The ghost market street is full of lights.

Chu Qingqing thoughtfully fiddled with the small things on the street, thinking about the mysterious proverb, wilderness, withered grass, sprouts, giant trees, insects and ants, what does this represent?

With the Criminal Department guarding Shangshu Mansion, it will be difficult for the murderers to succeed.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Xu Baishui again at this time, in the final analysis, I hurt him, originally as the son of the county guard, he should also have a happy life, it was his own willful behavior, which put the two families in such an embarrassing situation, even if it was their fault, but they were not ordinary people, the son of the county guard lost the daughter of the governor, and he was worried about offending the Xu family of the governor, so he was still expelled from the house.

Daddy didn't blame the Xu family on his face, but Chu Qingqing also knew, how could such a thing be so simple to reconcile, in the past three years, Daddy also came to the Divine Capture Division to secretly see her, and when he saw that she was doing well, he was relieved, after all, she was a daughter, even if she disobeyed herself, she still couldn't rest assured after all.

His impulsive decision was only harmed by the innocent Xu Baishui, Chu Qingqing felt guilty, but he was unable to repay it.

"Miss Chu! What do you think? Liu Shuang saw a stunned colleague from the crowd and squeezed through the crowd to stand beside her.

Chu Qingqing shook her head, the flower cat's face fell a little, she stretched out her hand and raised the height, "What did Lord Tianguan tell you?" ”

"She told me to put my hand on the astrolabe." Liu Shuang held his chin and thought for a while, "Then I saw it, the bloody wind, the black waves, the lonely heaven and the earth, ......"

Although he is not a star trace master, he doesn't fully know what that kind of scene portends, but he has known that heavenly official with an uncertain temperament for many years, more or less, Chu Qingqing can guess that the smell of blood, black, and waves are all the most terrifying prophecies.

"Poof!" Chu Qingqing suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Shuang was puzzled, it was obviously such an empty and lonely scene, why did it make this eldest lady laugh.

"Okay, people are teasing you, only astrographers can see the proverbs from the astrolabe." Chu Qingqing waved his hand and put it on Liu Shuang's shoulder, "You are so stupid, how can you see the prophecy of the astrolabe, it must be Lord Tianguan who wants to scare you!" ”

"Cut, I'm not stupid!" Liu Shuang was indignant, "If you don't accept us, let's guess the lantern riddle and see who is stupid!" ”

"Okay, you're not stupid, okay, stupid?" Chu Qingqing withdrew his hand as a defensive stance.

"Sister Chu, you bully people!" Liu Shuang slapped a knife and was caught by the vigorous Chu Qingqing.

"I won't guess the riddles, and after the curfew, we won't be able to go back to other streets." Chu Qingqing estimated the time, and the sound of the gong of the husband could not reach this downtown at all.

"Then ......" Liu Shuang looked around, a little reluctant.

"Let's go, I'll have a chance to come back later." Chu Qingqing pulled Liu Shuang up, and his figure was drowned in the crowd.

- I'm sorry, but what you saw was a very ominous sign, and I lied to you.

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Zhuoguang is east of Huzhou, west of Yingzhou, where the capital of King Dachen is located, north of Jinghu, and south of the remaining veins have been extended to Yinzhou.

As the highest and majestic mountain range in eastern Kyushu, Zhuoguang Mountain can also be regarded as one of the best in the entire Central Continent, except for the Junlu Mountain Range, which is the highest peak in the Central Continent, and the natural barrier separating Hoshino and Central Continent, Zhuoguang Mountain can be listed as the last of the top three.

Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, there was a Buddha who crossed the sea of Benian and came, opened a sect in Zhuoguang Mountain, established Chengyin Temple, and since then the Buddhism with the purpose of educating all sentient beings and compassion has spread out in the land of Zhongzhou.

In the following 10,000 years, the land of Zhongzhou changed hands several times, and the war also burned down the Chengyin Temple, but fortunately it was rebuilt several times, which preserved the name of this Buddhist temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Speaking of which, after Da Geng unified Zhongzhou eight hundred years ago, when the school palace was established, the name Chengyin was also used, and as for the Chengyin school palace after eight hundred years of changes, it is now ranked second in the world, which is a later thing.

Zhuoguang Mountain has many plants, trees, flowers and birds, and there are countless beautiful scenery at four o'clock. Chengyin School Palace is built on the open flat land of Shanxi Peak, next to the luck of the main peak, maybe it is really the mountain has aura, the first two of the ten university palaces, Jun Xuan School Palace is built according to Jun Gong Mountain, and Chengyin School Palace is built according to Zhuoguang Mountain, all of which are made by the mountain, standing on the land of Zhongzhou.

On the mountainside of the eastern peak, there is the Chengyin Temple.

Simple and solemn temples stand in a forest, the vast temple of Wujin, the huge Buddha statue is solemn and treasured, with an incomparably sacred atmosphere.

Perhaps the world is much more peaceful, the people are no longer displaced, and the pilgrims who come to the mountains are decreasing year by year.

Morning chanting was held in the temple as usual.

The old presiding officer wore a washed white robe, sat in front of a group of novices chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, the low scriptures came out of his mouth, the sound of wooden fish mixed in the scriptures, and the incense surrounded the Chengyin Temple in the early morning.

