"What happened to the donor?" Master Puhui asked gently.

The Song Painting Temple knew that Master Puhui's question must have a deep meaning, but the Song Painting Temple did not understand tea at all. In my previous life, I mostly drank mineral water, and I have never tasted good tea in this life. She simply replied, "The tea is quite fragrant."

"Hahahaha." After hearing this, Master Puhui not only did not get annoyed, but laughed.

Song Huaci looked inexplicable, but Master Puhui said: "Great foolishness is great wisdom, the donor has some obstacles in his heart, and it is rare to be able to answer the analogy."

Song Huaci was silent in her heart, where was she as good as he said. Putting down the teacup, Song Huaci replied: "The master has won the award."

Pu Hui smoothed his beard, looked at the Song Painting Temple and said, "The donor came today, which means that you have a relationship with the poor monk." If the donor wants to say anything, the old man knows everything. ”

Song Huaci thought about it, and it seemed that none of her troubles could be solved by the person in front of her, so she said, "I just heard from the little master that the master can solve the sign?"

As if knowing that she would ask such a question, Master Puhui immediately said to Kong Ming, "Go and get the lot."

Song Huaci held the sign box, shook it intently, and listened to the "click" of the sign falling to the ground, and Song Huaci's heart trembled. She didn't believe in Buddhism, but today for some reason, she will also worry about signing a document.

Master Puhui took the sign, was silent for a moment, and handed the signatory back to the Song Painting Temple. Looking at the signature, Song Huaci's eyes widened, because there were five words clearly written on it-

Huang Sign, Emperor Yan.

"The signing document is only a guide, and the road still has to be walked by itself. The donor's experience was extraordinary, and the old man did not dare to say more. It's just that through this lot, the old man can tell the donor a Buddha's truth. ”

"Master, please speak." Since the Song Painting Temple drew out the signature, there were many doubts in his heart, and the confusion was even worse.

"Once upon a time there was a goldsmith, and most of what he saw in his life was silver and gold. At the time of reincarnation, the Buddha said that there were only pure things in his eyes, and in order to let him cultivate the 'impure view', he let him see the lotus flower bloom from the mud, and the goldsmith had an epiphany. Master Puhui said slowly, without further words.

Until the Song Painting Temple came out of the Zen Academy, Master Puhui's words have been lingering in my ears. Does he mean that all the defilement and suffering that she is experiencing now or in the future is a pre-Buddhahood experience?

Becoming a Buddha? How to become a Buddha? How long does it take to become a Buddha? Where is the Buddha? The Song Painting Temple had no clue.

At this time, the Song Painting Temple could not understand the Buddhist language, so it was decided to put it aside for the time being, and there will be its own facts in the future. However, Master Puhui's words are like dandelion seeds, which seem to fall very lightly, but in fact they will bloom a large flower in the coming year.

"Didn't you just see Master Puhui, why, did you start to ignore people?" Song Zhiyao stood next to a blooming red plum tree, and felt insulted when she saw that Song Huaci walked straight over as if she hadn't seen her.

Song Huaci was still thinking about Master Puhui's words, and he didn't pay attention to who was around him at all. Hearing Song Zhiyao's voice, he raised his head, and was silent for a moment before he said, "Big sister is fine."

"Hmph." Song Zhiyao glanced at her, tilted her head and didn't speak.

"If the big sister is okay, I'll go first." The Song Painting Ancestral Hall left after the ceremony.

Song Zhiyao was still waiting for the Song Painting Temple to tell what Master Puhui said, but she didn't expect the Song Painting Temple to leave like this. But didn't she just want to know these things when she stood here early to block the Song Painting Temple? She was anxious all of a sudden, and shouted at the back of the Song Painting Temple: "Hey, you dare to leave before the eldest sister speaks, who taught the rules?"

But Song Huaci didn't seem to hear it, and ignored her at all, which made Song Zhiyao jump to her feet with anger.

Song Huaci went to ask Yao to find a room to rest and recuperate. As they wish, the evening is the main event.

The environment of the wing room where the Song Painting Ancestral Hall lives is not bad, quiet and elegant, suitable for rest. Because the temple is located in the middle of the mountain, the climate is colder than that under the mountain, so plum blossoms and green bamboos grow luxuriantly.

