Along the way, swaying around, squeezing around, bustling outside the car, full of people, finally arrived at Lingyin Temple, the carriage with the money curtain opened a special exception to enter, and the car touched the ground under his feet, Cheng Yingyu also felt that his temples were buzzing and swollen.

"Okay." Rong Wei, who was accustomed to being silent next to him, sighed, mixed with Zhao Xiche's surprise call, and only one word could be uttered, okay.

Cheng Yingyu looked at the face of this Lingyin Temple, and understood how this good word encompassed the mountains and seas.

The green shade of the Suluo tree is like a canopy, the camphor is ghostly, the north peak is covered with green barriers, the flying peak is lush and lush, mixed with the maple leaves like fire, the ginkgo biloba is golden, the sunlight in the mottled and sparse shadow is like a copper coin, and the green brick ground is sprinkled with a pool of gold.

The main hall is splendid, the hall is smoky, the yellow wall is black tile, the gray Maitreya Arhat stone statue is bright red prayer card, the prayer building flutters and the bronze bell is melodious, the little monk who sweeps the floor salutes, the eyebrows and eyes are raised, and the Buddha enters the heart.

How can life be more satisfying, everything is only half satisfied. A couplet at the gate, close to the west sky.

Cheng Yingyu immediately straightened her clothes and sideburns, dusted off the mud on the soles of her feet, put on incense, donated the threshold, glanced back at the five people, and raised her eyebrows: "Everyone go by yourself and disperse?" ”

Everyone looked at Su Qian in unison, who touched his nose and tentatively said, "Niece, this ...... The carriage back ......"

Cheng Ying was funny. It turned out that she remembered this, and she wanted to rub the car when she went back, as if she was afraid that she would slip away by herself.

"Uncle, rest assured, you are also relieved. When we went back, we went back together, and two hours later the carriage was waiting at the gate of the temple. Cheng Yingyu told the groom.

Only then did everyone relax their hearts. The swarm of bees dispersed, those who begged for signatures begged for signatures, and those who ate vegetarian fasting went to eat vegetarian fasting, and Cheng Yingyu was left alone in an instant.

"My Buddha is compassionate. The little master pleased. Cheng Yingyu bowed to the little monk, "The little girl wants to ask for marriage, but she doesn't know where to go?" ”

The little monk is tenched: "The female donor is polite." People in the world say that if you want to get married, you should go to the temple of Medicine Buddha and go this way. The female benefactor should remember that if she is sincere, the world will see the Buddha. ”

After that, the little monk ignored Cheng Ying's words, lowered his head and swept the floor silently, and Suo Luohua fell all over his shoulders.

Cheng Ying thanked him. Just want to go but feel wrong, the last sentence seems to have a deep meaning, on the other hand, the wealth of the wealth, the worship of the official, the people of the world who do not read a word of the Buddha on weekdays, only to remember to call the three treasures, get off the car and go straight to the palace of the steward, as if shopping on the street.

If the heart is sincere, heaven and earth will see the Buddha, if there is no sincerity, there will be no Buddha to worship.

"Thank you, little master, for your advice." With a flash of inspiration, Cheng Ying was amazed, and he bowed to the sweeping monk, and then bowed to Maitreya in the current Heavenly King Palace.

"Eh, worship is wrong, Maitreya doesn't care about marriage." The pilgrim who missed the hearing next to him laughed.

Cheng Yingyu didn't hear it, bowed deeply, knocked his head on the futon, and secretly thought in his heart that the thief surnamed Zhao in the imperial palace, the Buddha blessed, this person, want.

got up and walked to the nearby Daxiong Treasure Hall, Cheng Yingyu bowed to Sakyamuni again, although there was a discussion of "worshipping wrong" next to her, she was also calm and calm, and the Buddha was meticulous.

So, get up again, come to the Tibetan scripture building Dharma Hall, worship Huayan Sansheng, and then to the Medicine Temple, worship the Medicine Buddha, worship the Arhat in the Five Hundred Arhat Hall, worship the Daoji Hall in the Daoji Temple, all the way do not care about the marriage, see the Buddha then kneel, see Guanyin then salute, see the Arhat then respect, there is a posture of worshiping all the Buddhas in this Lingyin Temple.

Not to mention the treasure elephant in the temple, there are stone Buddhas in the north peak Feilai Peak, and it is not an easy job to worship all of them.

"Little lady, it's enough to ask for marriage and worship the Medicine Master's Palace. If you want to finish all the prayers for a few hours, be careful that your knees are broken. The pilgrim next to him persuaded him that he couldn't bear to see the girl's disgraced face.

Cheng Yingyi just shook her head kindly, and then continued to bow down, without the slightest suspicion or hesitation, until her knees were tingling and her forehead was red and swollen, and she refused to stop.

The little monk was right, what she should worship is not a medicine hall, but sincerity, and what should be honored is not a certain Buddha, but the Buddha's heart.

Seek heaven and earth, seek all living beings, ask for mountains and seas without obstacles, and ask for a him. Buddha blessed.

So a few hours passed, the thin shadow walked through the bustling, from the temple to the mountain all the way to kneel and worship, if there was no one around, there was no dust between the eyebrows, blood seeped out from the knees, kneeling down two blood marks, the little monk who swept the floor silently followed her, wiped the seal clean, and handed her a bowl of water.

"Sss gasped, Cheng Ying couldn't help it, her forehead and knees hurt too much, and she almost didn't stand firm when she got up.

"Be careful." A familiar male voice came from her ear, and a hand held her arm, with the scent of wisteria, defeated.

