"I thought about it last night, I was angry, the girl's family, the third watch climbed the man's roof in the middle of the night, this is also a lady? To put it mildly, you've just escaped! How can such a woman be worthy of the prince of the world? The princess was so black-hearted, she must have known that something was wrong with Miss Chu San! I know you're stupid and I found you such a dominatrix! The little one has never seen that kind of woman when he is so big, and he takes the initiative to ...... people."

"Jingyu." Xiao Xu interrupted Jingyu's words.

"Master?"

"Shut up."

Jingyu: "...... Be. ”

The guard Zhang Li said in a deep voice: "The prince suspected the origin of Miss Chu San, so he ran away from the marriage?" The subordinates are also very suspicious, she is a beautiful lady, where did she get such ability? ”

All the guards nodded.

Xiao Xu suddenly said: "She does have suspicions. But I'm not running away for the sake of running away from marriage. ”

When the words fell, several guards looked at each other, and suddenly remembered what they heard Xiao Xu say last night, "Eight sedan chairs, Ming Media is marrying." ”

Could it be that the son of the world escaped from marriage just to delay time to find a way?

Jingyu couldn't help smacking her tongue: "Lord Shizi, did you really choose her?" ”

Xiao Xu did not answer.

"But the prince of the world, if you want to marry the Ming Media with eight sedan chairs, you still have to go through the mansion, the prince has not been in the mansion for many years, and the princess has such a temperament, I'm afraid this is not easy to do."

"It can be done." Xiao Xu's face was calm.

The rest of the people became more and more smacked when they saw this, and they became even more curious about Miss Chu San. What happened last night that they don't know that could make the prince so desperate?

At this time, Chu Junlan was standing at the foot of the mountain, and the husband sent her here with someone back, but he left her here alone, and he didn't plan to take her back to the city.

Chu Junlan straightened his skirt indifferently and looked back at the mountain.

Now it is the height of summer, the grass and trees are vigorous, the air is sweet, the road up the mountain winds in the green shade, standing at the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely see the top corner of Daci Temple.

Chu Junlan walked up and took this opportunity to exercise and recover his strength.

The original biological mother, Lu, was the palace maid of Concubine Shu, Chu Cailiang did not dare to offend the favored concubine, and never dared to continue the string, and only handed over the matter of the feed to Aunt Wang. The Wang family deliberately wanted to raise her, but they didn't bind her feet, and now a pair of heavenly feet made Chu Junlan very satisfied.

As I approached the top of the mountain, I suddenly saw a clear vision.

In front of the square paved with stone bricks, Daci Temple is majestically entrenched, the black background gold plaque of the three words "Daci Temple" is hung high, the mountain gate is wide open, and the monk who knows the guest sees Chu Junlan and immediately greets him.

"Lord Chu?"

Chu Junlan nodded.

The monk raised his hand to invite: "The old fairy has been waiting for the donor for a long time, please come with the poor monk." ”

Chu Junlan kept up with the pace of the monk who knew the guest.

Daci Temple occupies an extremely wide area, the building is majestic, through the gate, you will see the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Dawang Palace, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and so on are arranged from south to north, the heavy eaves rest the mountain, and the bucket arches are stacked on top of each other.

Chu Junlan followed the monk to the Tibetan scriptures, and saw the two old men sitting opposite each other at the stone table and drinking tea.

The one on the left is wearing a robe and is the national teacher Huici who came to the Chu family last time. The white-bearded old man on the right who was stiff and thin, but in good spirits, thought to be the "old immortal" Master Zongming.

Chu Junlan stepped forward and folded his hands in salute.

Master Zongming's snow-white long eyebrows almost hung down at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were shining, he looked at Chu Junlan, suddenly closed his eyes, and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, donor, please sit down." ”

"Thank you, Master." Chu Junlan Shi Shiran sat down, and the monk brought hot tea, and she also took it generously.

Master Zongming's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "Female donor, the old man watched the stars last night and saw a strange light coming, so I asked the donor to come and talk about it." ”

She was an outsider, but so what? Now that she has completely fused with this body, who can say that she is not Chu Junlan?

"If the master has something to say, you might as well say it directly."

As if he couldn't imagine Chu Junlan to be so calm, Master Zongming said: "Amitabha, the old man thinks that everything in the world has its own fate, and all kinds of life and death changes cannot be forced, what does the donor think?" ”

"The master's Buddhism is profound, the little woman is shallow, she doesn't understand so many exquisite truths, the little woman only knows that people's lives are destined for three points, seven points on their own, and the difficulties are present, gritting their teeth and breaking through the past, if they give up the right to fight because of 'life and death changes cannot be forced', then how can they be worthy of people?"

"The donor is in love. The face of the old man looks at the donor, you should have died young, you come from somewhere, go to your own place, conform to the destiny of heaven is the right way, if you go against the sky, I am afraid it will be a disaster for the common people in the world, Amitabha, dust to dust, earth to earth, to be quiet. ”

Master Zong Ming's words frequently turned his eyes sideways.

Chu Junlan raised his eyebrows with his arms crossed, and chuckled: "So, the old immortal said, 'You should have died young', and you should 'obey the destiny of heaven', so I should die obediently?" ”

"Donor, for the sake of the world, why bother here?"

"A good sentence for the people of the world." Chu Junlan stood up and gathered his sideburns, "It turns out that you masters are all generous to others, and as soon as your upper lip touches your lower lip, you let others die from the perspective of justice?" Isn't there a time when the master is wrong? Aren't you afraid that you will miscalculate and take someone else's life for nothing? ”

"Amitabha!" Huici got up and said in a deep voice: "Why should the female benefactor be aggressive! Master Zongming thinks about the people of the world, you alone, compared with all the people in the world, what is it? ”

"Hah! Joke! I am one of the people of the world, what is the comparison? Besides, who is in the way of my life? You find an unverifiable reason for me to die, I don't die, but I am a wicked person who does not think about the world? Why? Is it because you are a national teacher, or because you live longer than others? ”

"Donor, don't be obsessed!"

"You guys are great!" Chu Junlan turned around with a sneer, his long half-draped hair flying behind him, "I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request." My life, my own words! ”

After that, he left in style.

Master Hui Ci looked at Chu Junlan's back with a heavy face, turned around and asked, "Master, forgive the disciple for being stupid, could this woman be the one who took away and was reborn as recorded in the book?" ”

Master Zongming shook his head, "Lao Wei has been practicing for more than a hundred years, and he can be said to be the person closest to the Heavenly Dao in this world. This woman is different from the world, the resentment is too heavy, if it is really a person who takes away the adult, it is okay, I am afraid that she is a non-human monster, and she will be a disaster in the world in the future, and the world will be chaotic. ”

Hui Ci Guoshi's first way is.

Master Zongming pondered for a moment, suddenly opened his eyes, and commanded in a deep voice: "Order the Eighteen Arhats of the Vajra Hall to surround and suppress this woman!" ”

"Master?" Master Hui Ci was stunned, "You really want to kill her?" ”

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will be burdened by killing the old man for the sake of all the people in the world." Master Zongming closed his eyes and said no more.