Sitting in the small courtyard to enjoy the flowers, I listened to the monks of the temple said that a few days ago Anguo Temple held a puja, and Master Puhui personally painted the "mandala". Today is the last day of the puja, and in the evening all the exquisite "mandalas" will be thrown into the water and gone with the water.

"Wouldn't it be a pity that the 'mandala' that took so long to build just entered the water like this?" Song Huaci asked.

"The life and death of the 'mandala' originally represented a reincarnation, and it was a pity that the donor could go there to see it then." The monk explained.

Hearing what the monk said, Song Huaci probably guessed what excuse those people were going to use to trick her out. It's the same as the last time I worshiped my mother, and there is nothing new.

Sure enough, in the evening, Song Zhiyao's maidservant went to the wing room of the Song Painting Temple and said: "Madame, please ask the fourth lady to go to watch the "mandala into the water" ceremony, the fourth lady will clean up, and the slave will take you over." ”

Madam? She didn't know when Mrs. Song would carry Aunt Yao to the room.

Song Zhiyao put down the teacup in her hand and raised her eyes to look at her: "What about Aunt Yao and the eldest sister?" I'll go with them. ”

The maidservant obviously choked: "Madame and eldest lady are ready to go."

"The last time I went to the temple to worship my mother, I was also taken by a maid, and something almost happened. If my aunt leaves first, then please return to my aunt, and I won't go today. "The Song Painting Temple looked non-negotiable.

The maidservant had no choice but to retreat.

Song Huaci held his head with his hands, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. Song Zhiyao, I didn't let you come, it's just that those who wish to take the bait.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Zhiyao came angrily. She was still resentful that Song Huaci had drawn the "Wang Lot" and ignored her just now, and looked at Song Huaci with disdain and said, "You are so timid, I really don't know how Master Puhui likes you." Don't clean up yet, I'll see how I clean you up when I'm late. ”

Song Huaci stood up and replied calmly: "It's already packed, let's go."

Song Zhiyao's anger was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and she didn't know how to send it. She didn't bother with the Song Painting Temple for the time being, turned around and left, waiting to clean her up later.

The sky was getting dark, and the maids walked in front with lanterns, followed by Song Zhiyao.

Halfway through, a birdsong came from out of nowhere in the silent mountain temple. Song Zhiyao suddenly stopped and ran back, while the maidservant girl holding the lamp in front of her grabbed the Song Painting Temple and didn't let her move.

There was a "squirping" sound in the woods, and someone was approaching them through the woods.

Song Painting Temple, Qi Jiao, Hui Fang are all good at martial arts, Qi Jiao and Hui Fang restrained those maids in a few moments, and Song Painting Temple took three steps and two steps to detain Song Zhiyao in his arms.

"What are you doing at the Song Painting Temple, let go of me!" Song Zhiyao struggled and rebuked loudly in anger.

The Song Painting Ancestral Hall was not chaotic, and it did not give Song Zhiyao a chance to break free at all. She smiled faintly and looked at the few black-clothed men standing not far in front of her: "What do I do?" I also want to ask my sister where these people come from. ”

Song Zhiyao didn't expect things to turn out like this, she came here purely because she felt that Song Huaci would never be able to escape the killer of the five princes, so she was going to get the signature she drew from her after Song Huaci was captured, who knew that the first person to be captured was herself.

"Song Huaci, you hurt me today, Daddy and the Fifth Prince will never let you go!" Song Zhiyao threatened the Song Painting Temple.

"Oh? You said that Daddy still believes me, the fifth prince? You dream. ”

The men in black looked at the situation in front of them and discussed a few words in a low voice. reminds me of the sentence of the fifth prince, "No matter what happens, you must catch the Song Painting Temple for me." If necessary, there will be no mercy", they no longer hesitated and flew forward.

At this moment, the Song Painting Temple whistled, and another wave of black-clothed people appeared, the difference was that these black-clothed people had a fire phoenix embroidered on their collars.

Song Zhiyao obviously didn't expect Song Huaci to have this hand, looking at the scene in front of her, Song Zhiyao's legs trembled very boldly. She didn't dare to think that if the Song Painting Temple really won, then how would she be cleaned up by the Song Painting Temple.

