Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple

In front of the quiet Buddha Hall, sandalwood rises in a curling manner, like a cloud dwelling surrounded by white clouds, this Zen courtyard bluestone mottled with sandalwood for many years of edified memory, the old incense, like a lazy slow sound prosperous retreat, fragrant flowers full of clothes and then smell the Sanskrit sound murmuring.

The Buddha twisted the flowers, two rows of oil lamps shining, silently burning, on the futon, an apricot shirt and white robe on the ground sitting, cross-legged men, with jade and white finches curled up a water satin-like black hair, between the hair hanging down two red silk ropes, black and red, black and white, against each other mysterious, he faced the solemn Buddha statue, back to the door.

"Bah", the lonely Zen door was pushed straight open from the outside, and the temperature of the fragrant and warm room was different, when the dense light like a tide poured in, a cold wind with thorns rolled the fine snow, swirling into the Buddha hall.

"Phaseless."

Hearing the voice that he had been waiting, Wuxiang's eyelashes trembled, and he turned around from a piece of candlelight, and he first looked Yu Ziying up and down.

Seeing Yu Ziying dressed in frost, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth were dyed with a layer of frost white, her hair was the same as her white fox thick, hanging down wetly, her skirt was soaked in snow, her hands and feet were not exposed, and her pale and colorless little face had only a pair of big black eyes, which was the only dazzling color of her body.

His heart fluttered, and he quickly got up to meet him.

"You're divining?"

Yu Ziying's eyes roamed around the Buddhist hall, glancing at the scattered turtle shells and copper coins in front of his futon.

"Even though I know you'll come back unharmed, I'm always uneasy." When he walked up to her, he felt a cold chill wafting from her body seeping into the pores of his skin, and he suddenly said into the air, "Fox." ”

A floating black image seeped out on the white paper, he was wearing a white fox mask, a blue butterfly was depicted in the corner of his eyes, and he was wearing a red auspicious cloud and black robe, and his figure appeared in front of them from blur to clear.

"Lord."

"Go find a clean set of clothes and shoes."

Fox Shi's eyes quietly glanced at Yu Ziying's figure and small barefoot, and after measuring the inch, he said, "Obey." ”

"Black." Yu Ziying added.

Wuxiang smiled slightly when he heard this, and said to the fox: "Black." ”

"Yes." Fox Shi's expression remained unchanged, but he glanced strangely at the "corpse" dragged behind Yu Ziying before leaving.

"Follow me."

Wuxiang stretched out his hand to hold her, and his thick palm wrapped her cold little hand, and he couldn't help but clench it a little.

After walking a few steps, I found that she was like a child dragging her beloved toy and dragging the "corpse" anytime and anywhere, he reached out and rubbed her hair funny, and coaxed softly, "Just put it here at the door for the time being, no one will touch it", Yu Ziying raised his head and glanced at him, presumably trusting him, so he threw the hard and taut slave at the door.

Wuxiang took her little hand and came to the side hall of the Zen Temple.

This is a dwelling in the secluded forest, a few rays of sunlight through the gaps between the leaves shine into the Buddha hall of the glorious years, put in the incense burner on the tribute table, and the wisps of rising sandalwood are illuminated.

Yu Ziying followed him quietly, her feet on the dusty brown plank corridor, his shadow scattered at her feet, she tilted her head, carefully avoiding each step, so that she walked crookedly, not in a straight line.

"Baby, walk well." The helpless voice sounded in front. Yu Ziying snorted, and then she did walk well, because they turned a corner, changed their orientation, and their shadows were scattered on the wall because of the light.

Looking at the shadows walking side by side, Yu Ziying's quiet eyes did not blink for a moment, she had played this kind of shadow game with her grandmother before, under the dim light, using various gestures to make shadow animals, at that time grandmother said, in fact, everyone's birth is not lonely, because the accompanying shadow will be accompanied by eternal life when a person is born.

The shadow has a soul, it is the other side of a person's wholeness, Yu Ziying glanced at his own shadow, which is much smaller than the shadow of the phaseless, two shadows, half and one back, moving together, next to each other......

Come to the side hall of the Zen courtyard, the brazier is burning in the house, the warmth is continuous, the ice and snow outside the door are not touched at all, the cicada wing gauze tent of the blue color of the rain is waved out of the phase, there is a soft couch with a purple velvet embroidered cushion under the long window facing south, the corners are sealed with dark green and black silver suede, and there is a pot of narcissus on the table on the side of the couch that is soft, and the fragrance of Turui is faint.

Wuxiang untied the wet and cold thick body of her body for her, put her on the soft collapse, and sat down with it, and then reached out to hold her little feet, the jade carving-like knobby fingers held her round and lovely little feet, slowly kneading and pinching, he moved very gently, his fingertips carefully felt her soft touch, his mind rippled slightly, rippled one by one, he sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but recite the heart purification mantra a few times while activating her frozen muscles, and then put them into his arms to warm.

Yu Ziying was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to shrink her feet, but was stopped by Wuxiang.

