Nie Caidie knew that she had an extraneous voice, but she only pretended to be stupid and muttered a few times, "That's right, it's the Republic of China now, and young people don't believe in ghosts and gods anymore." ”

Ping Yan said: "No, I still believe in some of them, such as the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao." I don't seek Buddha, because I know that it is better to seek Buddha than to seek myself, and in such a chaotic world, if the Buddha can control the people of the world, there will not be so many war casualties. ”

Nie Caidie said helplessly: "You are really transparent and exquisite, whipping into it." Worshipping the Buddha is to have peace of mind, but in fact, everyone doesn't believe it, but they don't say it. It's good that you don't have any illusions for yourself. ”

The pine and cypress are suddenly at the place, the pine needles are fluffy and fluffy, and the clouds are like a large patch of dark blue.

Ping Yan's gaze was also like two soft needles, hiding a sharp edge in the middle, "Miss Nie, what about your fantasy at the moment?" What is it? If I don't agree to come to the temple, will your illusions be shattered? ”

Nie Caidie smiled, didn't say anything, and walked a few steps ahead of her, looking at the sky.

Ping Yan said: "Don't you just want to hold me back?" Is there something wrong with Lucheju? Cai'er is really your person, she did it, right? Let me guess who died? ”

Nie Caidie turned around and interrupted her, "You are very smart, but you should understand the truth that wisdom is easy to fold, beware of misfortune coming out of your mouth." ”

Ping Yan smiled fearlessly and said, "Actually, who is fighting with whom?" Who lives and who dies? I don't care at all, and it has nothing to do with me. But can I understand that you are protecting me by bringing me to the temple? You don't want me to bump into what happened in Deer Che Curie today? ”

"Yes."

"Is it because of Brother Mu?"

"Yes and no."

Ping Yan sighed and asked again, "What do you say?" ”

Nie Caidie let out a long sigh, her eyes were decadent, but there was something indescribable shining in them, or falling, "Do you know Miss He Hua?" ”

Ping Yan was surprised, but she also said truthfully: "Yes, she is my sister-in-law, my mother's youngest sister." ”

"I know her too." Nie Caidie looked at her, her thoughts were far away, reminiscing about the past, "Miss He Hua is a very gentle and kind person, she is willing to be close to everyone, no matter whether she is noble or low, I think there is probably no one in this world who will not like her." But she is too strong and affectionate, stubbornly sticking to the bottom line in her heart, thinking that if she is a lover in this life, she should be a couple for a lifetime, and once she fails to meet her expectations, she will leave so resolutely. She's the most affectionate, but she's also the most ruthless, isn't she? ”

Ping Yan's breathing fluctuated: "What do you mean?" ”

Nie Caidie stared at her, her gaze was misty, "She left Zicheng and was never heard from again." In fact, the night she left, I also went to send it, and the last words I heard her say to Zicheng were: I can't love it, I can't love it, it's better not to see it, and everyone lives up to it. It's just that I never stood up, because I knew that she was crying, that was the first time I saw her crying, but I couldn't heal her wounds, only Zicheng could heal her. He had borne too much of the Mu family's ups and downs, and he finally gave up on her. ”

When Ping Yan was young, she did hear her mother talk about her aunt, saying that she disregarded the dissuasion of her family and made a private agreement with someone in Beiping for life. It's actually the Mu family? Is it Mu Zicheng?

"And what about her now? Where is it? After all these years there has been no news yet? "Ping Yan suddenly heard about her old relatives, and her eyes were blank," she ...... Still alive? ”

"I don't know." Nie Caidie lost her mind for a moment, quickly withdrew from the mud of the past, and became gentle and alert again, "You are the widow of the Xu family, we should take care of it." ”

Ping Yan's tone became colder, "I didn't expect my aunt to have such an experience, the bad fate has continued to this day, and she still can't be freed, and she doesn't know life and death, although this is my aunt's own choice, but I can't help but resent Mu Zicheng." All I could do was resent. There are positions in love, and the positions are different, and the mirror is broken, and it cannot be saved. ”

Nie Caidie couldn't help but look up, "This matter is what Zicheng asked me to tell you, and I was worried that you would be related by blood, and it would be indispensable to have a grudge in the future, it seems that I was too worried." In this world, especially in families with wrong foundations, love is the most fragile and unrealistic thing. He didn't dare to come to see you, probably still unwilling to face He Hua. That relationship was a tumor growing in his heart, and if he went to it, he would be reluctant to go, and if he stayed there, he would regret it. ”

Nie Caidie only said one of the reasons for keeping her in the temple, and there was a more important reason, which may not be known until after she gave birth.

