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The swaying wooden corridor of the red bed has gradually become the place she is most familiar with. After www.biquge.info settled in a secluded house in the monastery, whenever the monk summoned her, she would put on her best clothes, groom herself in front of the bronze mirror, and go there to serve her monk.

He is the owner of this Jinlin Hongti Temple. It is still inherited from Jinlin Hongti Temple, the left temple of the past dynasties. At the foot of the Jinhong Mountain, the Jinlin Hongti Temple, the 12 branch temples that have been separated are all the same as the main Jincheng Hongyun Temple, and there are left and right temple protectors. In order to assist the temple in managing the affairs of the temple, the people who hold this position are all relatives.

And this monk of hers, the branch of Jinlin Hongti Temple, the ancestor of Yulin Jingshe. It is the first generation of Jinlin Hongti Temple, the sixth son of the ancestor of the temple Tumin. When the ancestor of Kaiyuan Temple Tumin was alive, Jingyu served as the protector of the left temple until today. And when his grandson Shuolin was the protector of the left temple, he got the second generation of the temple Zhengjing Tong, and was able to set up a branch under the temple, which is now the ancestor of Yulin Jingshe.

Pleasing him gradually became the only thing to do in the monastery. In return, he was rewarded with beautiful clothes, jewelry, and the most spacious pavilion in the secluded courtyard of the house. But it was precisely because he became his legal attendant that the sisters who lived in the house around him gradually became more and more estranged from her.

Until one day, he vomited and was found by the old lawkeeper in the house. She found out she was pregnant with his child. What awaited her next was a bowl, a bitter thick soup, and a grief that had never been felt before when she lost her blood and bones. During that time, she was the only one, lying pale on the vermilion lacquer bed in the silent pavilion that he had arranged for himself.

The swaying is still the same, the cold favor of the monk, after he was pregnant with him and lost his first child, he returned to the past. In this way, he has always been by his side, from the cardamom girl who has just become a legal servant, until her fragrance is gradually lost. She also conceived his child for the first time and never conceived his child again.

As she grew older, she gradually had some ideas of her own, which were very extravagant. That was to conceive a child, and she longed to have a child of her own. Although she knew that if she was pregnant again, what awaited her was still a bowl of bitter medicine. But she still can't stand the thoughts in her heart, and every time she dreams that she gives birth to a white and chubby baby.

The number of times he summoned himself to the wooden corridor of the water pavilion gradually became less. This time it was different from the past, in the past, he would also find some, other Dharma attendants in the monastery for them to serve. But this time, there were a few new servants who lived in their quiet house.

It's like a wheel of time, and back to the original starting point. Looking at the new maiden law, it seemed that he saw his former self again. One of the new Dharma attendants was the reason why he gradually stopped summoning him. She was replaced by the new maiden courtesy...

Gorgeous clothes and jewelry, as well as a spacious pavilion that I have lived in for many years in a quiet courtyard. All these things that were originally outside her body were also possessed by her after the new maiden gradually replaced her.

Gradually, her relationship with the sisters who had come here was gradually restored. Because it's not just herself who has also been replaced. The other sisters also passed away and were replaced by new servants. And they were replaced, after not being favored by the monks. can only become these newcomers, and whenever they are summoned to serve in the waterside wooden corridor, they change their clothes and groom. This reminded her of the old man who had combed and changed her clothes when she walked out of the chamberlain for the first and last time. It was as if those eyes, full of complexity, were still looking at her. And she was changing and combing the new legal attendant, but she also seemed to be looking at them with the eyes of the old legal attendant.

I thought that I was like this, slowly in the quiet courtyard, slowly dying of old age without anyone caring. But what I didn't expect was... She will be summoned one more day. When she learned that day that she was summoned by the monk again, she couldn't help but feel happy or hesitant in her heart.

Putting on the gorgeous clothes that were already a little old again, combing and coiling her hair and putting on the hairpin, she slowly walked to the water pavilion and wooden corridor that she had been familiar with for many years. But before she could enter the familiar wooden corridor courtyard, she was stopped by the monks guarding the courtyard door. As a result, she was very puzzled, and followed them to another place, a place she had never been before...

It was another courtyard, but she had never been to this courtyard. There are no water pavilions decorated with lotus flowers and red carp playing in the water, nor are there clean wooden corridors with carved beams and paintings, and there are no luxurious pavilions. Some were just heavy gasps and muffled moans of women coming from the rows of rather rudimentary houses.

Seeing all this in front of her, her heart couldn't help but panic. But before she could think about it, she was led by the two monks into an old blanket house covered with straw mats and white traces of dried evil things.