"Don't move, the shoes and socks will be delivered in a while."

"Feet are not washed...... dirty. Yu Ziying looked at him in a daze, but there was not much shyness of a girl, but a tone as if she was stating a fact.

To be honest, Yu Ziying's feet are not much dirty, although she has walked a lot with bare feet, but she is basically stepping on the snow, and there is no obvious dirt and dirt along the way, but even so, there are still all kinds of subtle and various bacteria attached, she saw that Wuxiang was not disgusted at all, and her expression naturally kneaded and warmed her feet, she felt a little surprised.

"Wait for a warmer, I'll wash it for you." Wuxiang didn't think too much, thinking that she wanted to wash it first.

At this moment, there was a few knocks on the door, and two novices came hot water and tea and pastries in front of them and behind them, and without squinting, one poured water, and the other put his things on the soft table, and then bowed down.

Wuxiang touched her feet, felt the temperature, and walked to the basin next to the shelf to wash her hands, then turned around and poured her a cup of fragrant blue hot tea, which was served in a green pastel chrysanthemum porcelain cup, which was elegant and attractive.

Holding the cup into her palm, she said without a smile: "This tea is a flower tea brewed by the bay, jasmine and roses that I dried in the morning, and then mixed with a few herbs, you can taste it." ”

Yu Ziying felt a warm palm, and after his hand left, he lowered his head and took a sip, the water slid warmly along the mouth into the throat, and finally warmed into the stomach, the teeth were fragrant, and there was a sweet and bitter between the tongue, but ...... Not annoying.

Licking her lips, she held out her cup and held it up to him.

Wuxiang smiled and poured her another cup with kindness.

"Don't drink too much, eat something to cushion your stomach."

Yu Ziying lowered his head and drank flower tea, he got up and scalded a handful of cloth towels with hot water, stood in front of her, and when she finished drinking, he held her cold little face with one hand, covered her body, her ink eyes were full of warmth, and he carefully wiped it with a hot towel along her thin eyebrows and eyes little by little, the small and lovely bridge of the nose, the contour of cold and childish cheeks, pursed impatiently......

After the heat was smitten, her little face was not as pale as it was just now, and it was red and red.

Seeing this, the smile in Wuxiang's eyes deepened a little.

After wiping his face, he scalded the towel again, turned around and said, "Hand." ”

Yu Ziying stretched out his claws.

It was the first time that Yu Ziying had been taken care of so delicately, she blinked her eyes, her flickering eyelashes were like dazed butterfly wings, motionless, at his mercy. After the claws were also cleaned, the roots were moist like spring shoots, and Wuxiang sat down opposite her

"Eat."

Seeing that she had been looking at him intently, her lips and eyebrows were bent, and the warm sun was wet, he took a piece for her, put it on her blue and white plate on a white background, and motioned with his eyes that she could eat the pastries on the table.

"Sour jujube mud cake, rose crystal jelly, crispy bergamot, steamed yam with water and sugar."

Yu Ziying looked at the pastries he said, and she felt hungry when she heard the name, so she didn't use chopsticks, and directly pinched a piece of rose crystal frozen mouth on the plate with her hand.

Wuxiang rubbed a towel again, rested her feet on his thighs, and wiped her little feet for her.

"Is it still cold?"

Yu Ziying used chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of steamed yam with water and sugar and fed it into her mouth, her mouth was stuffed full, and her cheeks were chewing, like a little hamster eating food.

"It's not cold." She shook her head.

It's not that it's not cold anymore, it's that it's not cold.

To her, the cold was as numb as the pain.

Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and changed his words: "Is it warm?" ”

Yu Ziying turned her eyes to look at him, her eyelashes fluttered, and she pursed the corners of her mouth, as if remembering something, she grinned, and a small dimple loomed.

"Warm." Although the little face is still expressionless, the big eyes are wet, the tip of the nose is slightly red, and the little face is as red as a little apple.

"Hands." There is no phase.

Yu Ziying was dazed: "......? ”

She put down her chopsticks and stretched out her hands, but Wuxiang grabbed her and pulled her over, making her back against his warm chest.

"Your hair is already wet, you have to dry it, and even if I'm not with you, remember to make it a habit in the future."

He brought a velvet towel made of unknown material, put it over her head, and wiped her wet hair.

"Oh." Yu Ziying lowered her head, her arms were clasped around her legs, her long hair was scattered all over her body, like a fluffy and well-behaved dog, wiping her wet hair in her hands, and her head drooped.

"Ziying, did you go to find Emperor Jing before?"

He glanced at the wide fox that had just been untied from Yu Ziying's body, the kind of style that was clearly worn by men, coupled with the expensive and rare snow fox fur and the exquisite palace workmanship, he could not have recognized it at a glance as belonging to Yu Ziying.

All kinds of things that happened in Yanjing City during this time, even if he didn't go out, he would be able to know.

How does Emperor Jing value the things after this marriage...... And he knows.

