Ci Ye's expression was solemn, and he dutifully inspected the front and back of the house.

Yushu instructed Poria to prepare pen and ink, "I want to paint a statue of Guanyin for my mother, and I can calm down if there is no one at home." "Give Ah Leopard to Poria, clean your hands and burn incense.

The white porcelain plates placed side by side on the bookcase contain various pigments such as rouge, silver vermilion, stone blue, and stone green.

Yushu waited for the pen to be moistened, and the draft was also ready, so she picked up the wolf and painted religiously.

Poria was afraid that Ah Leopard would make a noise and make a noise with Yushu, so she kept rubbing Ah Leopard's little head to appease it and tell it to be obedient. Ah Bao is the best at reading people's faces, and understands that Yushu seems to be doing something terrible, so he honestly lies on Poria's lap and does not move.

It seems that all the people in Liangzhou City have gone to the Miaofa Temple, and there is not even a single figure in the streets and alleys. Ci Ye turned around a few times, and his heart was a little calm. If Tang Jun dares to take the lead, he will never be spared!

Wuji followed the master to the Myofa Temple. A high pulpit was erected in the open space in front of the main hall, and the people on the pulpit could be seen from outside the gable.

Under the pulpit, there was a crowd of people, good men and women, and monks from all over the world. Although there are many people, they are not chaotic, and occasionally there are a few whispers, all about the understanding and knowledge of the Dharma.

"Master, let's go ahead." Wuji was worried that the master was old and his ears were not strong enough, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly.

"No, the teacher can hear clearly, just wait here."

was seen through by the master, and his face turned red to no avail. That way, I don't feel cold. He wore a cotton robe and only a single robe. In this harsh winter day, there is no way to protect against the cold.

The old monk touched Wuji's hand, it was cold and cold, sighed, took off the cotton lotus canopy, and draped it on Wuji's shoulders, "You are filial piety for the teacher, but don't force everything." What's more, monks should not cling to their appetites, and they should have enough food and clothing. ”

To no avail, he hurriedly pushed back, "Master, I'm not cold. As he spoke, his lips trembled, and he was a little disobedient.

"How can it not be cold? How about sitting for a few hours, if it's frozen? ”

Wuji's eyes turned red, "Master, you have been having a poor appetite these days. You have to be more careful about your body, it's ......" said and covered the old monk's lotus coat and pressed it forcibly to prevent him from taking it off again.

The master and apprentice couldn't hold each other, so they heard someone next to them say, "Two masters, don't fight anymore." Take this cotton robe of mine! ”

As soon as he turned around, he spoke as a man in his thirties, with a mediocre appearance, and he was inconspicuous wherever he threw it. Hurriedly clasped his hands together, "No, no." How to receive alms for no reason. "The cotton robe is very new, and you can even smell the scent of linen.

"Little Master, don't shirk, this is my merit!" He winked at the futile sidelines.

To no avail. When the man blinked, his face became even stiffer. The whole face is indescribably weird.

The man's empty hand was on his waist and rubbed it up and down, "Little master, don't excuse me." He stuffed the cotton robe into Wuji's arms and muttered, "Why does my small waist still hurt." ”

Wuji looked at the master, helplessly and helplessly asked, "Can this?" ”

When the man heard this, he was anxious, "Why can't you ask for it?" I only changed this morning into this cotton robe, and it's clean. "Not only are the robes clean, but the masks on the faces have been renewed.

The old monk folded his hands and said to the man: "The donor's dedication to the Buddha is indeed gratifying. It would be great if the benefactor could make a living. ”

Huh?

The man's hand holding his waist froze suddenly, and he stumbled and asked, "Great, master, how can you know what I do?" ”

The old monk did not say anything, but instructed to no avail, "Since it is the benefactor's kindness, accept it." However, the great merit of the benefactor is to put down the butcher's knife. With that, bow your head slightly.

The man's lips spurted a few times, but he couldn't say a word, and he messed up his cotton robe

Pushed onto Wuji, turned around to push away the crowd, and walked away as if fleeing.

Holding the cotton robe is like hugging a stove, and the whole body is warm. He raised his eyes to look at the slightly hasty back and asked, "Master, what does he do for a living?" Why is it a great merit to put down the butcher's knife? Could it be that he killed pigs? ”

The old monk avoided answering, "Put it on." This can be regarded as the fate of the two of you. ”

Higashiya, Izumo-in.

Tang Yan heard that Caichun was escorted back to the palace last night, and the princess called An Yi to deal with it, and also called all the subordinates of Zhiyuyuan to Izumo-in. An Yi was frightened because of this, and fell ill as soon as he returned to the Zhiyu Academy.

Early in the morning, Tang Yan came to Izumo-in Temple to see what was going on with his mother. After the mother and son had breakfast, Tang Yan held a cup of tea, and asked Xie Juan with a smile, "Mother, yesterday Caichun's maid was sent back, right?" ”

Xie Juan hummed lightly.

"I also heard that Yushu's right hand ......," Tang Yan was suspicious, and said, "Why hasn't my mother mentioned this matter to me?" ”

"Tell you, you're going to tell Anyi again?" Tang Yan couldn't hide his words, and he had to talk to An Yi about every big thing, Xie Juan laughed dryly, "It's enough for me not to dislike it as a mother, and I can't make jokes about letting others see her." ”

"Mother, I and Yuwa are someone else, I am Yushu's own brother, although Yuwa is not from her mother, but she is also Yushu's sister!"

Younger sister? It's funny!

The corners of Xie Wan's lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were sneering.

"Mother, as soon as Yuwa returned to Zhiyu Hospital, she was not happy, so she called Dr. He to come over for diagnosis and treatment overnight."

"Oh? Didn't you go over and take a look? Xie Juan knew that Tang Yan couldn't enter the backyard at night, so he teased him.

Tang Yanran ran, "Mother, aren't I worried about Yuwa? ”

"You are a dignified prince of Qin, there are many affairs in the house, not enough for you to learn, not enough for you to be busy? Especially when your father isn't in the East Valley, you need a snack. Still worried about your sister? Xie Juan was greatly displeased.

Through Yushu's origin, let's talk about the matter of Anyi.

One or two are under the guise of Yushu, and there is no end?!

Now that he has said this, Tang Yan simply wants to ask for a clear understanding.

"Mother, Yuwa is so well-behaved and sensible, why can't she please you at all?" Tang Yan's face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice.

Clever? Sensible? Blind, right?

Xie Wan lowered his eyes and was silent.

"Mother, you love her so much if Yushu doesn't come back, you want to come back, don't talk about Yuwa, even I have to stand aside." Tang Yan was half joking, half jealous.

Tang Yan was indeed jealous of this sister who had never met before.

Since her father went to Nanqi to see her, there was nothing wrong with the Qin Palace.

No, it's not.

Tang Yan thought back seriously, it should be said that since his mother gave birth to Yushu, everything has been different.

It's just that he was only four years old at the time, and he doesn't remember many things very clearly.

What was it like before the age of four? Tang Yan couldn't remember, it was certain that all the abnormalities were caused by the birth of Yushu!

Xie Wan narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Yan. He was sixteen years old, and his face was very similar to that of the young King of Qin. But at his age, King Qin exudes a unique transcendent bearing all over his body. Compared with King Qin, Tang Yan is far behind.

"I love Yushu? In the past 12 years, our mother and daughter have not even seen each other, and you actually say that I love her? Xie Xuan's face was gloomy and his tone was cold.

The jealousy in Tang Yan's heart suddenly disappeared, and he smiled with a smile on his face, "Mother, that's not what I mean. ”

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