In the blink of an eye, at noon, the back kitchen of the temple made a vegetarian meal, which was some refreshing and appetizing side dishes, and the two went to listen to the lecture after they finished using it. Nie Caidie didn't have the slightest intention of letting her go, and Ping Yan was not in a hurry, although she enjoyed her time slowly in such a good place and cultivated her heart.

After the abbot of Jidu finished speaking, he went out. It happened that it was nearly evening at this time, the temple was clean, and the abbot saw that the two of her were not like ordinary pilgrims and believers who came and went in a hurry, and they were not tired of traveling for a day outside of this boring red dust, which was really rare, so he stepped forward and spoke, "Amitabha, two donors. ”

They clasped their hands together and bowed their heads in return, "Hello abbot." ”

The abbot has a clear appearance and a thin body, but he is in good spirits, far better than the few juniors in the mortal world, and has a transcendent appearance.

He asked, "What are the two benefactors looking at?" ”

Nie Caidie said: "I didn't see anything, just looked at the scenery." The scenery in the temple is quiet, the wild flowers and wild grasses have their own interests, and they have their own home, which is more comfortable than the lights under the mountain. ”

The abbot smiled slightly: "There is a good world in the dust, and there is also a good place here, and the most valuable thing is that you can also hold a quiet and wide heart in the crowded market, so that you can stick to the pure land in your heart and not be polluted by the troubled times." ”

Nie Caidie nodded and said, "That's right." ”

The abbot looked at Ping Yan again, "The old man sees that this benefactor is familiar. "Pick up your beard and take a closer look," and the Yangliu Guanyin monk in the hall is somewhat similar to the eyebrows. ”

Ping Yanqian said: "The abbot has tormented me. ”

The abbot said: "Guanyin's willow eyebrows and fine eyes, sadness is the sky, compassion is the earth, and the people of the world are crossed." The donor is also willow eyebrows and fine eyes, but he is cold and bitter, and he seems to be indifferent, but he is actually tired and tired. It is necessary to know that the karma must be repaid, and the good fruit is difficult to repair, and it is easy to affect oneself and even future generations. Everything in the world is in vain, why not let go of obsession, not only to free yourself, but also to fulfill others. ”

Ping Yan unconsciously remembered the Dong family. In fact, what he said makes sense, when is the time for revenge, even if she kills all the Dong family, it is impossible to go back to the beginning, and because of the enmity of one person, she has become a person like Dong Guosheng who has lost her conscience? The Dong family's blood flowed like a river, following everything that the Xu family endured back then, does it really have to be like this? Kill them all, can you really be happy?

The abbot saw that she frowned with jealousy, but there was a faint sense of stretching and flattening in the center of her eyebrows, and she smiled unconsciously, "The donor is quite wise, and it seems that he already knows how to let go of his demons without the advice of the old man." ”

Ping Yan was a little sad and realized: "What the abbot said is, it's just that I have been waiting in the red dust and purple Mo for a long time, and it is inevitable that I will be vicious all over my body, and I will be fettered by obsession and hatred all the time, and it will be difficult to get rid of it for a while. ”

The abbot recited the good and good, and gave her the rosary wrapped in his palm with both hands, "The road ahead is long, it is still unknown, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and look at the creation of the donor, so let the beads protect the donor." ”

Ping Yan took it reverently and thanked him: "Thank you, abbot." ”

The abbot of Jidu went, his steps were light, there was a state of floating clouds, his voice was like a roar, and he didn't know who he was talking to, "Rather than helping the world, it is better to do nothing, if you want people to cross, it is better to cross yourself." ”

At dusk, the courtyard is deep. There is a coffin under the middle hall, the incense ash is fluttering, the paper is full of paper, and the whimpering sound can be vaguely heard, sad and delicate. Xu Wanqing sat and knelt in front of the coffin, and poured paper money into the brazier one by one, and the tongue of fire was faintly swallowed, burning a basin of ashes.

Tears were streaming down her eyes, and she was unconscious. The chest was still uncomfortable, as if this pot of fire was burning in her body, roasting fiercely, it was Xu Shuning's young struggling soul, condemning her and complaining about her.

She couldn't scream, she couldn't talk, she couldn't even cry. Only like this, keep before the Spirit. She didn't dare to look at the portrait of Xu Shuning on the table, black and white, clearly sealed with such a vigorous and brilliant life. She looked at the white candle swaying in the wind next to her, the candle head was bright and dark, and seemed to be looking at her too, and the sizzling sound of the core burst came, as if her heart was constantly spasming and shrinking.

She opened her mouth, trying to shout out those two words, Shu Ning.

Tranquility.

Only the wind poured into her throat, the wind of midsummer, like a fiery knife.

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