ps: Chapter pushes a friend's masterpiece Author: Wind solves me. Reliving her life, she decided to cherish life and stay away from scumbags!

Protect what she wants to protect, deal with what she wants to deal with!

It's just, that scumbag, why are you different from your previous life?

Want to work together? Can I say that I already have a candidate?

The brothers Qi Xuanli and Qi Xuanhui took the lead in putting incense, followed by Cui Changjian and Cui Wanqing.

After Cui Wanqing got up, she helped Yulan to the abbot's side, folded her hands, and bowed reverently.

With a solemn face, he said: "Abbot, the believer wants to light an everlasting lamp for her mother and an old friend, and pray for a good health in the next life, I don't know if it can be cheap at this time?" ”

The presiding abbot wished that everyone would come to light the lamp, and he would make a lot of sesame oil money, he was kind and kind-eyed, and said with a smile: "The people in the Buddhist sect are supposed to open the door of convenience for all sentient beings, no matter when and what, it is cheap." ”

"The female benefactor has a great trip, please ask the female donor to go with this acquaintance master, and leave the names and surnames of Ling Ci and her old friends, and the eight characters of their birthdays, and we will naturally handle it for you."

Cui Wanqing lowered her head in response, twisted her face and bowed her knees and said: "Lord Jun, Your Highness the Sixteenth, brother, you don't have to wait for me, just go what you want, when the things here are done, the courtiers will come to look for you." ”

The fear of Qi Xuanhui in her heart was slightly reduced, this speech was finally smooth, in fact, she wanted the evil star to leave first and completely disappear from her eyes, so that she could save herself from seeing trouble.

Cui Wanqing had already made a decision about where she would go after lighting the lantern for a while, and she would definitely not come to them again.

If it is said that in the previous life, she is not exempt from vulgarity. Be complacent about your own authority. But she died once. Although it can't be said that the four are empty, there is always some enlightenment.

Peace is a blessing, she will never marry into the family of the emperor's relatives again, and repeat the tragic ending in her previous life.

King Ruijun smiled and nodded when he heard this, "It's okay, let's go to the osmanthus forest in the backyard to take a rest first, you are in a hurry, you can let the monk lead you over later." ”

Cui Wanqing smiled and bent her knees. sent them first, then followed behind the monk Zhike, went to the far left of the main hall, and wrote Cao Yunxiu, and the name and surname of his daughter in his previous life, and the eight characters of birth.

When she handed it over, she stuffed a golden mule into her hand, and whispered to the monk with long eyebrows: "Please also ask the master to keep the birthday eight characters secret, and the letter girl has thanked you in advance." ”

Cao Yunxiu's qiē is above board, and there is nothing that cannot be seen. But the elegant ones are not the right way. Although it is a person in a previous life, it is destined not to be in this life, but Cui Wanqing instinctively still wants to protect her daughter carefully.

Seeing this little girl, who is not very old, she is generous and smiles without seeing her teeth, "Female donor, please rest assured, the poor monk Guan Bao is very secret for you, and will not let people disturb the peace of the two." ”

If you take the money, you must do something, and the monk will soon do everything properly in front of Cui Wanqing, Cui Wanqing saw that he was really attentive, and he was very satisfied, and signaled Yulan to calculate a year's lamp oil first, anyway, he will often come back in the future, and then he will continue to do it.

Cui Wanqing held Yingqiao's hand, Shi Shiran walked out of the gate of the main hall, and wanted to go directly to the meditation room in the back mountain of Master Ran to ask for a meeting, but suddenly thought that the current Master Ran should not have moved to the bamboo house in the back mountain.

So he asked Yingqiao to find a little novice, rewarded him with a few hundred dollars, and asked him to lead a few of his masters and servants to Master Ran's current residence.

Compared with the back mountain, this temple is a lot closer to the road, and after a while, you will come to a courtyard house, the entrance of this courtyard is different from other courtyards, there are two monks guarding it, and it is a place where important people live at a glance......

Cui Wanqing glanced at Yulan, and Yulan stepped forward with a smile and presented a thick sachet, "Two masters, we are the Cui family in the capital, and behind the little girl is the ninth miss of my family. ”

The monk who took the sachet touched the sachet in his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Please wait a while, the little monk will go to the master and uncle." ”

Not much, the monk came out, smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "The female benefactor is lucky, our master rarely sees guests, today I actually invited you in without even asking, you please come with the poor monk." ”

Cui Wanqing's heart jumped, "Could it be that Master Fei is really an immortal?" Can you not know the prophet? So is it good or bad that I come to visit the deceased today? ”

She followed the monk with some anxiety, only to hear the monk's euphemistic words: "These two female donors, please drink coarse tea in the concierge and rest your legs, the master only let Miss Cui Jiu go in alone, please wait for a while." ”

Cui Wanqing twisted her face and smiled at Yulan and Yingqiao soothingly, and followed the monk into the main house.

A heavy sandalwood fragrance in the house greets you, and in the front Buddha shrine, there is a dark reclining Buddha, bright and bright, and you can't see the material, only feel like wood is not wood, like stone is not stone.