Cheng Yingyu turned his head and faced a pair of jade pupils: "Sir? ”

"Sit down and rest. I ordered someone to get the medicine for the wound, and if you don't deal with the wound on your knee, you won't be able to finish worshipping if you want to. Qian Mu didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, twisted Cheng Ying to rest under the shade of the tree, and there was a bottle of gold sore medicine in his palm.

"How did the gentleman come here?" Cheng Yingyu quickly pulled out her hand, and then looked, the sweeping monk also left, and there were only two of them left in the place.

Cheng Ying moved a few steps, sat on the opposite side, deliberately distanced himself from Qian Mu, did not refuse the medicine, took it and sprinkled it on the knee injury, the two of them were back to back, separated by a saura tree, except for the sound that could be heard, no one could see anyone.

Qian Mu's eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything, leaning against the green shadow, and said to the woman on the back of the trunk: "Come and ask for the Buddha." The Qian family wants to be a housewife, although the ten days are tight, there must still be a process. Therefore, as the head of the family, he came to seek the Tao, and Bu Bu Ji was fierce. ”

With a clear sound, the vial was thrown from the back of the trunk.

"Thank you, sir, for the medicine. Worship is still to worship, Xiao Thirteen will leave after resting, Mr. has been busy recently, pay more attention to his body. Cheng Ying responded politely and detachedly.

Qian Mu tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Is it marriage...... Ask him? ”

"Yes." Cheng Yingyu immediately replied, bit her lip, and added, "If you have time later, Xiao Thirteen will also pray for Mr. May the gentleman choose a good wife and a good man. ”

"Then thank you Little Thirteen." Qian Mu laughed loudly, and there was a saloon tree in the middle, and he couldn't see what this smile was.

The two men fell silent. The yellow, yellow, green and green leaves fall, disturbing the sunlight and shadows of the place, rippling and rippling.

"Little Thirteen." Qian Mu spoke first, and his tone was unpleasant, "After following him, there will be a lot of difficulties that you can't think about now." He is the crown prince, family affairs are state affairs, and sometimes he will even sacrifice his back house for the court, you must be mentally prepared. ”

Cheng Yingyu wanted to defend himself, saying that Zhao Xixing was not that kind of person, but after thinking about it again, he still listened obediently: "Okay." ”

"There is also a harem separated from the previous dynasty, you can't take the initiative to see him, he can only summon you. If the previous dynasty is busy, it is possible that you will not set foot in the harem for several months, you have to have your own fun, painting, embroidering and stroking the qin, and you don't have to wait for him. Qian Mu spoke eloquently, calmly and gently.

"Okay." Cheng Yingyu deserves to be a little unstable, this voice is like an elder sending his younger generation to marry, telling her how to be a wife and how to give him a surname.

"Even if he ascends the throne as emperor in the future, don't be afraid of him. You yourself are Cheng Thirteen, the Empress of Minde, and you are not inferior to him. If you really can't stand the anger, go back to Jixiangpu, if you can't do it, come to Jiangnan, and the sky will fall to protect you. ”

"The matter of heirs, give birth to boys and girls, give birth to a few, don't be led by his nose, and don't pay attention to what the officials say. Giving birth to nine deaths and one life, the midwife has to choose to listen to you, regardless of whether the dragon is a dragon or not, remember to keep it big. If you can't find it, the gentleman will pick the midwife and send it to you. ”

"There are also saints and successors, respect is what should be respected, and patience can be endured for a while, but there must be a thread in your heart. If you cross the line, you should scold the one who should go back, and you should do it again. If he stands on the side of the saint and the successor, tell the gentleman, and the gentleman will take the whole Jiangnan to stand on your side. ”

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The man chattered, broken thoughts, from the world of his mother to the firewood, rice, oil and salt, afraid that he would be deceived for the rest of his life after handing over you, afraid that he would not smile at you, and even more afraid that you would forget that I will always be behind you.

"Sir, please don't say it, Little Thirteen has written it down, it's all written down." Cheng Ying covered her mouth, and her throat was sour, which made her eyes red.

"My little thirteen, I don't have to be so wronged by myself." The man said lightly, and finally stopped, and the boy from many years ago said the same, the sound of the mist and the overlapping of the two figures.

Sir, she didn't lose after all. And he finally became a gentleman again.

handed over his little thirteen, sent her to the rest of her chosen life, and said only a little mother-in-law, congratulations, cherish, if you are wronged, come back at any time.

Cheng Yingyu couldn't see the expression of the man behind the tree, but she believed that just like the young man behind the Su embroidery screen, her husband brought her the gentleman in the world, and there must be the most beautiful smile and light in the world.

Sending you a thousand miles must be goodbye in the end. Congratulations, cherish.

Cheng Yingyu stood up and took a deep breath, just as the bell rang in the deep mountains, there were Buddhas and flowers silent, the destiny of all living beings was vast, the strings were plucked, and then set off, the rivers and lakes were vast.

"Thank you, sir. Xiao Thirteen prayed again that Mr. had a smooth future, and he would continue to worship the Buddha, Mr., please go back. Cheng Ying brushed away the fallen leaves and said goodbye.

After a long silence, there was a faint sentence behind the tree: "Little Thirteen will go first...... Sir, I ...... Sit a little longer. ”

The voice finally trembled.

Cheng Yingyu suppressed the legs that subconsciously wanted to turn over, took three steps back, and bowed down to the trunk, it was a teacher-student ceremony, when she first saw him when she was five years old, she bowed to him, and then left and never looked back.

……

"Under Gongzi Fei, not talented, he was added as a thirteen girl's master."

"You are so young, it is too old to call the Master. Why don't I call you, sir! ”

"Good. How about calling the girl Little Thirteen? ”

"Yes, yes!"

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Little Thirteen, don't leave it at that.