"Dead?"

The woman who was laughing and laughing inside the wall just now died? I didn't see anyone, I only heard his voice, it must be a warm and hearty girl, how could she die?

Lian Sheng and Xu Yan were stunned.

Yuan Zhi closed his eyes slightly, and read in his mouth: "You should know that all living beings have no beginning, and life and death are continuous, all of which are made by not knowing the true heart of permanent residence, and the body is pure. With delusions. This is not true, so there is rotation. Amitabha. ”

At this moment, Yuan Zhi's face was as calm as the sea, and the waves were not alarmed, and Liansheng's heart was also quiet, she took a deep breath of air, and the sandalwood mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves was very easy to soothe people's hearts.

"Take me to see it." Lotus ordered Shami Miaoguang.

Miaoguang looked at Uncle Shi in embarrassment, and without waiting for Yuan to speak, Xu Yan said, "We are from the government." ”

Miaoguang thought that Uncle Zhike ordered him to take good care of these two, and it seemed that there should be some origins, so he said: "That little monk can only obey his fate." ”

Lian Sheng and Xu Yan followed Miaoguang out of the bamboo forest and saw Yuan Zhi also follow.

"This young lady has been learning the piano with me for a few days, and since she has learned the bad news, she must always recite the death mantra to her." Yuan Zhi said.

"Master Mercy."

A Jinyi guard and two servants of the Zhou family stood at the gate of the small courtyard, and when Jin Yiwei saw Lian Sheng, he hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute and said, "My lord, I have already watched the scene. ”

"What's going on?" Liansheng walked up the steps of the courtyard and walked in by himself, and the brocade guard said as he walked: "It's the swing that swings too violently, falling into the bamboo, and being ...... by the bamboo." Piercing the chest and passing ......"

Swing?

The field of swinging, a little maid. A middle-aged woman stood aside tremblingly, knowing that the guest monk had arrived, and the monk was still following behind him. One of the eight deacons in the monastery, to put it bluntly, is a picket of the monastery, and has the right to enforce the rules of the monastery in the monastery.

"My lord, this kind of accident in the temple is really unsettling, this young lady, alas...... I said earlier that this swing is not safe. ”

When the monk saw Liansheng, he hurriedly greeted him, and then saw Yuan Zhi who was following behind. Nodding his head, he said, "Senior Brother Yuanzhi is also here." ”

"This girl also practiced with me for a few days. I'm here to give her a ride. At this time, Yuan Zhi saw the corpse of the young lady, closed his eyes, and silently recited the mantra of death: "Nam no Amitaba Night ......"

"Mingkong, this is the lord of the Hangzhou Mansion." The monk introduced Liansheng and Xu Yan to the monk.

The monk was in his twenties. A stern face. Seeing that Lian Sheng was obviously stunned, he said, "When will women be able to be officials?" ”

didn't wait for Liansheng to reply. Xu Yan asked dissatisfiedly: "Who stipulates that women can't be officials?" ”

"Hmph, there is a difference between yin and yang, this matter of punishment has been judged by men since ancient times." Mingkong turned around. I didn't want to talk to Liansheng at all.

Xu Yan angrily followed him directly, and had to look into his eyes and speak: "This master, do you look down on women?" ”

"Amitabha." Mingkong only recited one sentence of Buddha, and then stopped speaking.

"My lord, my lord, he has a bad temperament, don't be with him in general, let's take a look at what to do here, since the adult is in the temple, the little monk doesn't have to report to the official, this swing, I have long said that it is dangerous, but the Zhou family has to stand, it is really ......"

The monk pointed to the swing not far away.

That Miss Zhou Jiabiao seemed to fall directly from the swing, and it happened that there were a few new bamboo shoots in the small piece of bamboo, and the bamboo shoot shell was quite hard, which passed directly through her chest, and the blood on the tip of the bamboo shoots had not yet coagulated, Miss Zhou's eyes were wide, and her hands were still stretched out to the sky as if she was grasping something.

Lian Sheng leaned over and looked at the body of the young lady, she was indeed killed by the bamboo shoots penetrating her body, one bamboo shoot had passed through the heart, and the other was pierced behind the back, not penetrating. She should have died quickly, and before she could struggle, her face was more shocked than painful.

"What about the people of the Zhou family? Let's move this corpse out of the way. Liansheng sighed.

