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Chapter 311: Death

Maybe he grew up under the influence of a woman like Shiniang, and under the backdrop of the stout women who are more than the old men most of the time in the short spittle of the parents in Zhaojia Village, Zhao Huchen has always stubbornly believed that a woman should have her own connotation, which is called temperament in layman's terms, and she can not stand out from the crowd, but at least she should have the impression that she can handle it so as not to make people feel superficial and vulgar. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps because of the machismo that will be criticized by many women and even men today, Zhao Huchen has always liked women more, tactful, gentle, tactful, can be very arrogant but must not open and close his mouth more than a man, that is not his dish, does not meet his aesthetics, and is all put on death row.

If you don't talk about a lot of subjective things, at this time, the woman opposite is undoubtedly very in line with Zhao Huchen's aesthetics, the temperament does not need to be said, the sitting posture, words and deeds are all outstanding and excellent, women, gentle and soft can make men feel at ease and down-to-earth, there is no need to fall into the country and the city, and there is no need to have a charming posture like Daji, but she must be the woman who can feel warm and feel at ease when she is remembered at any time.

This has nothing to do with a** or ** or anything, it's just a pure young man's perception of a woman.

The woman opposite seemed to be very busy, and soon after Zhao Huchen sat down, she took out a mobile phone, the screen of the mobile phone was shining, and it was set to silent mode. It can be seen that there is a call coming in, but the woman doesn't seem to have any intention of answering the phone, so she gently buckles the mobile phone screen down on the desktop, and then the delicate mobile phone that keeps vibrating stops without moving, but it doesn't take long to see the light in the gap between the screen and the desktop, is it a husband or a lover or a son? Zhao Huchen is in reverie, but not stupid gossip to the point of asking.

A ** is not long or short, Zhao Huchen looked at the nose and nose, and was as silent as the woman opposite, the woman in the middle got up and knelt on the futon beside the old woman, and left Zhao Huchen a memorable exquisite back, Zhao Huchen could see the side, and he was extremely pious.

Mo Yu didn't work for an hour, the old woman and Rouge stopped at the same time, and then saw the old woman get up, but the woman facing Zhao Huchen on the side still closed her eyes and knelt on the futon, as if she didn't notice, and a string of prayer beads had been turned in her hand for some time.

The old woman sat in the previous position, this time she ignored Zhao Huchen, and looked at Rouge with kind eyes, "Child, how do you know about this "Vajra Bead Bodhisattva Cultivation Sutra"? ”

"Master taught me." Rouge replied softly, but her eyes looked at the woman facing her and Zhao Huchen on the side, and there was some confusion on her still immature face.

"Who is your master?" The old woman asked again.

"He said that he was an old man who stole a little bit of genius to sell his fame and reputation, and his body was half tacky and half pickled." Rouge grinned, the confusion on her face dissipated slightly, and a pair of big eyes looked at the old woman with a kind eyebrow and a kind expression.

"It's him." The old woman seemed to know who Rouge was talking about, and nodded, relieved.

"Since it's him, then I won't overstep my bounds, today's fate, the two of them are at their own convenience." The old woman folded her hands together, turned around and sat down on the futon, and really didn't pay attention to the two of them.

was given an eviction order, Zhao Huchen took the paper umbrella at the door with Rouge and wanted to go out, opened the door, and the wind and rain outside poured in so that Zhao Huchen, who was accustomed to the warmth of the Buddha statue in the house, felt a burst of excitement and soberness all over his body, and did not look back again, squeaked the door shut, and the room returned to its previous warmth.

"Rouge knows who she is?" Zhao Huchen walked out of the courtyard along the corridor of the wing, opened the paper umbrella, and asked the rouge in his arms.

Rouge nodded, "Master said, there is an old nun in Jiming Temple, who became a monk at the age of ten and has been a whole family now, and his Buddhism is profound. ”

"Monk at the age of ten to now? Isn't she seventy years old? Zhao Huchen was stunned and said, the old woman couldn't tell that she was seventy years old at all, on the contrary, it was normal to say that she was forty or fifty years old.

"People who study Buddhist scriptures every day do not have so many worldly troubles, eat vegetarian and pure, and naturally live longer." Rouge's hand grabbed Zhao Huchen's neck and said seriously, his tone did not look like a child.

Zhao Huchen smiled dumbly and nodded reasonably.

"Master, I want to become a monk." After Zhao Huchen left, the woman with a charm like mutton fat jade said calmly, and her tone was erratic.

"I'm afraid that someone will demolish this Jiming Temple." The old woman in the blue and gray monk's robe shook her head when she heard this, and said, a little less polite in front of Zhao Huchen, and a little more kind.

"I have made up my mind, I only ask the master to accept me." The woman opened her eyes and looked at the statue of Guanyin in a daze, her tone drifting and compassionate.

"Do you remember you said that twenty years ago?" The old woman didn't care, and smiled slightly, full of Buddha energy.

