Ling Ruo brushed the windswept hair on his sideburns behind his ears and groaned: "There have always been rumors among the people that Emperor Shunzhi was so sad because of the death of the filial piety queen that he did not want to be the emperor again, but ...... Became a monk. There are even rumors that the place where Emperor Shunzhi became a monk is this Wutai Mountain, I don't know if the master knows a thing or two? ”

"The story that the poor monk heard is not the same as what the donor said, Emperor Shunzhi is indeed a monk in this Wutai Mountain, but not because of filial piety to the queen, but because of another woman." With the voice of the old monk, the life of a woman named Hesheri Qingru slowly unfolded in front of Ling Ruo.

Shoufu Sony's daughter, smart and beautiful, a collection of the world's beauty, but because of the appearance of another woman, her life has been cast a shadow, whether it is the cold misunderstanding when she first entered the palace, or the later favored concubine, this shadow has always shrouded her.

All the favor that Fulin gave her was because of the deceased Queen Xiaoxian, a word, a sentence like life, created Hesheri Qingru tragic life.

By the time everything was clear, she had lost everything, even the child she had finally gotten was gone, and she was beaten by the life she loved the most.

When her life has become a joke, everything is no longer what she wants, even if it is the high position of the imperial concubine, she can't make her nostalgic for half a point, so she committed suicide by taking poisoned wine in the cold palace, and let people tell Fu Lin that the golden book was removed, and the jade was removed, and her name was completely erased from the traces of history.

And Fulin, after she committed suicide with hatred, understood her intentions, abandoned the high throne, and came to Wutai Mountain to become a monk.

When the old monk finished telling this story, Ling Ruo was already teary-eyed, and his heart was full of irrepressible pain, as if he ...... The Hesheri Qingru in that story is herself, and she empathizes with every pain, "Is this story true?" Did such a person really exist more than sixty years ago? ”

The old monk brushed the wide robe on his body and said lightly: "The story is just a story, and it is clear whether it is true or not." ”

"What about Emperor Shunzhi, does the master know which monastery he is a monk in Wutai Mountain?" Ling Ruo continued to ask.

"More than 60 years have passed, even if Emperor Shunzhi did not die at that time, he has now turned into a handful of loess, where can I find it." While they were talking, Li Wei and Liu Hu came over, and they had already agreed with the abbot about the Chaodu Dharma, and they could start the day after tomorrow, and they would do it for seven days in a row, and the undead who died in the fire would be overdue.

Ling Ruo nodded, and then bowed to the old monk and said, "Master, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you another day, I don't know if I can tell the master the number." ”

There was a trace of fluctuation in the old monk's eyes, and then he was silent as before, and his hands were folded and he returned the salute, "The poor monk is stupid, please go slowly." ”

Ling Ruo and Li Wei and the others left, she didn't know that the old monk's gaze had been following behind her, and she had not retracted it for a long time......

A few days later, Ling Ruo came to Qingliang Temple again, wanting to find the old monk named Xingzhi, but he couldn't find it, the leaves under the Bodhi tree fell many times, and the ground was like jade, but he never saw the old monk picking up leaves.

After searching for a long time, Ling Ruo met a little novice and asked about the old monk, but she heard that the old monk had passed away a few days ago, and it happened to be the day she met the old monk, and they were packing up the things in the old monk's room for the past two days.

The world is impermanent, but in a few days, people have been separated by yin and yang, I don't know why, Ling Ruo is very close to the old monk, but the relationship between one side seems to have known each other a long time ago; Hearing the news of his death, I felt a little difficult in my heart for no reason, "I don't know where the grave of Master Xingzhi is, I want to pay homage to him." ”

"There is no tomb for the idiot master." Ling Ruo's answer surprised Ling Ruo, "Master Xingzhi said a long time ago that the body left behind after his death was cremated, and then sprinkled in the lake in front of the mountain together with the ashes of the altar he chanted in front of the mountain every day, and the dust returned to dust, and the earth returned to the earth. ”

"Why does the idiot master chant the scriptures in front of a jar of ashes?" Ling Ruo asked curiously.

Xiao Shami thought for a while and said: "This little monk doesn't know the way, but he only heard the master in the temple say that when the idiot master came, he came with this jar of ashes, and he would recite the Buddha to the altar ashes every day for decades. ”

Hearing this, Ling Ruo suddenly remembered the story that the old monk told her that day, at the end of the story, Emperor Shunzhi was a monk with the ashes of Hesheli Qingru, could it be ......

A shocking thought appeared in her mind, and she hurriedly asked, "Little master, do you know the name of Master Xingzhi before he became a monk?" Or what year did he come here to become a monk? ”

Xiao Shami scratched his head and said: "This little monk really doesn't know the way, the idiot master never mentions the affairs of the lay family here, but he only knows that Kangxi was already in the early years, and it should be fifty or sixty years." By the way, when the idiot master came, there was a person who accompanied him to become a monk, but he passed away more than ten years ago, and I heard that that person still has a good martial arts. ”

After the little novice left, Ling Ruo looked at the Bodhi tree and was fascinated, if she was not mistaken, the idiot old monk was the Shunzhi Emperor who became a monk in Qingliang Temple, and the story he told should also be true.

Shunzhi, Concubine Dong E, Hesheli Qingru ...... Hesheri ......

Suddenly, the memory of many years was clear again, that year, when she went to the south study to see Kangxi, she saw a portrait hanging in the study, and the woman in the painting was five or six points similar to herself. She originally thought that she was Empress Xiaochengren, but Kangxi said that she was an old man, and even Empress Xiaochengren was like her old man.

She once guessed whether it would be a concubine of the Shunzhi Dynasty, but unfortunately Kangxi told the identity of the woman at that time.

At present, it seems that the woman in the painting should be Hesheli Qingru who committed suicide by poisoning herself in the cold palace, and the old monk also said that she had raised Kangxi for several years.

Transmigration...... Reincarnation under the Bodhi Tree......

Ling Ruo stroked his face, and slowly understood the old monk's strange state and big smile that day, he was a monk because he was sad that Hesheri Qingru died, so he had nothing to love in his life, but he couldn't let go of this life, so he took Hesheli Qingru's ashes to this Qingliang Temple to become a monk.

Buddhists believe in reincarnation, and he has picked up Bodhi leaves for so many years, hoping that one day Hesheri Qingru can forgive him and see each other again in reincarnation.

And himself is the reincarnation he has to wait for, so that day he will say that he has seen reincarnation and no longer needs to pick up Bodhi leaves.

Thinking about it, the old monk's body was already weak, but because he didn't wait for the person to wait, he refused to close his eyes and insisted on staying under this Bodhi tree day after day. However, when the wish is fulfilled and the attachment dissipates, the aging under the pressure comes like a tidal wave, drowning him in it.

Don't you love the country and the beauty?

At this moment, Ling Ruo believed that there was really such an infatuated emperor in the world, although Hesheli Qingru did not get the heart of this emperor during his lifetime, but after his death, she got the memories of his life, and in the more than sixty years after Fu Lin, every moment was living for her, and it had nothing to do with Dong E Xianglan.

Come to think of it, in the dark, she forgave Fulin, so let herself meet him under this Bodhi tree and untie his knot for many years.