And from Mrs. Jingci's description, Mo Keke also learned the truth of the matter little by little.

It turned out that Jingci, who was young and ignorant, didn't feel that falling in love with a monk was a big rebellion. After all, she was a little nun herself.

After returning from the White Horse Temple, Jing Ci officially grew her long hair, imagining the day she would marry Hui Jing. It's a pity that her little bit of caution still didn't escape the master's eyes after all.

Finally, under the temptation of the master, she spoke shyly and said the name of her sweetheart.

It's just that she didn't expect that when she said the word Huijing, her master's expression was like five thunderbolts, both disappointed and regretful.

She didn't understand Master's reaction, but continued to stimulate Master: "Master, didn't you say a long time ago that as long as I reach my age, I can grow my hair and return to the vulgar and marry and start a family?" ”

Yes, she didn't know at that time that once a monk entered the Buddhist gate, he couldn't easily return to the world. At least, in the history of the White Horse Temple, there has never been a monk who is still a layman, not to mention, what she wants to marry is Huijing, who is most likely to become a monk in the future of the White Horse Temple.

"Jingci, a monk is not allowed to marry a wife."

She still remembers that Master's tone was full of despair and helplessness.

But at that time, the young Jingci didn't want to believe it at all, she thought that the reason why the master opposed it was to protect the face of the White Horse Temple and Shuiyue Nunnery, and she didn't think about her lifelong happiness at all.

In a fit of anger, he quarreled with the master and broke up unhappily.

And, in the days that followed, she frequently wrote to Huijing, because she believed that although Huijing didn't say it explicitly, she must also like her, as long as they returned to the vulgar together and settled in a farther place, they would definitely become a pair of fairy couples.

Finally, in a correspondence, Hui Jing told her that he was already thinking about something vulgar and prepared her to be his bride.

It's a pity that this love letter is also the last letter Huijing wrote to her.

Since then, no matter how much she contacted Hui Jing, Hui Jing never heard from her again. At first, she thought that Hui Jing was busy and preparing to return to the vulgar.

Although I was anxious, I was able to persuade myself to be patient. But as time passed little by little, a month, two months, half a year, she finally couldn't help it.

She begged Master again to help her, but what could her Master do? In addition to comforting her, he could only accompany her quietly.

After a while, the master told her that the White Horse Temple had released news that a group of young monks were going out to travel, and Hui Jing was on the list.

But a journey is a journey, a journey like an ascetic, not something vulgar, and you can't marry her.

Hearing the news, Huijing fell seriously ill, she hated Huijing for lying to her, and hated him so much.

However, a woman's heart is soft after all, even if she says she wants to let go, even if she feels that it is negative to him. But in the dead of night, she always fantasizes about whether all this is Huijing's delaying tactic. Perhaps, he really has something hidden that is inconvenient to say?

It wasn't until the next Buddhist exchange conference five years later, only this time, it was held at Suigetsu-an.

In fact, at such times, little nuns like them, who have not officially become monks, should retreat to the backyard to avoid suspicion.

But because Hui Jing's name appeared on the list, her master made an exception and let Jing Ci, who had long hair, stay. In order to give his precious apprentice, an answer.

In five years, the bald little girl who came out of the country transformed into a beautiful beauty with long hair fluttering, and the hard days did not destroy Jingci's beauty. On the contrary, there was a quiet temperament, which made Huijing see her at a glance in the crowd.

At this time, Hui Jing is no longer the little monk five years ago, but now he has dark skin, a strong body, and tough facial features.

The goodbye of the two people was just silent for each other, and there were no waves. It's as if they're all waiting for the other person to speak first.

After all, five years is enough time to change a lot of things.

Finally, the night before leaving, Hui Jing took the initiative to walk to Jingci's door, hesitated for a long time, and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

Through the door, the two were silent for a long time, but fortunately, Jingci understood that this time might be the last hope for her and Huijing in this life.

"Is it still vulgar?"

Listening to the slightly choked female voice in the room, Huijing hesitated for a long time, and finally said again: "I'm sorry." Then, he walked away quickly.

Leaving a person in peace, he wept silently and sat until dawn.

Looking at the sun in the early morning, Jingci finally decided to cut off a green silk hair, and from then on, the green lantern ancient Buddha lived this life.

Although this matter has been decades in the past, today's Jingci has long been a well-known and respected teacher.

But the older I get, the clearer it becomes when I was young. Especially in recent years, she feels that her body is getting worse and worse.

"Over the years, I have persuaded countless people, and they will say, let go, that is, relieved. But when I think back on my life, only this incident, every time I think of it, it is like a fish in my throat.

Today, the poor nuns had the courage to drag the little benefactor to the White Horse Temple, walked around, and asked, why? It is also good that the poor nun can close his eyes with peace of mind after death. ”

"Of course, please also ask Shitai to point out the direction of the White Horse Temple." Mo Keke said respectfully.

Seeing that Mo Keke's eyes were sincere and his attitude was respectful, Mrs. Jingci's heart was also greatly relaxed, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little expectation.

Because in Mrs. Jingci's heart, although this young love is deep, it becomes more and more difficult to talk about as she gets older.

Now that she asks for help, she is naturally a little worried that Mo Keke will despise her. Fortunately, in Mo Keke's eyes, gods and Buddhas also have love, and nuns and monks fall in love, although they are not allowed to be worldly, but they are not a big deal.

What's more, people don't hurt anyone, they don't do anything, and they are born from the heart, how can they be despised by them.

"The White Horse Temple was originally located near Lanling City, but with the decline of Lanling City decades ago, the White Horse Temple also opened a large array to protect the temple and hide in the mountains and forests.

But it doesn't matter, you just need to take this wooden hairpin of mine and go to the old site of the White Horse Temple, xxxx, xxxx. Shouting, you are from Shuiyue Nunnery, asking to see Master Huijing. At that time, if someone comes to pass the word, you can hand it to the wooden hairpin, and he will meet you. ”

When the words fell, Mrs. Jingci also handed over a wooden hairpin with a simple shape.

Although Mo Keke looked at it and felt that it was very ordinary, but when he clicked on the system introduction, he found that this was actually a thing that was carefully polished by Hui Jing with a knife and a knife, and it can be regarded as a thing of love between the two.

is so precious, so that Mo Coco does not dare to despise it.