Fu Lianzhao was buried in the first seven, Wu Shuyuan and Xiao Zong and others were all buried, the procession walked slowly through the streets and alleys, and the streets were crowded with people watching the excitement, with long tongues and short talks, sighing again and again.

When passing through the fork in the fairy lane in the south of the city, there was a woman standing quietly in the empty alley, wearing a gray cotton and linen monk's robe, a monk's hat on her head, Buddhist beads around her neck, tears in her eyes, and then bowing with her palms together, and chanting in her mouth: "Yangxi is here to bid farewell to Mrs. Amitabha Buddha...", tears spilled between his fingers, and he slowly raised his head when the funeral procession passed, "Yang Xi has taken refuge in Buddhism today, and from now on, he will burn incense and worship the Buddha every day, and pray for his wife to ascend to the Pure Land of Bliss as soon as possible... Amitabha..."Then Wan Er smiled, turned away with red eyes.

But it was said that Yang Xi fainted after rolling down the hill that day, and in the evening, she was fortunate to meet two female monks passing by to save her, and took her back to the Jingtai Temple of Lishan, and woke up the next day. Jingtai Temple is located in the belly of the mountain five miles away from the north city, is a Buddhist temple in Yanzhou for monks to participate in meditation and enlightenment, and is also the largest nunnery under its jurisdiction.

Yang Xi woke up in shock and hurriedly asked, "Where is this?" The female monk smiled faintly: "The donor is awake... This is the Gyoshigae Temple of Lishan. Yang Xi suddenly asked again: "You saved me?" The female monk said: "Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, Amitabha Buddha..."

"Why is the donor so flustered?" As soon as Yang Xi walked to the door of the meditation room, the monk asked again, and Yang Xi replied: "Thank you Master for saving your life, the little girl is entangled in important things, and she really can't stay for a long time." The monk smiled and said: "Panic is chaos, chaos is foolishness, foolishness is disaster; Quiet is clear, wisdom is wise, wisdom is blessing... Can the donor be calm? Yang Xi wanted to speak and stopped, thinking that he would break into the city in a panic like this, and it was very likely that he would be secretly poisoned before he saw Fu Lianzhao.

"The cause of the effect, the cause of the effect, the destiny of heaven is doomed, the blessing and the misfortune will be rewarded in the end, what is the use of the donor's urgency... The donor still followed me to the Buddha hall to burn incense, meditate and then make a decision. The monk persuaded her, Yang Xi was anxious and confused, and she really didn't come up with any good way, so she went with the monk after thinking about it.

Yang Xi calmed down and burned incense to worship the Buddha, praying for the Bodhisattva to bless Xiao Wei safe and sound, after the ceremony, the monk took her to the meditation room, handed her a set of monk's clothes and said: "The donor or change into this monk's clothes and go down the mountain quickly... May the Bodhisattva bless... Amitabha..."After saying that, he went out, and Yang Xi hurriedly said goodbye and went down the mountain after changing into monk's clothes.

Yang Xi pretended to be a female monk and rushed to the city, and when she passed by a steamed bun stall, she overheard two old women babbling, one said: "You said how pitiful the eldest lady of the Assassin Mansion was, but the daughter was recovered, but this life was gone, it was too miserable..." The other old woman stared at her in astonishment.

"What are you talking nonsense! That eldest lady is obviously alive and well, how can you be told to be dead?! Yang Xi walked over and complained angrily, and the old woman looked at her with white eyes and said, "Hey! You little nun is so fierce that you look like a monk, and you talk like a cannon! That lady died yesterday, how can we say that she died! Don't believe me, ask everyone! Yang Xi didn't want to believe it.

Yang Xi snorted and walked away, along the way and stopped a few travelers to interrogate, the travelers all said that Fu Lianzhao was dead, Yang Xi was shocked and hurriedly walked towards the Thorn Shi Mansion, when he arrived at the street near the Thorn Shi Mansion, he heard the mourning music, and saw the white flags hanging high in front of the house fluttering in the wind, Yang Xi suddenly burst into tears, hid his face and sobbed, and then rushed to the door but was stopped by the guards, Yang Xi only said that he was a female monk of Jingtai Temple, and begged to enter the house to condole, but the guards did not allow it with a cold face.

"Where did the mad nun come from! If you don't get out of the way, I'll get you! The guards pushed Yang Xi to the ground, and when Yang Xi struggled to get up, he saw a maid hurriedly coming from the inner courtyard, it was Sanhua, Yang Xi hurriedly got up and turned around. Sanhua calmly ordered loudly: "The mourning hall of the eldest lady has been set up, there are many people mourning today, in order to ensure the safety of the princess and the orderly funeral, the little lady orders you to strictly guard, and the people who enter and exit must be strictly checked, and the idle rats, those who steal chickens and dogs are not allowed to mix into the house!" "The guards stood solemnly and loudly.

When Sanhua turned around to leave, she suddenly looked back and saw Yang Xi standing not far from the door, Yang Xi was holding her head down motionless, listening quietly. Sanhua slowly leaned over strangely, and at this time, suddenly another maid hurried to the door, saying that the little lady had something important to find her, Sanhua then turned around, looked back at Yang Xi and ordered: "Like this, the wild monks and nuns come in, drive them away!" "Then I hurried away.

The guards shouted to her to go, and at this time Yang Xi didn't seem to want to quarrel anymore, bowed his head and endured his voice, like an old woman, with a thousand pounds of heavy stones tied to her feet, and slowly walked towards the depths of the alley, leaving two lines of tears floating in the wind, dripping between the remnants of flowers and leaves, and the bluestone cracks.

Walking through the winding road, crossing the mountains and forests, Yang Xi, who was in a trance, looked up at the remnant sun that was about to set in the west and smiled, and then climbed the mountain stone steps leading to the gate of Jingtai Temple, standing in front of the quiet and secluded but slightly cold and lonely temple gate, and suddenly two tears slowly slipped down in his desolate and vast eyes.

Yang Xi shaved the ordination that night, wore a monk's robe, twisted a finger of Buddha beads, knelt in front of the Buddha and closed his eyes to calm his mind, and sincerely prayed, this kneeling was a whole night.

Fu Lianzhao was stunned, and Yang Xi, who had time to repay his kindness in the future, also saw through the rights and wrongs of the red dust world, love and hatred, and let go of distracting thoughts and realized the empty door, as the so-called:

When will Hongchen's grievances end, and when will the worldly enmity end.

cut off three thousand threads of trouble, and from then on became a bhikshuni.