Not to mention his absurd white wedding, the last time he personally set foot in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to ask for a "Buddha Picture of Ninety-nine Sentient Beings" for the wedding sacrifice, it is enough to make people feel incredible.

In the past, the arrogant Emperor Jing never believed in Buddhism, gods, or fate, but this time, he was willing to prepare for the wedding with the seriousness of a traditional and complete wedding ceremony.

Although he was very dismissive, even sarcastic, he proved with his actions that he was serious.

He especially remembered that day, Emperor Jing stood in front of the Buddha hall covered with golden light, he carried his hands behind his back, looked up at the tall and majestic golden Buddha, the charming face was charming, the elegance was unconventional, and the half-entrenched phoenix eyes could not hide the high and sneering pupils.

The wind rose, and the tassels of the green mantle shook slightly, revealing his gorgeous demeanor and domineering posture standing in front of the throne of the Buddha statue.

The flamboyant colors of the blazing green python were entwined around him, dazzling like an evil scarlet butterfly flying in the dark night, and the narrow and lazy phoenix eyes were full of conceit of looking at the world and being proud of everything. He said, "The widow is here to take the Buddha pictures of ninety-nine sentient beings. ”

Ninety-nine sentient beings Buddha is the treasure of the town temple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, enshrined in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple Tibetan Pavilion, believers on weekdays even look at the luxury of thinking, let alone take it to give away.

When he was rejected, he smiled sarcastically, very short-lived and fleeting. "If it weren't for the taboo of blood at the wedding, the widow wouldn't want it this time, but slaughter." ”

His indifferent, cold eyes stared at everyone.

The presiding officer of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple recited a sentence of Oh Mida Buddha in fear, and wondered why he had to come to get the drawings of the Ninety-nine Living Beings Buddha.

Hearing this, his beautiful thin lips rose a little meanly, and all his facial features were combined on his face to form a kind of perfection that surpassed the skin of men and women, and he was dressed in a green robe with a calm and relaxed atmosphere, wrapping his slender but masculine body, and the arrogant appearance that did not put anyone in his eyes made him look both cold and arrogant.

"It is rumored that the ninety-nine sentient beings Buddha represents all the people in the world, life and death, so it is rumored that it can bear the calamity of the believers in the world, and the queen of the widow once said that she was born with bad luck, so the ninety-nine sentient beings Buddha hanging on the wedding is not suitable for her?"

Everyone in the temple was shocked, the first time Emperor Jing stepped into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, it was actually for his last queen.

The presiding officer of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was embarrassed, so he deliberately said that if he wanted to invite the Buddha of the ninety-nine sentient beings, he must let the believer recite the longest Buddhist scripture ninety-nine times, so that the Buddha of the ninety-nine sentient beings could be effective, otherwise it would be useless to rob it.

At that time, he saw Emperor Jing's expression, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hooking an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He knew that he completely believed the words of the presiding officer of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

But he did it anyway.

Because, he wants to please Yu Ziying.

At this time, there is no subconscious answer that comes to mind, so ridiculous, but other than that...... He couldn't think of any other reason.

……

"Well, I'll go talk to him." Yu Ziying turned her head and picked up her frizzy hair.

Wuxiang picked up a strand of her hair and wiped it: "Ziying, have you ever thought that if you really marry Emperor Jing, with his ability, he may really be able to block all disasters for you, and you don't have to work so hard......"

Yu Ziying paused, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, and interrupted him: "I haven't thought about it, and I don't have to think about it." Everyone has their own business, I have the responsibilities I have to perform, and there is a road that must be taken, I am not afraid of the difficult road, my Yu clan, born is destined to go against the sky, since I have chosen this path, I never expect to be able to smooth sailing. ”

"I know, that's why I feel sorry for you. You can always make yourself so strong that you don't need anyone, but I'll be with you, no matter what happens. Wuxiang hugged her from behind, leaned over her raised face, and gently kissed the corner of her eye.

Yu Ziying closed her eyes: "I know." ”

"Are you tired?" Wuxiang asked softly in a soft voice.

"Not tired." Yu Ziying opened her eyes, and she said, "Old beggars, how are you doing now?" ”

"But I'm tired, I haven't rested in the past few days, can you sleep with me?" Wuxiang gently rubbed her cheekbones with his thumb, avoiding her questioning.

"Why don't you sleep?"

"If you don't come back, I won't be at peace for a day."

He took her together and lay down on the soft floor, took out the soft silk quilt and covered the two of them, and he closed his eyes.

Yu Ziying was held in his arms, and he didn't want to sleep, but when he saw Wuxiang's tired sleeping face, he couldn't help but yawn, and when he was dazed, he also fell asleep.

After she fell asleep completely, Wuxiang slowly opened her eyes. He looked at her quietly, his gaze entangled with her with a delicate and tender gaze, like a devout believer facing his only faith.

Get a good night's sleep and you'll have a good night's sleep.

His fingertips brushed over the broken hair that covered her eyes, and he smiled like the warm sun of March, which made people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

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