In April of the lunar calendar, spring goes to summer, the flowers wither, but the clouds and smoke on the White Horse Temple are misty, Shang Jue is cold, the clear stream of bamboo in the temple, the short pine and thin bamboo have another scene.

On this day, before dawn, Tanabata changed into a plain dress, carried some pastries made by himself in the food box, and rode all the way to the White Horse Temple in a carriage.

The temple enshrines Fang's ever-bright lamp and longevity, the boot city is far away, she can't go back, and she can only go to the White Horse Temple to put a pillar of incense, for her mother to turn some money to talk about her grief.

Xiao Zhan went to court in the morning, and Qixi also reported to him in the morning, and now all the things in this house are in the hands of the old lady, after all, whether it is Qixi or Lu Yunyou, it is always unjustifiable.

is in Fang Qingzhi's state of "losing her heart and going crazy" again......

The human bone phosphorus powder was used for seven days in a row, and there was always a ghost fire in Fang Qingzhi's room for seven days, especially at night, but the old lady ordered someone to tie her up as soon as the night came, and even her mouth was tightly stuffed, not letting her open her mouth to shout......

Now the people who are serving are all the people around the old lady, Qinglian knelt down there and broke her leg, and she is still raising her knees on the bed, as Lu Yunyou said, Fang Qingzhi's life is not easy.

It's even more miserable than the maids in the house......

Gathered the shawl on his body, Qixi was supported by Linglong all the way to the solemn hall of Baoxiang, and handed over the ten taels of silver he brought to the little master who was responsible for lighting incense.

The little master took the silver of Qixi Festival, handed the lit incense to Qixi Festival, and Qixi put his hands together and knelt down and bowed to the Bodhisattva three times and nine times, and then inserted the long incense in his hand in the incense burner in front of him, and lost some copper coins in the merit box.

After kneeling down to all the gods and Buddhas in the entire hall, Qixi handed over the twenty taels of silver in his hand to the little master who served the lamp oil, and asked the little master to fill the adoptive mother's everlasting lamp with sesame oil.

Looking at Fang Tianci's spiritual position, Qixi couldn't help but look at it twice, and finally gave up, she originally thought of taking this tablet away, but it was too dazzling, and some people were suspicious, she didn't say anything.

Let Fang Tianci go with this tablet, there is no Fang Tianci in this world, and some are Liu Yunting, the king of Chengwang's mansion, no hindrance.

Qixi put all the pastries prepared in his hand in front of his adoptive mother's tablet, and Linglong went outside to turn the paper money into the old lady.

Qixi knelt in front of the adoptive mother's tablet, wiped the small tablet with the silk handkerchief in his hand, and simply held the tablet in his arms, his eyes full of tears.

The words promised to him in the past are still in my ears, but now, a bowl of longevity noodles in this city is in front of me, but my mother can no longer eat it......

Qixi held the tablet in his arms with red eyes, and tears fell from his eyes and wet his entire cheeks, and fell on the bluestone slab floor tiles on the ground, fainting a small trace.

"Niang ......" Qixi held the tablet in her hand, just sat on the futon on her knees, hugged there small, looking so pitiful.

She hid everything she wanted to say to her adoptive mother, she wanted to tell her mother that she had seen Brother Tianci, but Brother Tianci had changed his name, no matter what the reason, he was still alive, and he was still alive and well.

Fang Qingzhi received the punishment he deserved, although he didn't die, but now it's not much better than death......

I have become a person who only calculates with his heart, lives a shameless and humble life, and is the kind of person who makes people calculate everywhere......

Qixi held the tablet of her adoptive mother in her arms, her tears couldn't be drained, she cried silently, these words were words she hid in her heart, but she didn't dare to say these words.

I'm afraid of being heard!

"Mother...... I miss you so much, isn't it cold underground, are you still waiting for us yet......" Only this sentence, Qixi dares to say it from his mouth.

She really thinks about her mother, if it weren't for the difference in her thoughts, now, this bowl of longevity noodles will be eaten, what is the use of the everlasting lamp, what is the use of people who can't come back from the dead.

"Donor's Day condolences!" Qixi hugged the tablet in his arms and cried for a long time, crying even the little master who served the lamp oil on the side felt too worried, this will put his hands together so that Qixi should not cry.

The tears on the ground are wet with crying, the little master has served the lamp oil for so many years, and he has never seen anyone cry so sadly, which will be really sad in his heart.

Qixi was in front of him, looking at the little master who persuaded him in front of him, he took a long breath, wiped away the tears on his face, his eyes were red, and he choked up and spoke to the little master beside him.

"Master, will a person who commits suicide go to hell? She didn't really want to kill herself, she just wanted to fulfill the ...... of others."

The Buddha said that it is most difficult for people to get the body, but those who commit suicide will go to hell, and the responsibility is not fulfilled, that is, suicide without authorization, which not only makes parents sad, but also a human tragedy, so the sin is very serious.

Qixi had heard this sentence mentioned, and now he was holding the tablet of the Fang family, and he looked at the little master in front of him so fixedly......

"Do all good, avoid all evil, and naturally good will start and end, the donor just needs to remember this!"

The little master looked at the appearance of Qixi at this moment, and he didn't know how to comfort Qixi for a while, and finally only said the first eight words, what is hell, in fact, even he, a person who has been reciting Buddha for many years, never knows.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the little master still knows, this will make him don't know how to comfort Qixi Festival, he can only say so.

