The season has already entered winter, and although Xiao Yiran has been mentally prepared for the severe cold of the northern climate, she still did not expect it. In addition to the morning and dusk, every day just hide in the room, read idle books, learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Lin Chen's painting, Xiao Yiran hung in front of the bookcase, and he would look at it from time to time. When the excitement came, he also wanted to paint a portrait of Yi Chen, but after many times, Xiao Yiran was never able to draw Lin Chen's deep eyes, so he had to give up.

In mid-October, there were three heavy snowfalls. The snow in the north does not melt down like in the south, but builds up a thick layer on the ground. Xiao Yiran, who was bored, remembered that when he was a child in his grandmother's house in the countryside in his previous life, whenever there was a heavy snowfall, his uncle would sift rice through the sieve to catch sparrows. There is no shortage of sparrows in Yanshan Mansion, and every morning, Xiao Yiran is always awakened from his sleep by the noise of sparrows. So, she ordered Qingwen to go to Sun Wang to ask for a sieve, sweep out a clearing in the yard, and use a small branch to support one side of the sieve, and a rope was tied to the branch, and the rope stretched straight into the house. Sprinkle some rice grains on the swept open space, use the rice grains to lure the hungry sparrows into the sieve, and then, himself, Qingwen Musk Yue, and Xiao Xing hide in the house and watch. When most of the sparrows have entered the sieve, pull the rope and pull out the twigs, and the falling sieve will cover the sparrows that have entered the sieve.

"Miss, I used to play at home when I was a child."

Xiao Xing commanded Qingwen and Musk Yue to catch sparrows from the sieve one by one, and said to Xiao Yiran.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I didn't think Miss liked to play with this too. These sparrows are handed over to the kitchen later, gutted, chopped, and fried with coriander and chili, but they are delicious. ”

In addition, Xiao Yiran will also build a snowman with Xiao Xing. Occasionally, Xiao Yiran will remember the ancient era of the previous life, when he had just moved to Wangshan Station, when the first heavy snow fell in the sky, he and a pair of children, Xiao Ming and Xiao Yue, brothers and sisters, built a snowman together. Thinking of his children and relatives who stayed in Huanggu, Xiao Yiran's heart was still heavy. Although from the dream implied by the Xuannu Niangniang, as well as her own dream back to the ancient times, seeing that the original soul of the body had awakened and replaced her role, Xiao Yiran's worried heart calmed down a little. But, after all, they were his own biological children, which really made Xiao Yiran unforgettable.

At the end of October, seeing that the weather was fine and his father Xiao Guoliang was going to Xinzhou on business, Xiao Yiran couldn't help but have the idea of going to Wutai Mountain to worship Buddha.

"Mother, let's go to Xinzhou with my father."

Sun looked at the daughter in front of him and asked softly:

"Why does Ran'er want to go to Xinzhou, do you want to go to Wutai Mountain?"

Xiao Yiran nodded.

"Ask your dad in the evening to see if it's convenient."

At dinner, Sun told Xiao Guoliang about his daughter's idea of going to Wutai Mountain.

"If you want to go, it's not much important to go to Xinzhou this time, because the heavy snow closed the mountains, so that many livestock in Xinzhou have no grass to eat, and the governor of Xinzhou sent a document to ask the government for disaster relief. I'm going to go over to the field for a field trip. ”

Sun was worried that Qingwen and others would not be able to take care of their daughter on the road, so they also went with him. I also thought of Wutai Mountain in my heart, and made a wish to my daughter in front of the Buddha. Seeing his daughter growing up day by day, Sun's mind gradually focused on her daughter's lifelong events.

The group set off on October 26, because the snow along the way was very thick, it was supposed to be a three-day journey, and it took five days to come to Xinzhou. After living in the Xinzhou Mansion and resting for two days, Xiao Guoliang began to inspect the disaster below, and Liu Wentong, the governor of Xinzhou, sent four officials and a carriage to send Xiao Yiran and Sun to Wutai Mountain to worship the Buddha.

It is very close from Xinzhou Zhizhou Yamen to Wutai Mountain, and if there is no snow on the road, it will only take an hour and a half to arrive. Setting off early in the morning, Xiao Yiran and Sun's carriage had already arrived at the foot of Wutai Mountain. The four officials wanted to go up the mountain in advance to make a report, but they didn't want to have a little novice to greet them. This made the officials from Xinzhou very surprised. I saw Xiao Shami walk up to Xiao Yiran and Sun, who were supporting them to climb the steps leading to the mountain, and clasp their palms together to salute.

"Mida Buddha, the donor is the family of the prefect Xiao?"

"The little master is invited, exactly."

"Madame, Mademoiselle, please come with me."

Under the leadership of the little novice, the mother and daughter came all the way to the main hall.

"Please Miss Madame, after kneeling in front of the Buddha, go to the abbot to rest, Master Yuantong is waiting at the abbot."

In fact, it was not only the officials from Xinzhou who were surprised, but also the Sun family and Xiao Yiran were also surprised when they heard Xiao Shami's words just now. Especially Xiao Yiran, I thought to myself, this time I am afraid that I will meet a senior monk again. Even, Xiao Yiran regretted it a little, is it really right to come to Wutai Mountain this time?