She looked at Master Ran with her eyes half-kowtowed, nodded slightly, first gave incense to the Buddha and kowtowed, then folded her hands and said softly: "The letter girl Cui Jiu, I have seen Master Ran." ”

Knowing that the master had an understanding yesterday, there will be an old man visiting today, and it will be a woman, but he didn't expect to enter the door clearly, but it is a ten-year-old girl.

At such an age, with such a look, I have never seen it in my impression, how can it be an old acquaintance?

It seems that my Taoism is still not enough, and I have to practice harder to achieve it.

How did Cui Wanqing know that under the mistakes of the clouds, this master was determined to study Buddhism because of today's events, and his achievements in this life far exceeded those in his previous life.

Seeing that he was wrong, the master was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, but he took a closer look at his style, but it changed greatly, this woman's eyes were light and wise, and she worshiped the Buddha first when she entered the door, and this head knock was very exquisite, and generally there were no believers for ten years, and she could not do such a cumbersome standard posture.

After she saw herself, when she looked at herself with a chuckle and emotion in her eyes, Master Ran couldn't help frowning and blurted out, "Female donor, Gui Geng this year?" ”

Cui Wanqing said softly: "The letter girl will be eleven after the New Year. ”

Master Zhiran grinned, "But your eyes tell me that your real age, your experience and opinions, are definitely more than eleven years old. ”

Cui Wanqing's heart was shocked, her palms were sweating, she really couldn't imagine that just one face, the master could see so much, and she really deserved to be the first monk of the Dajing Dynasty.

Seeing that she was a little nervous, Master Ran nodded and smiled comfortingly, "Don't worry, don't worry, let go of your heart, please come and sit by the window with the old monk." ”

After that, he led Cui Wanqing to the west room, the room was very simple, a boxwood sandalwood bed near the window, and four wooden stools on the opposite side, not even the back of the chair.

Cui Wanqing saw that Master Ran took the lead in sitting down on the west side, and after thinking about it, she was about to sit on the first wooden bench in the east.

"The female donor doesn't need to be formal, the old monk feels that you are very close, probably you and I are fated, come, just sit here." With a calm smile on his face, Master Ran pointed to the opposite side of himself.

Cui Wanqing smiled, and no longer shirked, and sat down on the sandalwood bed.

Master Ran looked at her and asked in a loving tone: "Female donor, the old monk looks at your face and feels that your heart is very serious, since you have already come, why not say it?" ”

Cui Wanqing frowned, lowered her head and thought for a long time, she came to Dachengtian Temple today and saw Master Ran, which is also the reason, she has been a new person for almost a year, and it seems that although the road has not been smooth sailing, it has finally resolved the unbearable situation a lot.

However, when I dream back at midnight and no one is alone, that kind of unbelievable panic and deep anxiety in my heart will still come out of the depths of my heart, disturbing myself and not being at ease.

Cui Wanqing at this moment is simply condensed in her heart with a thousand words, but how to interpret it without being obvious?

I really can't be careless, after a long time, Cui Wanqing looked up at Master Ran and asked: "Flowers are not flowers and fog, dare to ask the master, flowers or flowers?" Fog or fog? Or is the flower no longer a flower, and the fog not fog? ”

When Master Ran saw a girl who didn't look big, he actually asked such a profound Buddha's verse, and he really didn't dare to take it big, so he picked up the mahogany eighteen Arhat prayer beads in his hand and thought about it quietly.

Then he smiled and said, "Is it a flower, not a flower?" Is it fog, not fog? In fact, it's all in your heart, the main thing is to look at it as a flower, then it is a flower, if you look at it as not a flower, then even if it really is, but in your heart, it is still not a flower. ”

Master Ran's answer seemed to be slippery, but Cui Wanqing, who had been talking to him for many years, knew that this was definitely not a perfunctory remark by a great monk.

What she originally asked was actually her past and present life, obviously it was still that touch of soul, but it was a different skin, so is she Cui Wanyun or Cui Wanqing?

Cui Wanqing sometimes feels that she understands, but sometimes she feels that she is confused, so she feels it is necessary to let a wise man solve her doubts.

After listening to the master's explanation, she lowered her head and closed her eyes, quietly immersed in her own thoughts, meditating.

After a long time, Cui Wanqing slowly opened her eyes and looked at Master Ran with a smile, "I said she was a flower." ”

Master Ran smiled and nodded, "Then she is a flower." ”

Cui Wanqing couldn't help laughing, "yes, what will I be struggling with here?" God has been kind and has given her a chance to relive, no matter who she is, as long as she lives smoothly, peace and joy are, what kind of hypocrisy? ”

"Qi Xuanhui is terrible, but he is a person who has changed his skin, he is not a wise man, and he has no sharp eyes, what are he afraid of him?"

"Actually, the more careful you are, the more people feel that their words and deeds are weird, it is better to be casual, they are princes and nobles, and they will take out the posture of courtiers and obedient people." (To be continued......) R861