In the Dharma Hall in the apse of Ci'an Temple, across a low table, the two people sitting cross-legged on the futon have calm faces and elegant clothes.

Incense and candles were lit in the house, the mist curled up, and a pot of pines and cypresses was placed in front of the half-propped windows, adding color to the house.

"Master, this time I came here to worry about the illness of the prince. A year ago, I begged for incense from the temple, and it worked very well for the first few months. But at the end of the year, it gradually became a little irrepressible. Now it's completely useless. He also asked the master to make a new incense to relieve the disease of the son of the world's difficulty in sleeping. ”

It was the middle-aged scribe who spoke, and at this time there was no longer a superior character in the middle of the road, but he stood respectfully, and his words revealed some pleading.

"It's going to be useless so quickly." The abbot frowned slightly, his thumb ran over the Buddhist beads in his hand, closed his eyes, and sighed for a long time, slowly shaking his head in the disappointed gaze of the scribe.

"In this case, there is nothing the old man can do."

With a sharp sound, the blade broke through the air, and the tasseled spear was already in the center of the old monk's eyebrows. In such a shocking change, the abbot did not move, only closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and recited the scriptures word by word.

The solemn four-sided face of the treasure is obviously seen through the karma of life and death.

"Zhou Zhun."

"Yes." Unwilling to take back the tassel gun and call Zhou Zhun, the handsome man had to retreat to the side under the orders of the prince.

"The medicine stone is useless?" The man on the futon asked this softly and softly. It seems to have nothing to do with him, very indifferent.

The man has only one hosta in his hair, has not yet tied the crown, and is less than 15 years old. The voice has the huarity characteristic of a young man, but the whole body exudes a calmness, especially the eyes, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

"Ordinary incense cannot cure the stubborn disease of the world. If you find a useful method, you can only use it as an aid, or you may want to try it. ”

"Where can I find a useful solution?" Obviously, he didn't have the bearing of his own son, Zhou Zhun saw that the old monk was full of empty words, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

After saying the Buddha name, the abbot sighed and shook his head regretfully. If he knew, he would have already traveled to seek medicine to repay the old man's kindness for a meal back then.

The man sitting cross-legged pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and waved away his henchmen behind him.

"You two are waiting outside the door. Wait for the son of this world to listen to the abbot's lesson, and then go home. ”

There was no one else to disturb around, only the abbot chanted peacefully, accompanied by the ancient temple bells, and the heart gradually calmed down.

"The master doesn't ask the reason for the nightmare?"

With his hands folded, the abbot master was dressed in dark gray linen, and the whole person revealed a dusty bearing.

"Everyone has his own fate. The son of the world is in love. ”

That's a good thing to say. It's like he didn't say anything, and it's like every word, and he said it all.

The cold glint in the man's eyes flickered, and he stared at him for a moment before closing his eyes and giving up.

The old monk was unmoved, knocked on the wooden fish to read another scripture, and then opened his eyes, but he was aware of the man's head, looked at the weather of the man opposite, and said in a deep voice, "The heart of the prince is quiet." ”

In the lecture hall, only the meditation and calming the mind could not be entangled, "The visible is born from the invisible, the incapable is born, and the there is nothing." Therefore, all appearances are vain......

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Chunying donated the sesame oil money back, but saw that the seven girls were only standing in the courtyard with people, and they had no plans to go to the Guanyin Hall to ask for a signature. "Miss, why don't you go with the five girls to ask for a signature?"

Jiang Ying waved his hand, lacking interest. "Isn't it better to watch the excitement than to be scared yourself?"

If your fate is interpreted by others, whether it is good or bad, you will not be at ease in the future.

If you say it well, if you encounter unsatisfactory things in the future, you will blame others and increase your grievances.

It's not good to say, you don't have to wait until the future, step out of this mountain gate, and you can have relatives.

"In front of the Buddha, what nonsense is he talking about!" When the incense came out, Xu heard Jiang Ming's undignified statement, and immediately grabbed someone and reprimanded him sharply.

"Yes, yes, my wife is right. I'm a child, and it's good to make amends to the Bodhisattva. As he spoke, he straightened his countenance, and entered the temple to bow respectfully and bow three times.

When she was done, she turned around and looked at Xu Shi to see if she was deflated. Only at this time, did he reveal a little more unusual naughty temperament.