The servants of the Zhou family stepped forward, one raised his head, the other raised his feet, and lifted the corpse up, and with such a movement, the corpse's hands brushed down. The maid Xiaoxiu couldn't help crying: "Girl, girl, you died so miserably." ”

When the monk Mingkong heard the woman crying, he was obviously irritable, and said coldly: "The holy land of Buddhism, how can you be allowed to cry and scream." ”

The woman said, "Master, my young lady is dead, aren't we allowed to cry?" ”

"It's a good thing to break free from the stinky skin, why cry and cry, it's annoying."

Mingkong flicked his sleeves after speaking: "Mingjing, you called me here to see this, if you die, you will die, and the temple will be quiet." ”

"Hey, you monk, how can you speak, don't monks have to be compassionate?"

Xu Yan didn't expect that this Mingkong didn't look very old, but it was stinky and hard, and it became popular immediately, and the little girl died in your temple, and you still talk like this, it's too much.

"So I'm congratulating her on breaking free of her stinky skin."

"You're so cold-blooded and ruthless."

Mingkong sneered: "A big family, sent the women in the boudoir to the temple to pray for blessings, and he didn't avoid suspicion, and he didn't say anything, and he added a lot of trouble to the temple." There are even people who cater to her thoughts, and if they want to set up a swing, they will give them a swing, and even our cold-hearted senior brother Yuan Zhi can teach her a tune. It's really amorous. ”

"Monk, don't talk nonsense." The monk couldn't help but reprimand.

"Senior Brother Spiegel, this woman is not from my temple, and I am of no use as a monk here, so I have left."

"Mingkong, people are already dead, don't talk about the dead in vain, and talk too fast." Yuan Zhi said in the back.

"Hehe, yes, the man is dead." Mingkong turned around and looked at the maid Xiaoxiu: "Little girl, I advise you to leave early, otherwise you don't know how to die." ”

Xiaoxiu cried and sobbed, and the woman held her shoulder and spat at Mingkong's back: "What's it." ”

Then she raised her head and saw that everyone was looking at her strangely, and smiled awkwardly: "Two masters, the old woman is very angry, and she doesn't really want to be abrupt Buddha." ”

"Alas, Mingkong has always been cynical, and the two adults should not be like him."

The monk Mingjing hurriedly explained.

"Master Mingkong." Liansheng shouted loudly, "Do you look down on women? ”

Mingkong stood still and didn't look back.

"I always feel that what a person looks down on is precisely the expression of lack of confidence in my heart. You look down on women, I'm afraid you're afraid of women in your heart. ”

"Hmph, that's nonsense."

Mingkong sneered.

"Since it's nonsense, the master naturally doesn't have to take it seriously. When you see a woman, you are upset and deliberately run away, doesn't that mean that you can't let go? If you practice meditation and let go of everything, what is the difference between a man and a woman in the master's heart? ”

Ming Kong didn't look back or speak, and his footsteps didn't stop.

"Don't be like him." The monk persuaded him: "What can I do with Miss Jiabiao's corpse this week?" ”

"Find a room in this courtyard and park it first, and wait for the Zhou family to come." Liansheng looked at the swing frame at this time, a gust of wind blew, the swing swayed a few times, there was an incense burner not far from the swing, Liansheng opened the incense burner, smelled it, it was a very familiar sandalwood fragrance, of course, this is a temple, it is very natural to use sandalwood.

"My young lady just stood on the swing and said that she was going to fly, and from now on she will be a free bird, and she will never be idle again."

Hearing her say that she was idle, the mother-in-law of the Zhou family glanced at her.

Xiaoxiu saw the swing swaying in the wind, and couldn't help but sobbed and said, "She just spread her hand and flew out, my hard-working young lady." ”

Liansheng put down the lid of the incense burner and looked at the swing rack. She's going to fly? Looking at it this way, is it suicide? But who would choose to commit suicide in such a tragic way?

The swing frame swayed and stopped, and a butterfly stood on it with its wings fluttering slightly.

The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing cord, and there was a slender hand fragrance at that time. (To be continued......)

PS: Listen to the wind and listen to the rain over Qingming, and the grass is sorrowful. The green and dark in front of the building are divided into roads, a trace of willow, an inch of tenderness. The wine in the cold spring is mixed with the warbler of the dawn dream.

The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day, and still enjoys the new sunshine. The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and there was a fragrance of the slender hands at that time. The melancholy twin mandarin ducks are not there, and the secluded steps are mossy overnight.