Spring on the high mountain is always a little later than the bottom of the mountain, and it is already April, and in such an early morning, the spring breeze blows into the main hall with a cool feeling.

Dozens of monks closed their eyes, reciting the scriptures reverently, the wooden fish in their hands made a crisp sound regularly, and Yuan Bao also honestly sat cross-legged on the futon, learning the appearance of the master and the brothers, but she couldn't memorize those awkward scriptures, she could only read them randomly, and no one knew anyway.

Yuan Bao found that the old man's face was like an ancient well, and he would inadvertently show a smile as thin as water.

Compared with the troubled times, although the incense was prosperous, but it was the result of the people being displaced and having nothing to rely on, only begging for the blessing of the gods, the old man was so merciful and willing to take in the helpless himself, he must have preferred the current situation, although the temple was deserted, but the common people were rich.

"Distracted again." The old host's ring ruler gently tapped on the shoulder of the ingot, and among the many monks who worshipped the Buddha, only this girl looked around every now and then.

The girl who slipped away hurriedly sat upright, the futon under her knees was already warm, squinting her watery eyes, and looking at the bald brothers next to her.

Although she did not worship the Buddha sincerely, and the old master did not continue to discipline her, as long as it did not affect the novices' recitation, the old master did not have any more requirements for this playful girl.

Finally, it was time to worship the Buddha every morning. The pilgrims also almost arrived at the mountain gate, and the old master took the little monk to chant sutras for the pious pilgrims.

And the task that originally belonged to the wealth fans, the task of leading the worshippers of Qianshan from Chengyin School Palace and Dongshan to Chengyin Temple to worship incense fell on the head of Yuanbao alone.

Dressed like a monk, the girl tied up the trousers, the burlap shirt covered the petite body of Yuanbao, her hair was shaved very short and short, just like a boy, only the extraordinarily delicate face could see the appearance of a girl, the palm-sized little face still had sparse freckles, the nose and mouth were a little small, only a pair of eyes were extraordinarily bright, and big and bright, always dripping and turning.

In order to facilitate the passage, the master asked his two lay disciples to guide the pilgrims, although the signs marked and guided the way had already been made in the forest, and the pilgrims were able to come and go on their own, but this practice was still retained, just like the daily worship of the Buddha, which could not be lacking or discounted.

When the wealth fan is there, Yuan Bao will often follow him as a guide boy. Because staying in this temple is really boring, in addition to going to the mountain behind the temple to sweep, is to chop wood and carry water, or copy the scriptures that you can't understand, the senior brothers and disciples are closely guarded by the master, they are the future of Chengyin Temple, is the quasi-Buddha who is as deep as the sea with the Buddha, and is the Buddha in the hearts of the pilgrims, and she and the wealth fan, is the lay disciple who was picked up by the master, and the fate of the Buddha is only a little bit, can't be a Buddha, and be a boy is barely enough.

The twine backpack on the back of the ingots is a little heavy, and it is all local products given to the Chengyin School Palace. Although Shanxi and Shandong are only separated by a small distance, the crops that grow are still a little different, and after bringing the things in the temple to the palace, they will bring the things from the palace back to the temple. In addition to being a boy who guides the road, Yuan Bao also works as a porter.

The elder said that pilgrims can find their own way, and there is no shortage of food in the school palace and temple, but these are all practices, and they must not be sloppy.

"Master, is it also a practice for the wealth to go down the mountain?" On the day when the master allowed the wealth fan to go down the mountain, Yuan Bao asked the master like this.

"At that time, Xiaoshuang's cultivation was at the bottom of the mountain." The old man replied earnestly, and stroked the top of the ingot's head with some pity.

"Master, Master, I also want to go down the mountain with the money fan!" The two of them have been living together for almost twenty years, and Yuan Bao is reluctant to part with her wealthy brother, pulling the sleeves of her master's robe and being coquettish.

"Girl, your cultivation is here." The old master smiled and let Yuan Bao tug at his wide and broad sleeves, "Let's stay with Master for a few more days." ”

Yuan Bao always remembers that when he was very young, he was picked up by a wealth fan, and spent the days with a boy of his own age, he was hungry, and it seemed that it was winter all year round in the mountain temple.

Then he was picked up by his father, and when he came to this comfortable and rich temple, he no longer had to worry about food, and when he thought about it, it seemed that he had stayed in the temple for a longer time, a full twelve years.

Yuan Bao is reluctant to be a fan of money, and he is reluctant to be a teacher. It's not bad to simply wait for the money fans to come back in the mountains.

It's just that I suddenly found that there was suddenly less of the guy who was always gagging and jumping up and down, and the ingots were a little unaccustomed, thinking that they had been picked up by money fans since then, and this was the first time they had separated from him.

The mountain road was rugged, and the thin girl was a little struggling, so Yuan Bao put down the sackcloth backpack and rested against the big tree.

"Wang! Barking! The barking of the dog came from the woods, and in the distance, a big yellow dog ran over excitedly.

"Rhubarb!" Yuanbao's eyes lit up as she saw the big yellow dog she had raised with her money fan pounce on her.

The dog affectionately licked the side face of the ingots and rubbed the owner's arm. Yuan Bao scratched Rhubarb's chin, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Yuan Bao put the backpack on the back of the rhubarb and whistled easily and continued to hurry.

Rhubarb happily followed his master, following his master's footsteps.