The roof of the hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is covered with yellow glazed tiles, the lower eaves are green glazed tiles cut edges, the corners of the eaves of the two layers are hung with wind chimes, the breeze floats, and the bells jingle. The ringing of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info clear, penetrating people's hearts one by one, washing away the dirt of the dusty heart.

Shakyamuni, who is lacquered with clay gold, sits on the throne of the golden lotus, and his right hand hangs straight down, casting the "touch the earth".

All merits, the earth can testify.

Mama Wei turned around from nowhere, holding the invited incense in her hand, chanting words in her mouth, greeted Cheng and the others, and nodded lightly at her.

Cheng put down Yu Xiaoling, straightened her clothes, and took her into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Just as a young woman in her twenties got up from the futon, Cheng took Yu Xiaoling and knelt down.

Cheng put incense on his own hands, put his hands together, lowered his eyes, recited the Buddha with a solemn expression, and knelt down.

This doesn't need to be taught by the Cheng family, Yu Xiaoling will also know. As good as a stream, she also knelt down.

Cheng prayed in his heart, Yu Xiaoling could probably guess a thing or two, but why Yu Xiaoling prayed, Cheng couldn't figure it out.

"I am a Buddha with compassion, and I believe in the reincarnation of the original carp spirit of Xiaolingyuan. From the date of reincarnation, one must spend ten years in peace in the human world, passing on the lineage for mortals, and only after death can he be reincarnated in humanity in this life. All these things, I hope that my Buddha will bless me, and I will be a good person in the future, and I will be dedicated to the Buddha. ”

Shakyamuni Buddha was silent, and the mother and daughter bowed and withdrew from the treasure hall.

As soon as he left the temple gate, he saw a low noise in front of the temple gate, and suddenly became unusually quiet. Standing under the eaves of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, I looked up and saw a person walking forward.

He is tall, thin and clear, his clothes are not stained with red dust, his face is compassionate, and his eyes are clear to investigate everything.

Every step is like the sound of Buddha and the morning bell.

The cinnabar mole under the corner of the right eye is like a tear that has shed all the red dust.

There have been monks who have traveled in the West to see this cinnabar mole and marvel again and again, and they said: If you have this mole, you may become a Buddha.

At that time, he was only six years old.

Yu Xiaoling stood on the stone steps, grinned, and blinked towards Qingtan, who was walking straight away.

At the corner of Qingtan's mouth, there was a rare smile that seemed to be there, and his footsteps stopped a foot in front of Cheng's mother and daughter.

He clasped his hands together, looked at Yu Xiaoling with both eyes, and paused and said, "Amitabha, little donor, please come with me." ”

Holding Yu Xiaoling's hand tightly, after a breath, he led her forward.

"Ling'er, go!" Cheng said softly and pushed his daughter.

Yu Xiaoling couldn't cry or laugh, just like that, Cheng pushed her out?

What if the person who came was a fake Qingtan mage?

Yu Xiaoling shook his head in his heart, but he didn't stop under his feet, and followed Qingtan lightly.

There is a little novice behind Qingtan, and the ten-year-old Fuhe took Cheng and others down to rest.

Qingtan was walking in small steps ahead, and Yu Xiaoling could keep up. But after all, she was still young, and she was bedridden for many days, from the Daxiong Treasure Hall all the way to the Qiansheng Zen Monastery in the back mountain, and she was already panting.

She gasped and walked with her head shut, but her feet did not stop, but the person walking in front of her paused.

"Bump!"

Yu Xiaoling hit his head on Qingtan's leg, and his eyes were full of stars.

The surroundings were quiet, Yu Xiaoling took advantage of the chair on Qingtan's body, tilted his little head, waved his hand and said, "No, I can't walk!"

As he spoke, he took a few more deep breaths.

Qing Tan frowned, curled the corners of his mouth again, and shook his head again.

There was momentary weightlessness in his body, and in the next breath, Yu Xiaoling saw his straight nose, thick black eyebrows, and the deep red cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye.

She was happy, kicked her legs, and said, "It's better to be held." ”

Qingtan hooked the corners of his mouth and pushed open the door of the Qiangsheng Zen Temple.

Yu Xiaoling lay on Qingtan's shoulder, exhaled comfortably, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the well under the metasequoia by the wall, where he had lived for nearly a hundred years.

The wall is still the same wall, the tree is still the same tree, but the well is not the same well.

Today's well, has been replaced with white marble wellhead, white jade carved on the circle of big carp, carp rolling waves, different shapes.

A small pavilion was also built on the well to shelter the well from the wind and rain, and an incense burner was also enshrined on the stone steps below the well.

"It is said that saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, you see that I saved people's lives, but I sold my own nest, what is this?

Alas, either, too. Now I'm a half-fairy eating offerings, so be it. ”

The five-year-old female doll spoke helplessly in an adult's tone, which made people feel even more ridiculous.

Qingtan chuckled and ignored her, and entered the house without stopping.

Yu Xiaoling was placed on the meditation bed, and turned her head to see her well again.

"I didn't expect that family to move very fast, it's only been a few days, and it's been so complete?" she asked.

Qingtan handed her a cup of tea and sat beside her.

"Take a break. He said.

Yu Xiaoling retracted his gaze, drank the tea with a grunt, stretched his waist, and lay on the meditation bed, remembering the incident half a month ago, and smiled.

Half a month ago, she was a big carp with a red tail and a golden body.

On that day, Qingtan was called out by his presiding brother, Master Qingya, to talk about the matter, and the door of the Qiangsheng Zen Monastery was empty, as if someone was waiting for him in the dark.

Yu Xiaoling, no, it was Yu Ling'er, lazily basking on the water.

The spring sun was warm, and through the new branches and leaves of the metasequoia tree, it was bustling on the water, and Yu Ling'er was half-squinting and napping with her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of chasing and fighting, Yu Ling'er was too lazy to move, and there were always bear children breaking in.

Sure enough, I heard a boy talking outside the wall.

"Big brother, big brother, you take me!" shouted a panting boy's voice, which was out of breath and seemed to be a little weak.

But as he shouted, the footsteps of the people in front of him became more urgent. The door creaked open, and a navy blue shadow flashed past and went straight behind the metasequoia tree by the well.

Yu Xiaoling shook his head, thinking it was interesting, he stayed there and didn't move, wanting to see what they were doing.

The one who had just spoken, though he was weak, had pointed eyes, and the door creaked again, and he ran in.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, you wait!" a high-pitched female voice shouted as she ran, and in the blink of an eye, she also followed into the Birth Courtyard.

"Hey, where's the big brother? I saw him come in!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and Yu Ling'er didn't need to think of him turning around to find someone.

"Second young master, second young master!" the woman shouted, as if holding the little boy by the way.

Yu Ling'er was deaf and clear-sighted, and faintly heard her suppress voice and say, "Look, there!"

She's smart, Yu Ling'er thought.

The little boy was instructed by her, and also saw the corner of his eldest brother's clothes hidden behind the tree, and laughed "ha", and ran over with his feet raised.