690 Gifts

After the people of the Liu family left, Feng Qiao couldn't help but chuckle when she thought back to the glance Liu Zheng had seen her before leaving.

Who said that Liu Zheng was not suspicious, if he really did not have doubts, what was the yin owl between his eyebrows.

Liu Xiangcheng is self-assured and smart, but he let go of Liu Shen's father and daughter, he holds everything under control, but he only misses people's hearts.

Even if it's a father and son, a brother, a loved one.

Together, the heart of suspicion will never go back to the past.

"Miss, the people of the Liu family have left, what should we do next?" asked Lingyue.

Feng Qiao smiled: "Of course I'm back in Beijing." ”

Lingyue nodded and went back to pack her things and prepare to go down the mountain, and the dark lin outside walked in quickly.

"Miss, I've sent a message from Kyocaka. ”

"Who's?"

Dark Lin spoke: "Miss Liu and King Xiang, Miss Liu said that Liu Shen wanted to see the second master before leaving Beijing, and as for King Xiang, he wanted to ask you to get together in Furong in three days." ”

"King Xiang?"

Feng Qiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, Xiao Minyuan had a deep grudge against her.

After the incident of Lin'an, Xiao Minyuan hated her and gritted his teeth, I heard that he had said more than once that she was a femme fatale, and then his father gained power, Xiao Minyuan couldn't help them, and tried to show favor to them, but after she and her father didn't accept it, Xiao Minyuan directly broke off his thoughts.

In the past few years, he has been looking for them a lot of stumbling blocks, what are you looking for her to do now?

Feng Qiao glanced at the post handed over by Darklin, glanced at the words on it, and then threw it back to Darklin, and said lightly: "When I returned to Xiao Minyuan, I said I couldn't see it." ”

She is not stupid, no matter why Xiao Minyuan is looking for her, it will not be a good thing after all.

At present, the Liu family is shaken, and the eldest prince is in danger of overturning, at this time, if he goes to see Xiao Minyuan, if he falls in the eyes of someone with a heart, it will inevitably be in vain.

"What about Liu Shen?"

"Liu Shen, wait for me to return to Beijing, ask my father. ”

As soon as the people of the Liu family left with their front feet, Feng Qiao's back feet were also ready to leave Jiyun Temple and go down the mountain.

The little monk was not very old, and when he stood in the sun, his shaved head was shiny, and his teeth were snow-white when he spoke.

"Little Master, what's wrong?" Lingyue squatted on the wheel.

The little monk glanced at the car, a serious book: "Master asked me to send these scriptures to Master Feng, hoping that she can read them in her spare time." ”

Feng Qiao leaned against the car window, slightly surprised when he heard the words, and asked Lingyue to take the scriptures back, the top one was the "Ten Good Karma Tao Sutras", and flipped through them at random, and when he saw the names of the thick stack of Buddhist scriptures clearly, Feng Qiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She climbed the window of the car and stretched her head outwards to look inside the temple, and saw Watariyan standing on the stone steps inside, wearing a vermilion robe, looking at this side.

Feng Qiao raised the Buddhist scriptures in his hand towards the little monk and laughed: "I said little monk, your master treats me as a wicked person who needs to be purdue, so many scriptures, is it possible that you want me to become a monk and a bhikshuni?"

The little monk clasped his hands together: "Master said that the heart is to the Buddha, and at home is a monk." ”

Feng Qiao looked at him with a smile when he heard this, his face was more delicate than a flower.

The little monk originally explained to her seriously, but slowly the roots of his ears were red by those beautiful eyes, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Master said that he is not admonishing the donor, but just hopes that the Feng donor can uphold his own nature, and there is always a reincarnation of good and evil retribution. ”

Feng Qiao chuckled lightly after listening to the little monk's words: "I know, go back and tell your master, I will recite these scriptures alive." ”

Only then did the little monk turn sideways and get out of the way, and after the carriage left, the little monk tiptoed, always feeling that the Feng Shizhu just now was too good-looking, more dazzling than the hibiscus flowers raised by the master.

He hurriedly clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha in his heart a few times, and then trotted back to Dushan's side.

The little monk tilted his head: "Master, why did you give the master's hand-copied scriptures to Master Feng?"

Master Shifang Master Buddhism is profound, and several Buddhist scriptures hand-copied in the early years are the treasures of Jiyun Temple.

On weekdays, Du Shan has always put it in his meditation room, never let people touch it, and even the uncle in the temple has only a few people who have read the scriptures, but now he actually gave all those scriptures directly to Feng Qiao.

Du Shan said in a low voice: "Those things were originally left by your ancestor to those who are destined. ”

The little monk was puzzled: "Is Master Feng a person who is destined?"

Du Shan held the string of beads in his hand and said quietly: "Probably." ”

When his master gave the soapless son to Liao Hou's Mansion, he once told him that Liao Chuxiu was born with seven evil qualities, and he was born with a guilty and angry personality, and when he was old, he would kill evil, so he gave him the string of soapless sons, so that he could cultivate himself and suppress his evil spirit.

But when he saw Liao Chuxiu again two years ago, he found that his life had changed.

Liao Chuxiu's evil qi is still there, but the evil qi has melted, and the fate has been filled, and it is even more like a blessing.

At that time, Du Shan was very puzzled, this fate was predetermined, if it was not a big opportunity, it would be extremely difficult to change, and he wrote to the master to inquire at that time.

The Master of the Ten Directions only replied with a few words, and the destined person had appeared.

At that time, Du Shan was puzzled, and it wasn't until he saw Feng Qiao and saw the string of soapless seeds on her wrist that he understood the meaning of his master's words.

Perhaps the person who is destined to be mentioned by the master is this Feng Xiao benefactor.

The little monk was a little inexplicable when he heard Du Shan's words, and he didn't know what the phrase "probably" meant.

He stood on the high steps, and could vaguely see the roof of the carriage farther and farther away, remembering the appearance of Feng Qiao holding the Buddhist scripture and saying that he wanted her to become a monk, the little monk shook his head and learned to be good, rubbing the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, while reciting Amitabha Buddha seriously.

After Feng Qiao returned to Beijing, she divided the scriptures into two parts, and after she picked a few of them and put them away, she packed the rest in a brocade box, and then wrote a note attached to the scriptures, and packed them together for people to send to the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion.

When Liao Chuxiu received the Buddhist scriptures, Jiang Chong was reporting to him about the recent incident in Beijing, and when he learned that Feng Qiao had sent him something, Liao Chuxiu's expression, which was originally not allowed to enter, suddenly eased.

After he took the brocade box, he quickly opened the lock on it and took out the contents of it, and found the Buddhist scriptures that exuded sandalwood and the note placed on the Buddhist scriptures.

He looked down at what was written on the note, and his expression paused slightly.

"Du Shan wants to benefit all sentient beings, and I think these scriptures are more suitable for you. ”

Liao Chuxiu flipped through the thick stack of scriptures, looked up and asked Jiang Chong, "I'm like a bad guy?"

Jiang Chong said without hesitation: "How can it be, Hou Ye has always been extremely benevolent. ”