Bidding farewell to Mingxiu, Song Wu'er's mother and daughter walked out of the meditation room with the abbot, and the prince still had an unfinished chess game to play against Mingxiu Zen Master, but he still stayed in the room and did not come out with a few people.

Zhao, who had just been shocked by the scene on the futon in the meditation room, asked his doubts when the abbot led them to the guest room to rest.

"Abbot, I have heard my grandfather tell me since I was a child, although the figure of the Mingxiu Zen Master was not great, and his appearance was no different from that of ordinary people, but he was an extremely healthy person.

There was no trace of his legs under the empty trousers, and it looked like they were broken by the roots, no wonder Mingxiu sat on the edge of the bed and didn't get up to greet the guests. Thinking that the legendary characters that remained in his mind in the past have become the current depressed appearance, Zhao felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt compassion for Mingxiu.

Unexpectedly, the abbot, who is the senior brother of Mingxiu, laughed softly: "Madam, you are kind-hearted, he will be blessed in the future, as for the matter of Mingxiu's senior brother's legs being broken, this is his calamity and his own choice, after the junior brother helped the current saint to clear the desert north, in order to prove his way, he removed his legs, in order to compensate for the sin of breaking the cycle of cause and effect in the world because of him, Mrs. should be happy for it." ”

Buddhism stresses the fate of the meeting, all kinds of things in the world have a fixed number, when Mingxiu was young and vigorous, he said that he had a body of skills and nowhere to use, after hearing the suspicion between the first emperor and the Yuanxi Emperor, regardless of the advice of the ancestors, he broke into the Mobei military camp for the Yuanxi Emperor to change his life, although he got what he wanted, but because of him died the Mobei soul floated on the loess all day long, the battlefield of the blood in the past became a mass grave that no one dared to approach today.

Mingxiu, who was given the post of general, got his wish, his wish was fulfilled, and he still chose to continue to march in the world to find Buddha, the so-called retribution was not happy, a few months later he suddenly contracted a serious illness when passing through an ordinary village, and he was haunted by illness for more than ten years, and life was worse than death, until he met a mountain Langzhong by the stream when he was dying, and was cured by him.

After marching around the Ghost Gate, Mingxiu only felt a big dream, and there was nothing more mundane in the world than this, in order to redeem the lack of delusion that the Buddhists said, he was bent on breaking his legs and going to the Xiangguo Temple.

"After the junior brother broke his legs, he meditated in the temple all day long, rarely went out to meet, and there were no worldly friends around him except for the monks, fortunately, a few years ago, the prince accompanied His Majesty to Xiangguo Temple to visit the Buddha, and inadvertently met with the younger brother, and the younger brother consciously had a fate with His Royal Highness to form a close friend with him, and had a small gathering in his spare time."

From time to time, the abbot mentioned the relationship between Mingxiu and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince around the Zhao family, and the three of them felt that time passed quickly, and even the whole journey became extremely short.

"This room is Madame's, Miss Song's is in the penultimate meditation room in the east, the old man doesn't bother, the two of them rest on their own, there will be a little monk to send the meal later, if there is a need, feel free to find a monk to pass the word." The abbot pointed out the room of the two, saluted them slightly with his hands folded, and walked away.

The mother and daughter of the Zhao family, who closed the door, carefully wrote down the words that Mingxiu had mentioned for Song Wu'er on the paper, and discussed the mystery contained in it together.

"Wu'er, what do you think of the Zen master's words, and do you have a feasible candidate in mind?" The word "near" made the Zhao family uneasy, always feeling that he should have missed an important person, and kept urging Song Wu'er to think carefully, but his daughter didn't seem to care too much about her marriage.

Song Wu'er played with the ink-stained paper in her hand, and could only shake her head in the face of Zhao's burning gaze, spreading her hands.