The carriage was galloping in the night, the two girls sitting in the carriage were pale, and the driver was also very nervous, not far from the carriage, a group of black-clothed men on horseback were running wildly, chasing the carriage in front.

"Miss, we're almost at the Guoan Temple!" As the coachman spoke, a woman sitting in the car opened the curtain and looked, biting her lip and her heart beating hard.

"Go to Guoan Temple." The woman said, she nervously grabbed her hand, and the maid holding her arm looked nervously outside.

"What should I do Miss, the people behind are going to catch up!"

"Don't be afraid, go to the Guoan Temple, in the Guoan Temple, those people should not dare to come!" The woman gritted her teeth, "Yes, as long as we enter the Guoan Temple, we will be fine......"

Seeing that the Guoan Temple was about to arrive, the maid breathed a sigh of relief on the side, but the woman didn't dare, she became more and more nervous, and frequently looked at the people behind her.

Sigh!!!

The carriage froze, and then began to fall sideways.

"Ahh The woman screamed, the car turned over to the ground, the woman pulled the maid and struggled to climb out, the coachman looked at the woman, pulled out the sword on his waist and hit the person who suddenly attacked in front, the woman hurriedly looked around, pulled her own maid and ran quickly, they shuttled through the woods, this is already halfway up the mountain, Guoan Temple is on the top of the mountain, as long as you go to Guoan Temple, it will be safe!

Thinking so firmly in my heart, I ran but became more and more powerless.

"Ahh Miss! The maid fell to the ground, and the woman stopped, and she turned back to pick up her maid, wanting to take her maid with her.

"Yo! Look, there are two pretty little girls here! The sound of the gangsters came from the side, and the woman looked over in a panic, a group of beggars in tattered clothes were sleeping in the woods here, and it seemed that their voices disturbed these people, and they looked over with green eyes one by one, and a few of them came with a lewd smile and approached them.

"Miss, what should I do, Miss!" The maid looked at these people nervously, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "You... You stay away from us, my young lady is the daughter of Jing'an Hou, and if you violate her, you will lose your head! ”

"Yo, Miss Guan!" One of the beggars who took the lead laughed, and the others also stood up when they heard this, and one by one they gathered around them, and a dozen or so people approached the two of them step by step.

The two couldn't help but retreat, the woman became more and more flustered, she couldn't help shaking, held back tears, and walked back step by step.

"Hello Miss Guanjia! O us people! I hate you officials the most. Lose your head, hahaha, what's it to lose your head? Well? The other beggar laughed too.

"People who are about to starve to death, will we be afraid of losing our heads? Hahaha! We are the peony flowers to die, and the ghosts are also romantic, hahaha! ”

"Hahaha!" A group of people laughed lewdly, turned their heads, and rushed towards the two women!

"Ahh The maid screamed, took her young lady's hand and was about to run, but they couldn't outrun these people, and when they were thrown to the ground by these men full of stench, they were both desperate.

The woman struggled frantically, biting, grabbing, using all her strength to resist, her clothes became less and less, these lewd smiles surrounded her, she cried, screamed, wanted to protect the last trace of her dignity, her hair was pulled, her scalp stabbed, and the pain made people scream.

"~ son, dare to bite Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will let you experience what it means to bite!" A man roared, he pulled the woman's belly pocket hard, the sound of the belly pocket tearing sounded in the woman's ears, she finally collapsed, finally couldn't help it!

"You let go of me, let go of me! I am the daughter of Jing'an Hou, you can't, you don't ......" The voice was frozen at this moment, and there was a sudden tearing sensation, and the sudden intrusion of foreign objects made her stop screaming, and the silver words of these men were still echoing in her ears, and at this moment, these voices were far away from her...... Far away......

With her head tilted to the other side, she saw through the shadows of the trees, as if she saw the light that was there...... It is the Guoan Temple, here, it is the foot of the Buddha, but ...... Nothing left......

Tears of despair slid down her eyes, and she lay powerlessly on the ground, letting these people do whatever they wanted.

It wasn't until dawn, until the first light came in, that the group finally left, and the woman was spread on the ground, looking at the gray sky, her body seemed to have been abused, this was already, not her body.

Struggling to get up from the ground, numbly picking up the broken clothes scattered on the ground, she put them on one by one, looked around, and saw the maid lying on the ground in confusion, the woman staggered over, looking at the girl who had lost her life.

"Little rice balls...... " The woman murmured, but the girl would never respond to her again, she was still a child, obviously when she went out yesterday, she was still talking in her ear to eat rice balls, but the little rice balls were no longer ...... It's gone......

Mindlessly, she walked towards the top of the mountain, and every step she took was a bright red, blood-colored footprint......

Walking to the door of the Guoan Temple, looking at the majestic gate, the woman knelt on the ground.