"Fourth sister, you...... You let me go, I'll go and tell them to stop. Song Zhiyao didn't dare to provoke the Song Painting Temple again, for fear of angering her, so she was ready to find a way to coax the Song Painting Temple to let her go first.

"You're ......"

Before the Song Painting Temple finished speaking, an arrow that was as cold as frost and shone with a silver-white metallic luster broke through the air.

Her eyes widened, and she shouted as she threw herself towards the Song Painting Temple, "Be careful."

Song Huaci carried Song Zhiyao to dodge, and the arrow passed through Song Zhiyao's bun and tore off a large strand of her hair, and Song Zhiyao let out a miserable scream.

Then the arrow deflected, just across the forehead of the girl who rushed to protect the Song Painting Temple. The wound was very deep, and blood oozed out at once, but she was stunned and didn't say a word, taking advantage of the fact that Song Huaci's attention was not transferred to her, she wiped off the blood with her sleeve and tried to stand up as much as possible, covering up her injuries by night.

She didn't want to disrupt the plan of the Song Painting Temple because of herself, even if Song Zhiyao couldn't escape for a long time.

"Miss Song, the thieves have been subdued. If the subordinates are not well protected, please punish the girl. Wei Er took the remaining nine secret guards to kneel down and plead guilty.

Song Huaci let go of Song Zhiyao, motioned to the dark guard to look at her, and said to Wei Er warmly: "If it weren't for everyone's help today, where would I still have a chance to live in Song Huaci now, what kind of punishment can I talk about?" Hurry up, everyone, clean up this place, and take those people back first. ”

Now the scene is a bit chaotic, even if it is dark, everyone does not dare to light the lamp, for fear that one will be accidentally discovered.

Wei Er commanded the people to skillfully clean the battlefield, searched all the assassins, and presented all the things found to the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci turned his head to talk to Qijuan, but he sensitively smelled the smell of blood and rust on Qijiao's body.

"What's wrong with you?" The Song Painting Temple was close to Qijuan, the stronger the smell of blood, and the heart tightened.

"Miss, I'm fine." Calm down.

After listening to the voice of Qi Jiao, who was still quite strong, the Song Painting Temple was a little relieved. Listening to Wei Eryu report the things he had found, Song Huaci nodded and said, "Let's go back to the wing room first."

Walking to the light, Song Huaci's original face was calm, but when he saw the deep and long opening on his forehead, he couldn't help frowning.

Song Huaci asked everyone to wait a while, and treated the wound before saying to Wei Er: "What did you find?"

"'Speechless', a kind of medicine that makes people stupid. Those who take it have a slurred speech, and those who take it have a scattered memory, but they will be accompanied by a strong headache. Wei Er opened the medicine and put it on the table next to the Song Painting Temple, not letting her touch it directly.

Song Huaci lowered his eyes and showed a sneer. It turned out that Meng Lianfeng was fighting this idea, and Mrs. Song's heart could really be ruthless.

Looking up again, the Song Painting Temple was calm and smiling. She picked up the medicine, poured it into the tea, shook the teacup gently, and walked step by step towards Song Zhiyao, who had been ordered by the secret guard.

"What are you going to do at the Song Painting Temple? No...... Don't ......" Song Zhiyao looked at the Song Painting Temple in horror.

Of course, she knew what the medicine did, so she was even more scared. Song Zhiyao wanted to shrink back, but she couldn't use any strength on her body, so she could only watch in vain as Song Huaci approached her little by little.

"Fourth sister...... Fourth sister, I beg you, I really don't know about this, I'm innocent, you believe me. ”

Song Huaci ignored her prayers, pinched her chin, and poured tea into her mouth. She didn't let go of her hand until she swallowed it all.

"Big sister, if you walk too much at night, you'll always see hell. Believe you? How did you hurt me? Now, taste the medicine for yourself. Song Huaci smiled very gently, put down the teacup and walked to his seat and sat down, waiting for Song Zhiyao's poison to attack.

There was silence in the wing room for a while, only the Song Painting Temple touched the lid and the body of the cup when drinking tea and made a crisp sound of "pop", which hit people's hearts.