"Only when you make a mistake can you be very well-behaved." Reaching out to poke her head, Xu finally smiled.

This daughter is good at everything, but her temperament is lighter. is not like Jiang Rou who is competitive and stubborn. It's not like those concubines who are only submissive, trying their best to hide everyone's little abacus.

With this one, the matter of asking for a signature will naturally be stopped. Asking for a sign is sincere, and she is forced to do it, and she can't do it accurately.

"Madam, you and Mrs. Dafang have tea in the courtyard and listen to the master lecture on the scriptures. These things of chanting sutras and reciting Buddha are too young to do. Simply allowed me to take someone to the back mountain to visit the world-famous grottoes of Ci'an Temple. Rush back before lunch. ”

Looking for an opportunity to go to a clean place alone, Jiang Ying took Xu's arm and shook it, and shook it again.

"You just don't have to stun people. Remember not to go too far, take Cui's mother with you, don't worry about people. "Today, Ci'an Temple refuses to accept outsiders. Except for the ladies of the county guard's mansion, they only welcomed a group of people of unknown origin. Thinking about it, with the identity of those people, they will not do anything insulting. Xu Shi let people go with peace of mind.

Ci'an Temple covers a vast area and has a long history. The real essence of the temple is to gather in the "Thousand Buddha Cave" grottoes in the back mountain.

Jiang Ying and his entourage walked all the way to the plank road, but in half an hour, they arrived at the entrance of the corridor built by the mountain.

"There is no coloring like this, and the Buddha statue looks more simple and solemn." The Buddha statues were observed one by one, and Jiang Ying walked in front, leaving Cui's mother Chunying to bow down one by one very religiously. Only Lu Fu did not leave one step, and there was some helplessness in his eyes.

The appearance of the seven girls, where is to go to the temple to seek Buddha. It is more appropriate to say that it is outing.

At the other end of the narrow corridor, there is a stone pavilion halfway up the mountain. On the left side of the stone pavilion is a towering giant tree, surrounded by green on one side of the branches, and bare on the other side.

"Miss, this tree is so strange." Green Fu raised her eyes and looked around with her skirt.

"Smack." Pretending, Cui's mother twisted her ears with a straight face. "Every grass and tree in the ancient temple has spirituality, but you are not allowed to talk nonsense, which will tire the girl."

Aggrieved and aggrieved, she said "saved", and Lu Fu turned around to help Chunying Zhang Luo refreshments.

Jiang Ying is funny, worthy of being given by Xu's family, and Cui's mother was trained well by his wife. To say that this Cui's mother is only in her early twenties, she is the son of Xu's mother's family.

Holding the barley tea used in the temple to entertain guests, resting in the pavilion, opposite is the distant mountain, layer upon layer, verdant and vast, pleasing to the eye. I got up and walked to the railing, and my mind seemed to be broadened.

"It's a rare view! I see how charming Qingshan is, and I think Qingshan should be like this when he sees me. ”

Cui's mother happily agreed, with appreciation in her eyes.

"If Miss waits for a few more years, it will be a first-class stunning, how can 'charming' be exhausted. And this poem sounds very good, maybe the young lady will be able to fight for some fame in the future. ”

Jiang Ying was stunned, and knew that Cui's mother had misunderstood. This poem is not about "charming", but about the love of the landscape and the friendship with the mountain.

"This is a poem beyond my ability to make. Thinking about the situation, borrowing and using. ”

"Look, Mom Cui. You praise you like this, the young lady is thin-faced, where are you embarrassed to admit it? "The people who serve in the peach blossom dock know that their own girl loves to read since she was a child, and what is the right thing to write poetry, just think she is modest.

Jiang Ying smiled lightly and let them joke.

She has no intention of being famous, and she will not use the poems of her previous life to show off. After clarifying, believe it or not is someone else's business.

It's good to go on like this. Warm and peaceful, talking and laughing. If you change time and space, it's not that you can't live.

The seven girls of the Jiang family didn't know that in the ink bamboo forest behind the stone pavilion, several people were standing quietly and watching. Through the branches and leaves, she just connected with the maid and woman beside her, and her words and deeds were taken into her eyes.

The man's gaze fell on her, staring for a long time, thoughtful.