The woman was stunned but didn't reply.

"I know that you have also studied Buddhism for decades, and you are one of the few people in the world today who is still sincere to the Buddha, let me ask you if you still remember the ten precepts of Mahayana?" The old woman said softly.

"Don't kill, don't steal, don't yin, don't lie, don't drink, don't speak up, don't praise and slander others, don't save the vows, don't resent, don't slander the Three Jewels."

"Just like you did twenty years ago, you're guilty of anger now." The old woman sighed.

"Ask the master to give me a point."

"I can't mention it, I'm angry, angry, hateful, I don't dare to say that I can see through this old thing that has lived for seventy years, let alone mention it, it's her who can really mention your own." The old woman stretched out her hand and pointed to the statue of Guanyin on the wall.

The woman was stunned, and sure enough, it was still the same, the same answer as she had twenty years ago.

"If my heart is afflicted, let me say it." The old woman looked at the lost woman and said warmly.

"My father-in-law is dead, and so is my son." The woman's lips trembled for a long time, and she sobbed, one of her many prominent identities is the most secret and least known, that is, the layman named disciple of the master in front of her, twenty years ago until now, but the two of them have agreed on three chapters of the law from the beginning, not commensurate with master and apprentice, this relationship has not been announced, and no one else knows, but even if she has practiced the Buddha for more than 20 years, she is still a mortal in the flesh, and she will feel distressed when she encounters life and death, not to mention that one is her father-in-law, who is an elder like a father, One is his own son, his own flesh and blood.

Out of the month when she landed in her body, she never saw her child again, not even a simple photo, no matter how much she missed, she had no way to suppose, she could only buy I don't know how many children's toys and dolls were put in a room for her to think, she didn't know what kind of environment her children grew up in, but she also knew that she was not rich or prominent, and most of the things of the year were now wiped out, and when she wanted to find her children, she was already a person, When she got some photos brought back by Zhaojiacun, she was so distressed that she almost fainted, her own child, what kind of suffering did she suffer from being cared for and raised by her in brocade clothes and jade food, no father and no mother, but how can even the house sheltered from the wind and rain be so dilapidated, leaking rain and wind leaking on rainy days, hungry without mother's pain, you can only go hungry to find food by yourself, thirsty without mother's pain, you can only find something to drink by yourself when you are thirsty, What would it be like to look at other people's children playing coquettish around their parents and her hard-working child?

Fate loves to play tricks on people so much, and her thought back then would cause such a bitter result.

The old woman sighed.

"Twenty years ago, you begged me to calculate a hexagram for you, and I told you that the child could get the dragon elephant, so that you were willing to send the child out, because I hurt you." The old woman sighed, as if she were ten years older.

"The master doesn't blame you, it was my own decision, and no one can blame me." The woman burst into tears, but her tone remained steady, and she said softly, "I just ask the master to accept me, I have already thought about it, and when I go, I will be in Jiming Temple for the rest of my life, and I will no longer go out of the mountain for half a step, and I will not ask for Buddha for my ruthless husband, just to accumulate some merit for my hard-working child, and I can have a good birth in the next life." ”

Zhao Huchen went out of the yard, still holding Rouge in his arms, I don't know why since the house came out of Rouge smiled and looked very happy, Zhao Huchen asked if he didn't get the result, and the child was happy for no reason, and was teasing the Rouge in his arms to tell jokes, but there was a person walking on the other side, a young woman, very delicate, beautiful and powerful.

The two came opposite each other, and the woman was followed by a man in his sixties, with white temples and a burly and tall man.

Zhao Huchen saw that the man's breathing was tight, and he felt that his whole body was tense, and he subconsciously wanted to make a move.

Where did this fang pop up? How powerful is the gas machine? Zhao Huchen has only met two people so far who give him this feeling, the first is Chen Taiji when he made the shot, and the second is the old man in front of him.

Zhao Huchen stubbornly endured the ** that he was going to make a move in his heart, stood aside, and smiled to give way.

The woman passed by Zhao Huchen with the same smile and nodded, which was polite, and then the two sides turned their backs to each other.

Zhao Huchen remembered that Chen Taiji had told him that Mohe could not be reached in two places, the first was the capital, and the other was Yanjing, and sure enough, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Zhao Huchen flashed decisively, and behind his invisible, the delicate and powerful woman turned her head to look at Zhao Huchen's back in confusion, feeling a little palpitating.

"Sister." The man lowered his eyebrows and gently reminded him.

The woman came back to her senses, nodded, turned coldly, and walked into the courtyard where the tourists had stopped.

At the door of the wing room, knocked on the door, the door was opened by an old woman in a blue and gray monk's robe, and when she saw a delicate woman standing at the door with a cold expression, she nodded, and then went out, Zhao Li stood at the door and said lightly, "Go to the gate of the courtyard and guard, no one will let in." ”

The old man nodded and walked respectfully to the gate of the courtyard, where the sound of rain was dripping down on him.