The waiting time is always extraordinarily long and grinding, Song Zhiyao unconsciously felt the changes in her body, and the slightest discomfort made her worried.

My head gradually began to dizzy, my eyes gradually began to lose focus, and my body could not move...... Song Zhiyao couldn't stand this kind of physical and mental torture, and tears flowed down involuntarily: "Fourth sister, fourth sister, I was wrong, you spare me, can you let them give me the antidote?" I really know it's wrong fourth sister......"

Song Huaci said helplessly: "Big sister, this medicine was brought by your people, where did I get the antidote?"

Song Zhiyao has lost the ability to think, and she feels that her head is chaotic. She held her head and prayed bitterly: "The fourth sister, they are all fathers and five princes...... Looking for someone, really...... It's none of my business. ”

Not long after, Song Huaci got up, came to Song Zhiyao's side again in a hurry, bowed his head, and said in her ear: "Want an antidote?"

"Yes! Want! The fourth sister ......, "Song Zhiyao is like an opium smoker, as soon as she hears that there is a way to get rid of her pain, she can ignore everything.

Standing up straight, Song Huaci gestured to Hui Fang. Hui Fang understood what it meant, and stepped forward to feed a pill to Song Zhiyao. After a while, Song Zhiyao felt that her head was gradually beginning to clear, her thoughts were back together, and the place she was in went from hell to heaven.

Song Zhiyao looked at the Song Painting Temple, both frightened and resentful. But now she didn't dare to move, she didn't dare to tease and sarcasm her as she did before, she didn't dare to move a finger at her.

But Song Zhiyao still hates her in her heart, why is she in the Song Painting Temple?

"Unwilling?" Song Huaci seemed to know Song Zhiyao's thoughts, and smiled slightly: "Big sister, you have thought clearly, this antidote can only be managed for two hours." Two hours later...... That taste, presumably the big sister will never forget. ”

"What the hell do you want to do!" Song Zhiyao couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci raised his eyebrows, not annoyed at all: "Aunt Yao hasn't seen you go back for a long time, so she will naturally come to me to look for it, and you will know when the time comes."

Wei Er stood behind, watching the Song Painting Temple tease Song Zhiyao from beginning to end, and sighed in his heart, this master really deceived the dead and did not pay for his life. Where is the "speechless" in her medicine? Others didn't know, but he looked at it clearly, and Song Huaci turned around and quickly changed a medicine.

I don't know what kind of medicine it is, looking at the reaction of that Miss Song, although it probably makes people faint, it should not be fatal.

Wei Er This is the first time I have seen the Song Painting Temple, and I always listen to Zhou Zhun say how divine this Miss Song is, and when I saw it today, I thought it was really good.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is as cold as water. The Yao family waited for Song Zhiyao for a long time and did not return, and the people sent by the five princes did not have any news, and the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she decided to go to the Song Painting Temple.

Hui Fang opened the door, and Yao was startled when she saw the scene in the house. What caught my eye was the Song Painting Temple with more than a dozen black-clothed people standing and sitting and drinking tea. Looking down, Song Zhiyao sat on the ground with her knees crossed, her face buried in her knees, pitiful.

Yao didn't care to question Song Huaci, and hurriedly ran to Song Zhiyao's side. Song Zhiyao saw Yao coming, and immediately threw herself into her arms and cried loudly, so she was not wronged.

Yao gently patted her back to soothe, looked sideways at the Song Painting Temple, and looked sharply: "What did you do to Yao'er?"

Song Huaci chuckled and asked, "Aunt Yao, do you remember what you did to me tonight?" So, what you did, I did to my big sister. ”

Yao's eyes were cracked, and he looked at the Song Painting Temple as if he was going to eat her. She lowered her head and hurriedly checked Song Zhiyao's condition.

Song Zhiyao cried and told Yao what Song Huaci had just told her, asking Yao to help her get an antidote, and she put all her hopes on Yao.

After hearing this, Yao raised his head slightly, and looked at the roof for a moment.

She has been a side room all her life, and she has always been eager to trample the Song Painting Temple and Song Zhiyao under her feet to prove her dignity. At this moment, for the sake of Song Zhiyao, she had to bow her head.

Yao took a deep breath and looked at the Song Painting Temple: "Say it, what do you want?"