Seeing her, the little novice who swept the floor hurriedly called his partner to call the master, and he wanted to go up and ask about it, but he was shocked by the woman's godless eyes.

Master Wujing came, looked at the woman on the ground, lowered his eyes, he sat down cross-legged in front of the woman, and slowly recited the scriptures.

When the sun went down, the woman slowly came back to her senses, she looked at the master in front of her who was reciting the scriptures for herself, knocked her head on the ground, and made a heavy sound, Master Wujing opened her eyes and put down her hand.

"Master, the future of the Buddha has been cut off at his feet, has he been abandoned?" The woman muttered, her face was full of blue and purple marks, her scalp was full of blood, the blood flowed to her face, it dried up, she was wearing tattered clothes, her thighs were exposed, and the collar on her chest couldn't be closed, and as far as the eye could see, it was all bruised, with bruised red.

"Amitabha!" Master Wujing lowered his head, "The Buddha overlooks the common people and has mercy on all beings. ”

"Then why, did this to me?" With a sneer, the woman slowly looked up.

"When the heavens descend on the people, they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies. One person's sacrifice is a contribution to the lives of millions of people! Amitabha! The donor has a heavy responsibility! ”

"Why, it's me?"

"Amitabha! Everything in the world has its own cause and effect, there are gains, there are losses! ”

The woman slowly closed her eyes, the golden door in front of her had been her hope, but she could no longer touch this hope......

"Master! Untouchables, get it......" The woman kowtowed her head to Master Wujing again

"Amitabha! All beings are equal. Master Wujing returned the courtesy.

"Master, Mu, I wish to take refuge in my Buddha!" In the blink of an eye, the last tear slipped from the corner of her eye, the woman smiled, she tilted her head, knelt in a sunset, smiled brightly, the sunset penetrated from the woman's abdomen, and vaguely, a Buddha heart stood here.

"Amitabha, my Buddha, compassion!" Master Wujing stood up, knelt on the ground, and bowed slowly!

"Master!" The surrounding disciples were surprised.

———— nine months later————

The day of Guoan Temple closed the door, in front of a room, countless monks sat on the futon and chanted, every passing monk will unconsciously stand still, followed by find a place to sit down, in the room, a woman lying on the bed alone, her face was full of sweat, her stomach was high up, she endured wave after wave of pain, helplessly grasping the pillar at the head of the bed.

In the pond outside the door, there are all closed lotuses, the lotus flowers of this Guoan Temple, have not bloomed for nearly a hundred years, and the fruit is always green, closed, this time, there are monks to see, this lotus, trembling a few times, the closed flower mouth, some loosened.

The woman in the room was pale, she covered her room, and felt that something was already coming out under her, and she was about to take her last breath.

Looking at the roof, the woman slammed her force, and there was a tearing sensation in her body, and then, her whole body loosened.

On this day, the lotus flower that has not bloomed in a hundred years in Guoan Temple bloomed!

Thousands of lotus flowers bloom together, the green leaves sway, the grass is bizarrely new, on this day, Guoan Temple, is shrouded in golden light.

Scooping up the child from herself, she took the scissors to pick up the umbilical cord, looking at the wrinkled, smiling baby, the woman smiled, took the swaddling clothes and wrapped the child, she felt that there was still something flowing out under her, but ...... It doesn't matter!

I, Buddha, I have unloaded this burden......

Closing her heavy eyes, the woman was out of breath.

Master Wujing, who was chanting scriptures outside the door, stopped, all the monks behind him stopped, Master Wujing sighed, he stood up, pushed open the door and walked in, walked straight to the woman's side, picked up the baby, looked at the smiling woman, Master Wujing slowly pulled up the quilt and covered the woman's face.

"Ami, Buddha!"

Looking at the child in his arms, Master Wujing untied the swaddling clothes, pulled away the baby's little hand, and sure enough, saw a Buddha seal between her hands.

"Amitabha!"

Walking out with the child in his arms and looking at the lotus flowers in the courtyard in the pool, Master Wujing smiled.

"In the future, I will call you Jiqing! Jishi hanging pot, clean and clear. ”

"Mu Jiqing!"

On the second day, Jing'anhou, who got the news, came to Guo'an Temple, and at that time, Master Wujing was feeding Mu Jiqing milk.

"Master, my daughter chose Guoan Temple, I can't do anything, can you please give me my daughter's child? This is my daughter, the only one left. "Jing'an Hou knelt on the futon, he was forty years old, but he was like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

"Amitabha! This kid is not completely in his soul! Master Wujing said, slowly put the child in front of Jing Anhou, the child hooked his mouth and smiled, his eyes were closed, he didn't cry or make trouble, like a doll, Jing Anhou wanted to reach out and touch, but he hesitated and didn't dare to stretch out his hand.