A strong force was pushed down on the straw mat and the old carpet when she just looked back. The two monks had already walked out, and it was a very simple house. After a while, a middle-aged monk in his forties appeared in the house. Looking at the monk who gradually closed the door of the house, her heart also sank to the bottom.

The sound of tearing and insulting was endless, rushing like a brute bull, and the burning heat that kept conquering her filled her heart with endless humiliation. But she had no other way but to serve the new monk who came into the house.

Tears gradually blurred her cheeks, and after a night of endless demand, the new monk put on his clothes and left the humble house as the sun grew brighter. Only she was left staring at the roof like a dead person.

He, the first man of his own, has served as a monk for many years. On that night she was given to her new monk. One of his monks and monastic masters...

Since that day, she has had the opportunity to be summoned by the monk. But the place to go is no longer there, the beautiful water pavilion wooden corridor in the past. Instead, it was replaced by a dark and dilapidated courtyard with rows of simple houses. And in those rows of humble houses, her new monk did not let her serve him alone.

Sometimes when she was summoned to the dark courtyard and entered the humble house, there were some people waiting for her to serve, and the monks asked her to serve the people who were pleased. Among them, there are many rude monks under the grace monks. In this way, when she serves the new monk, she also serves the other people who the monk wants her to serve... Use your own body to try to satisfy them...

Until she found out again that she was vomiting. She's pregnant again...

For the sake of this baby in her womb, she concealed the fact that she was pregnant with a child. She thought about it, so she just sneaked away. But she found that she couldn't even find her way down the mountain. Not to mention the temple where she has lived for many years, she has never really been familiar with it. She had lived in the mountains for so long that she had forgotten what the world was like outside the monastery. And his relatives, who have not been seen for many years, do not know whether they are alive or dead. The memory of my relatives is still stuck in my childhood, the moment when I was taken away by the old lawyer...

Weak concealment and helpless resistance, in the end, in exchange for the inevitable end. It's as if all of this has only one ending for her. She could only watch as the cruel reality befell her again.

The beatings and verbal abuse made her physically and mentally exhausted. Naked and curled up in a humble corner. After his benefactor learned that she was pregnant with a child, he was angry and angry at her. Although she repeatedly protected her somewhat bulging lower abdomen, she was ruthlessly kicked by the monk and lost her child.

Blood flowed through the mud in front of her eyes a moment before she lost consciousness in pain. She knew where the blood was coming from, and she kept praying to the Buddha in her heart to have mercy on the child in her womb, but it was all hopeless. Eventually, she collapsed in the corner of a humble house with her knees folded in front of her.

A bag of broken snacks wrapped in oiled paper became compensation for the loss of the child in her belly. Looking at the familiar "Suihezhai" font on the oil paper wrap. But she couldn't help but think of her first monk. In the past, he often ordered his monks to bring her delicious snacks.

And those small dots wrapped in oiled paper packets, are printed with the font number of "Suihezhai". This bag of broken snacks is supposed to be an offering for Hoai Sai and the temple. The obvious collision marks on the oiled paper package were caused by the small dots in the bag falling to the ground on the way to delivery. Therefore, it cannot be given as an offering to the monks in the temple who have a high position. Only then did it go into the hands of her, the current monk.

And the monk who kicked the child in his belly and knocked it out... He gave the bag of broken dots to herself as compensation for the loss of her child. stared blankly at the bag in front of her, using the small point she had lost the child in her belly, but she could only watch it silently...

It wasn't until she took the broken bag of snacks to the uninhabited stele forest in the mountain behind the temple that she wanted to eat it alone, but she didn't want to meet a new monk in the temple. And as soon as he appeared suddenly, he was shocked by the snack in his hand.

As if there was a destiny in the dark, looking at the poor monk in front of her, she couldn't help but think of the child in her belly who was lost again. Mother's love made her look at the monk in front of her, who had a small head and a thin body, and couldn't help but think about something else in her heart...

As a result, when eating the broken snacks in the oiled paper bag with the monks, he looked at him from time to time. Let Yaozu, who was sitting next to her, feel a little uncomfortable with her.

"Thank you, thank you.."

Just after the middle-aged woman, she always looked at him from time to time in her uneasiness. Yaozu and the middle-aged woman were speechless, and finished eating the bag of dirty and clean snacks. Yaozu, who stood up from the stone steps again, thanked the middle-aged woman while picking up the dirty cloth and continued to wipe the many remaining lanterns.

"You, by yourself... Can you finish wiping it? Why don't I wipe it for you? ”