Li Wei and Liu Hu have been following Ling Ruo for so many days, and it is the first time that they have been instructed by her to do something, so there is no reason to disobey it, so they hurriedly said: "The minions are going to do it, but the name of the deceased is necessary for the Dharma to be excessive, I don't know if the master knows?" ”

"Ask them about that." Ling Ruo pointed to Shi Sheng and the two who were a little stunned, and after Li Wei agreed, she walked up to Shi Sheng and Xuan'er: "This is the only thing I can do for you, I hope you don't refuse." Except for Aunt Shi and Uncle Zheng and Aunt Zheng, if you still know anyone who died in that fire, tell Li Wei together. ”

"Thank you." After being silent for a long time, Xuan'er gently spit out these two words, and this was also the first thank you she said to Ling Ruo. As for Shi Sheng, he would not have any opinions.

Hearing Xuan'er's thanks, a smile appeared in Ling Ruo's eyes, "Okay, you guys talk to Li Wei slowly, I'll go and walk in the back." ”

After refusing Liu Hu's following, Ling Ruo walked around the front hall alone and came to the back of Qingliang Temple, compared to the front, it was a lot quieter, there were no people, only a gray-clothed monk bent down and stood under a big tree with a thick trunk that was more than ten zhang high, as if he was picking up something. The tree looked very old, and its body was vigorous and vigorous, with countless vines entwined around it, and even if it had not rained for many days, each leaf still shone with a faint green sheen, and there was not a trace of dust in sight.

When he got closer, Fang saw that the gray-clothed monk was indeed picking up things on the ground, but he was picking up the leaves that fell from the big tree on the ground, picking them up one by one, and he already held a thick stack in his hand.

"Master, why are you picking up leaves?" Ling Ruo asked curiously, and from where she was standing, the monk's side face could be seen. He was very old, and his face was full of wrinkles, one by one like a knife had carved them.

"Does the donor know the tree?" The old monk's voice was also drooping, and he didn't look back, still picking up the leaves that had fallen on the veined trees.

Ling Ruo looked at a large tree seriously, and said uncertainly: "I have never seen this tree, but I look at some of the Bodhi trees mentioned in the book. ”

"But the donor is from the north?" The old monk had almost picked up all the fallen leaves, and only four or five were left to pick up.

"How does the master know?" Ling Ruo stared at the old monk curiously, he hadn't even looked at himself, how could he know that he was from the north.

The old monk picked up the last few leaves and straightened up with difficulty, for at his age, bending over had become a very difficult task, "because this Bodhi tree is only suitable for growing in the south, and it is rarely seen in the north." ”

A gust of wind blew, stirring the wide monk's robe, and his skinny body wrapped in the monk's robe could be vaguely seen, as if only the skeleton was left except for the layer of skin.

"Then why did the master pick up this Bodhi leaf?" The original Sanskrit name of the Bodhi tree is "Amoroja", which means enlightenment, and according to legend, Shakyamuni was enlightened under the Bodhi tree. The Bodhi tree, its leaves never get dusty, its flowers can be used as medicine, and its fruits can dispel diseases and diseases, and it has always been regarded as a holy tree in Buddhism.

"What the poor monk picked up is not a Bodhi leaf, but reincarnation." The gust of wind caused the Bodhi tree to fall its leaves again.

"Reincarnation? It's just a leaf, how to say reincarnation, the little woman doesn't understand what the master means. Seeing that the old monk was about to bend down again, Ling Ruo couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward to pick up the scattered leaves one by one for him.

The old monk did not refuse her kind gesture, staggered a few steps to the tree, stroked the trunk of the vine and said: "One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi." Each Bodhi leaf represents a reincarnation, but the world can't see it. The poor monk has been waiting here for more than 60 years, just looking forward to the day when he can see reincarnation among the Bodhi leaves. ”

"What kind of reincarnation does the master want to see?" Ling Ruo handed over the leaves he had picked up to the old monk's thin hands.

"Thank you, donor." The old monk bowed his head and thanked him, but the moment he raised his head, it was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person stood there in a daze, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and fell firmly on Ling Ruo's face.

Pieces of beautiful, green and dust-free Bodhi leaves fell from his palms and returned to the earth, and all these old monks didn't notice it, just stared at Ling Ruo, as if she was the only one left in this world, this world.

"You...... What is your name? After a long time, a trembling voice sounded from the old monk's mouth, and his expression looked very excited.

Ling Ruo didn't understand why the old monk would show such an abnormal look when he saw him, and bowed his head slightly and said, "The little woman's surname is Ling, and her single name is a Ruo character." ”

"Ling Ruo...... Ling Ruo...... Hahaha! After the old monk muttered and repeated it a few times, he suddenly raised his head and laughed, and the old and weeping laughter burst out of his throat, revealing a deep and endless joy.

In such a big smile, there are cloudy tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, crossing wrinkles as deep as knives, more than 60 years, in Qingliang Temple for more than 60 years, he is the first time to laugh so happily.

After a long time, he stopped laughing, and looked at Ling Ruo with a surprisingly soft gaze, and the sunlight shone on the old monk's face through the gaps between the linden trees, "The reincarnation that the poor monk wants to see has been seen." ”

"I don't understand what the master means." Ling Ruo looked at this old monk who was crying and laughing strangely.

The old monk smiled and did not continue on this issue, but said, "Is the donor interested in listening to a story told by the poor monk?" ”

"Master, please speak." Ling Ruo helped him to sit down on the stone bench for people to take a nap, and the laughter exhausted his strength, making the old monk's already weak body even more unbearable, and even standing up was a little difficult.

"I'll pick up the Bodhi leaf for the master." As soon as Ling Ruo was about to go over, he heard the old monk say: "You don't need to pick it up anymore, the Bodhi leaf for more than 60 years has allowed the poor monk to see reincarnation, and there is no need to pick it up again from now on." ”

The old monk never left reincarnation between his words, picking up leaves because he wanted to see reincarnation, but after a big laugh, he said that he had seen reincarnation, which was really strange, where is this reincarnation?

"Does the donor know Emperor Shunzhi?" The old monk suddenly asked.

"Emperor Shunzhi is the first emperor after our Qing Dynasty entered the customs, and he knows that he ascended the throne at the age of six, reigned for 18 years, worked hard to implement the Manchu and Han families, but unfortunately died at the age of twenty-four." It was precisely because of Shunzhi's untimely death that Kangxi ascended the throne as emperor at the age of eight.

The old monk didn't know what he thought, and looked at the Bodhi tree there, Ling Ruo waited for a while and said tentatively: "The story told by the master is not related to this emperor?" ”

The old monk smiled, raised his eyes that had become cloudy again, and said, "If the poor monk tells you that Emperor Shunzhi is not dead, do you believe it?" ”

[Author's digression]: The next two chapters are still being changed, and they will be sent a few minutes late