After speaking, the little master recited "Amitabha Buddha ......" and left with his hands folded......

Qixi is still holding the tablet in his arms, recalling the three words of the little master, do all good, avoid all evil, evil can't be avoided, and good can't be done, then in the future, he will inevitably go to hell.

It's good to pull in someone who should have gone down to make amends before going to hell!

Wiping away her tears, Qixi put Fang's tablet in the right place, kowtowed heavily to Fang's family, and only said to Fang's in her heart that she must be watching how Fang Qingzhi who hurt her died.

On the day she died, he must have come early to tell her, so that she could look under the Nine Springs.

Crying enough, crying tired, Linglong also turned paper money back to Qixi side, seeing Qixi eyes swollen and red eye circles, she knew that she had cried just then.

In his hand, he handed the Supa, which had already been prepared, to Qixi and wiped his tears for Qixi Festival, only to say that he had just set a meditation room in this temple, and the master had already prepared the vegetarian fast.

When he left, the general instructed that he would come here to pick up Qixi when he got off the court, and let Qixi sit here for a while, eat something and go back together.

Qixi nodded, and was supported by Linglong to go to the wing, the wingroom was quiet, compared to the sound of people coming and going that could be heard outside, it seemed to be isolated from the world.

The room is burning with good sandalwood, there is a stone table under the banyan tree in the yard, a new pot of tea has just been brewed on the stone table, Qixi is tired, and the stone bench sits next to the stone table for a while, and the cup of tea is drunk clean.

She didn't have much interest in the vegetarian food on the table, so she only asked Linglong to eat some, and Linglong came out with her in the morning, I'm afraid it would be useless.

Linglong is not polite to Qixi Festival, at this moment, she ate the bowl of somen noodles directly, she was really hungry, and she got up early on Qixi Festival, and she was the same.

After holding a bowl of somen noodles and exhausting them, Tanabata leaned against the banyan tree behind him, and his eyes were scattered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Linglong was about to go out to serve, Xiao Zhan had already come to the small courtyard, and Liu Yunting came with Xiao Zhan......

On the day of Qixi to remember, it is impossible for Liu Yunting not to remember, he knew early in the morning that Qixi came to the White Horse Temple, so he accosted Xiao Zhan and talked to him in the next dynasty, so he came to the White Horse Temple with him.

At the beginning, he knew that Qixi was still in this White Horse Temple, and today his mother was jealous, and he couldn't do it, so he took this opportunity to worship and worship together, and put on a stick of incense.

Qixi was still indifferent when she saw Xiao Zhan, but when she saw Liu Yunting who was following behind her, her gaze instantly tightened, and she didn't want Liu Yunting to come to her side and get closer to her.

Qixi deeply understands that he will become an obstacle to Liu Yunting, and even become a stumbling block for him.

She doesn't ask for anything else, she just wants Liu Yunting to live well!

"Lord Wang......" Qixi who sat up from the stone bench opened his mouth to Liu Yunting's blessing body, and called out like this, but his voice had not yet recovered, and his voice was still choked.

"I heard that the incense of the White Horse Temple was very prosperous, and I saw that the general was here, so I came here with the general as a companion, and asked for a peace charm to go back to my father, hoping that my father would recover as soon as possible!"

Liu Yunting's reason was extremely lame, and at this moment, he said this long list with Qixi so lightly, Qixi nodded, and the person only leaned on Xiao Zhan's side.

Xiao Zhan looked at the red circles under Qixi Festival, and knew that she was crying a lot, and at this moment he took out two eggs from his sleeve that he bought on the road, and only wrapped them in a plain cloth to cover her eyes, and didn't say a word next to him.

What Liu Yunting is thinking, Qixi knows, but Qixi is unwilling to let Liu Yunting do it, Liu Yunting is the king, and the prince can't go to incense an old lady who doesn't know him, it will cause suspicion.

"Go back, I'm tired!" Leaning next to Xiao Zhan, Qixi will only say that to Xiao Zhan.

She wanted to leave with Xiao Zhan before Liu Yunting spoke, she didn't want to give Liu Yunting any chance to worship in front of his mother's spiritual seat, whether it was incense or not.

"The prince will go to the main hall and ask the master to write a peace charm for you, I won't bother here, say goodbye!"

Xiao Zhan hadn't opened his mouth yet, and Qixi bowed to Liu Yunting again, the meaning was obvious, that is, Xiao Zhan didn't understand, and Liu Yunting also understood.

Xiao Zhan saw that Qixi was so tired, and at this moment he grabbed Qixi's hand, and only let Qixi go down the mountain with him, afraid that Qixi would be tired, Xiao Zhan squatted down directly in front of Liu Yunting, let Qixi lie on his body, and after a while, he carried Qixi down the mountain.

Qixi obediently got on Xiao Zhan's back, and in Liu Yunting's gaze, he left the White Horse Temple, and Liu Yunting stood under the banyan tree, just looking at Qixi and looking at the hall one step away from him, his heart felt like he had been dug up.

He couldn't worship his mother's spiritual seat when he was close to him, but his "wife" was in front of him, and he asked someone to carry it away......

The cold eyes were designed for the yin owl, and at this moment, a tentative call came from behind him, "Lord Wang......"