped Sister Qiao into the carriage, and then, she also got into the car on a stool, the two sat firmly, the coachman unhurriedly lowered the door curtain, and was about to drive back, but saw a young man rushing over recklessly, grabbing the wheel of the car with a big thorn.

"Catch the car, wait a minute, my mother is going to take the car. ”

"This big brother will call another car, my car has been chartered back and forth, and the guests are sitting in the car. ”

"Let them come down, my mother wants to take the car!"

"Hey, whose master is this, this is so unreasonable, how can there be a halfway to throw the employer on the road, besides, it's two girls. ”

"I don't care, my mother wants to take the car!"

"Why can't I understand people's words, I said that this car has been chartered back and forth, and the silver has been given, can it still be returned?

"Why not, my mother will give you silver!"

"You say it's done?"

"I said it was done!"

"How old are you?"

"My mother said that I am the second, my surname is Wang, I am the second child of the Wang family, and my name is Wang Erniu. ”

"Wang Erniu, if you are willing to change your name, I will let your mother take the car, are you willing?"

Looking at the tall young man, he pouted stupidly and said, "What good name will you take!"

Finally realized that this was a fool, and said with a smile: "The name I chose is good, so let's call you Wang Ba Dan, okay?"

"Wang Ba Dan is scolding, you are Wang Ba Dan, your whole family is Wang Ba Dan!"

Wang Qing'er and Sister Qiao both heard that the young man who stopped the car seemed to be a little demented, and they thought it was funny at first, but then they felt that the coachman teased people a little too much, but she was both girls who had not left the cabinet, especially Sister Qiao'er, a serious lady, who should not have gone out of the door, where to show up in front of a strange man, so he accosted him in the car and said: "This uncle, he is a brother who doesn't know anything, why are you bullying him? It is important to hurry up, if I go home late, my mother will be anxious." ”

This handlebar style is also a tricky master, just live in Yong'an Lane behind Ningrong Street, in previous years, I also watched the convoy of Jiafu to go to the temple to worship in the New Year, but I haven't seen Sister Qiao'er, I saw these two people from Jiafu, just two little girls who ran errands, ordinary may still have some scruples, this time I was amused by a fool, where was I willing to listen to her, I just wanted to make fun of that fool.

The coachman scolded with a smile: "Which little king baba lamb who popped out of the cracks, dare to play tricks on the uncle, why don't I beat you to kneel and beg for mercy, and you don't know how many eyes the prince has in Ma Wangye!"

The young man didn't know what to do, but he actually learned to say: "Why don't I beat you to kneel and beg for mercy, and you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

The handlebar style is in the prime of life, and he has practiced kung fu for a few days in his early years, although he is a little shorter than a fool, but he is strong and virtuous like an iron ride, where to put a fool in his eyes, and his scolding tone is extremely unkind, and he raised his horsewhip and waved it at the young man without a head or a brain.

"Bunny/cub, are you so impatient......"

"Don't hit people...... Wang Qing'er didn't finish speaking, only heard a "oops", someone flew over and fell on the side of the carriage. (To be continued.) )