The mother and daughter burned incense and bowed, and each silently made a wish, and then led by the little novice just now, turned the back door of the main hall, and reached a room behind the main hall. When I entered the door, I saw a big monk sitting on a futon, and in front of him was a low table, on which a set of kung fu tea sets was placed. On the ground in front of the low table, there was a brazier that burned brightly.

"Mida Buddha, please sit down with the two donors."

From the mouth of the little novice just now, the mother and daughter knew that this was Master Yuantong, and hurriedly clasped their palms together to salute.

"Disturb the master's cultivation."

The big monk just smiled, and after the mother and daughter sat down on the futon next to them, they personally picked up the tea set and poured tea for the two of them.

"Mrs. Xiao, Miss Xiao, please use tea."

The mother and daughter could no longer hold back the curiosity in their hearts at this time, holding the teacup in their hands, but their eyes were looking at Master Yuantong.

"Do you want to know, how did the old man know the donor's surname, and how did he know that the donor would come today?"

The mother and daughter nodded www.biquge.info, and Xiao Yiran saw Master Yuantong's gaze sweeping over him, only to feel that the other party's gaze seemed to penetrate his body, and he only saw the same in his heart. I couldn't help but get nervous, my heart was pounding and my palms were already full of sweat at the same time.

"Lao Wei has been practicing for many years, and this kind of Taoism is still there. Two donors, please use tea first. ”

Xiao Yiran gently took a sip of the tea in the cup, the tea is good tea, but where is Xiao Yiran's mind at this time on the tea. Putting down the teacup, he looked at Master Yuantong a little nervously, and asked cautiously:

"I hope the master will solve his doubts."

"The little donor, today's fate, can accept people's trust at any time, but it is also the heart of the old man, and the old man also wants to meet the little donor."

Xiao Yiran once heard similar words from the conversation between Sister Xu Ying and Brother Xiang Hu in a trance on the top of Huashan Mountain, "Entrusted by people to be loyal to people", and now he heard it from Master Yuantong, and the doubts in his heart were even worse.

"The Buddha said, "Don't say it."

Xiao Yiran couldn't help but be even more surprised in his heart, raising his eyes and looking at Master Yuantong in a daze, but his heart was already turbulent. I was just thinking in my heart, and I didn't have an exit, how could the master know?

"Little donor, the old man has a song to give today."

After speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, put his palms together naturally in front of his chest, and recited softly:

"There are comings and goings,

It's not today, it's not yesterday.

Accompanied by the sun and the moon,

Qin Huai died himself. ”

After reciting the ode, Master Yuantong didn't say anything else, but frequently invited the mother and daughter to tea. Sun, who was confused from the moment he came in, looked at his daughter for a while, and looked at Master Yuantong for a while. Although there are countless questions in my heart, looking at the appearance of the master, I also know that even if I ask, I will not say it. I had to hold back, change the topic and ask:

"May I ask the master, is Ran'er's life's event still satisfactory?"

"Mrs. Xiao doesn't have to worry, it will blossom and bear fruit, and it will have its own time. As long as the little donor is cautious in his words and deeds, God's will is free. ”

In this way, when I heard Sun's ears, I didn't hear it. In my heart, I only didn't want to say it at that time, so I used such words to perfunctory myself. The mother and daughter drank a few more cups of tea, and then got up to say goodbye. Master Yuantong did not stay, and sent the little novice to send the mother and daughter out. From beginning to end, Master Yuantong sat on the futon and never moved.

As soon as the mother and daughter came out of Master Yuantong, they saw that the sky was already overcast when the morning came, and the goose feathers and snow were falling again. After a while, the road that had been swept out of the ground was soon flooded with snowflakes.

The little novice who led them in sent the mother and daughter to the outside of the temple, stood at the temple gate, and said to the mother and daughter:

"The master is in poor health and has difficulty moving, if there is any rudeness, please forgive the donor."

Seeing Xiao Xing and Qingwen coming with him, Xiao Shami turned around and went back.

"Madame, Miss, do you want to go back?"

"Let's go back."

Along the way, the mother and daughter had their own concerns and didn't talk much. Xiao Yiran's mind was full of Master Yuantong's ode and the words he later said to his mother Sun. Sun, who was also full of doubts, looked at his daughter from time to time. Seeing that her daughter had been pondering, she didn't ask.

I returned to the Xinzhou Mansion, had lunch, and went back to my room to rest. Xiao Yiran lay on the bed, pondering Master Yuantong's song.

"There are comings and goings" should refer to time. Coming, coming, coming, is the past. Does that mean the two lives before you? Come, referring to the life of the university; In the past, it refers to the ancient era of the second life.

What about "not today, not yesterday"? Combined with the fourth sentence of "Qin Huai ends himself", does it mean that his journey of rebirth is not the end today?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiran was shocked. If you understand it in this way, it is not today, nor yesterday, but only the day related to "Qin Huai" is the end.

"God, how can this be?!"

While Xiao Yiran was depressed in his heart, he also thought that maybe in this life, he might have some connection with "Qin Huai" in the future. Xiao Yiran can only find reasons for himself in his heart to use as comfort. However, there is a third sentence.

What is "Sun and Moon Together"? Does it just say that the sun rises and the moon sets, and time passes? Definitely not, the verses that have always come from the mouths of high monks are not a word of nonsense. If not the passage of time, then what?

Xiao Yiran was puzzled. I also remembered that when my mother asked the master about her life's events, the master said: Blossoming and fruiting have their own time. Also, be careful about what you say and do. What does that mean?