"Girl...... Don't worry, no matter what happens, it will pass after a sleep. The maid Xia Ye worriedly persuaded her own girl.

Du Mingxin sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the bricks on the ground in a daze.

She thought that God had given her a chance, she was poisoned in her previous life, and she always had to find an explanation in this life. Did you expect that in the previous life, you would still live to be sixteen years old, and in this life, you will only survive until you are thirteen years old and then you will go again?

"I don't know how things are so coincidental, the mansion doesn't send a few people to Zhuangzi to see the girl all year round, and when something like that happened last night, Steward Feng happened to come......" Another maid, Chuncao, rubbed a pair of red and swollen eyes and cried sadly.

"Maybe the old man won't blame the girl, after all, there is a strong man who wants to kidnap the girl, and it is the master of the Shaolin Temple who saves people......" Xia Ye smiled reluctantly, "Even if she doesn't return all night, the girl is with Master Rusheng, and the monk is not a man next to her......"

As if it were born......

Thinking of this young monk with dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, Du Ming's heart felt a tearing pain.

Her mother was born in the Shen family, a big family in Hanzhong, and she had a bad relationship with her father, Du Er. When she was six years old, her grandfather's family was exterminated by the late emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and the Shen family also died suddenly. Her father hated Wu and Wu, so he threw her on the Zhuangzi at the foot of Song Mountain.

In that year, Chen Yuantai in the northwest rebelled, overthrew the Great Zhou Dynasty, and established the Yan Dynasty. The eldest uncle, who was an official in the capital, wrote a letter asking his father to go to the capital to find a half-official position, and specially instructed him to take her.

Du Mingxin was ignorant and didn't know why, so he was killed by a bowl of soup and medicine by the maid Qiulin next to him on the way to Beijing.

Five years ago, Du Mingxin woke up from the nightmare of his previous life, and the grass on his mother's grave was already feet high......

In her previous life, she heard that Chen Yuantai had a fierce general, who had peerless martial arts and was familiar with the art of war.

I heard that this person is an orphan, he grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he defected to Chen Yuantai for some reason, so that he had the great military exploits, glory and wealth of that life.

In order to solve the grudges and doubts in his previous life, Du Mingxin has deliberately befriended the monks of Shaolin Temple in the past five years, just hoping to get acquainted with the Jin prince Yu Wei, and solve her life worries in the future.

Who knows how to do everything, but still can't withstand the rotation of the destiny. She didn't know which monk was the king of Jin, and in just one night, all her calculations were crushed. When Steward Feng returned to Kaifeng Mansion, he would definitely tell his father that he had not returned overnight.

Sinking pond or becoming a monk, for my father, there is probably no difference.

As if it were born...... Rao is Du Ming has a resolute temperament, and his eyes are still overflowing with a piece of water, and his face red by the firelight in the cave last night appeared in front of him again.

It's just a little obsession of his own, he has promised the Buddha in this life, and he doesn't know who wants to take away his life......

Du Mingxin shook his head painfully, his love was deep and shallow, which only increased his troubles.

"Girl, come and drink the medicine." A forty or fifty-year-old grandmother came in with a bowl of black decoction, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, take care of your body first, otherwise it will be useless to do anything." ”

Du Mingxin looked at the bowl of medicine, his eyes shrank, and he reluctantly smiled: "Mama Cui, I, I'm fine......"

Cui Mama hurriedly smiled and said: "It's the old slave who has committed a taboo, this is a bowl of brown sugar water boiled thickly, don't you believe you drink it?" ”

was poisoned like that in his previous life, causing Du Mingxin to be very afraid of taking medicine now. The indistinguishable color of the decoction always reminded her of the pain when her internal organs were mixed together and were about to tear.

Looking at the loving smile on Mama Cui's face, Du Mingxin still nodded against his will. Mama Cui is Shen's nurse, and before she died, Shen entrusted her daughter to her. If it comes to a situation where even Mama Cui can't believe it, Du Mingxin chuckled, then he would probably rather die.

She took the medicine bowl, drank it all, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and smiled with a red nose: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and what Mama said is good." Go and rest, I'll be fine. ”

Heng Zhu is a person who has already died once, are you still afraid? It's just a little unwilling.

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In a meditation room in Shaolin Temple, the dim candle shadow flickered, reflecting the loving face of the abbot's master.

“…… The two people you injured are the emperor's personal guards, and someone will come to seek revenge on you soon. ”

The young monk knelt on the futon, and when he heard this, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty: "If you are reckless, you will cause trouble for the teacher." ”

The abbot shook his head and smiled slightly: "No, you did the right thing. Monks practice martial arts, originally to protect the Dharma and strengthen the body, but if they can't hoe the strong and help the weak, it is not the right path of Buddhism. My Shaolin is the ancestral court of the thousand-year-old Zen sect, and it is not something that a few imperial eagles and dogs can shake. ”

Rusheng put his mind at ease and was about to invite himself to the precept institute to be punished, but he heard the abbot say slowly: "Rusheng, you have grown up in the temple since you were a child, and now it has been fifteen years. You have repeatedly asked for full ordination, but I have not allowed it, but why do you know why? ”

"The disciple is ignorant, please ask the abbot master to guide the maze."

"You ......" the abbot looked at Rusheng with a pious face, and still said it ruthlessly, "Although you have grown up in the temple since you were a child, you are still a person in the red dust and have no Buddha fate. I was thinking of talking to you later, but since this happened......"

He picked up a sealed envelope in his hand, handed it to Rusheng, and said, "Going early and going late, it's just a different path." I have a letter here, you will go to Xi'an Mansion tonight, and give this letter to Chen Yuantai, the commander of Pingliangwei, as the last thing you do for your master. Say goodbye, don't come back, grow your hair and return to the vulgar, marry a wife and have children. ”

"If you are born, your life is not in the Buddha Gate."

If you hear this, you will be struck by lightning. He looked up abruptly and asked bitterly, "Are you going to expel me from the division?" ”

The abbot smiled and shook his head: "I have already arranged your affairs. If you think about it, why did I only send you to Songyang Academy to study the classics of Zhuzi among the monks of the temple? ”

Rusheng's straight back slowly collapsed, and he knelt on the futon in a dejected manner. Yes, why do Buddhist disciples still learn Confucianism and Taoism?

"Then, dare to ask the abbot, master, how much is my life...... Where? Rusheng asked in a low voice with tears in his eyes. Shaolin Temple is to him, it is home, it is the root, even if he goes out to travel, Shaolin Temple is also the hands holding the kite.

"Stick to your heart and be at peace with what happens."

Rusheng wiped away his tears, solemnly kowtowed to the abbot three times, picked up the letter and was about to turn away.

"Master," he said hesitantly, "I've known each other for a few years, but I didn't know that Miss Du was a woman...... Although this time it was to save her from danger, it finally caused her a big disaster...... Ask Master to save her life! ”

The abbot looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were clear but worried, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the word love, how many people can understand it in his life?

He smiled and nodded.

Rusheng lightly went back to the meditation room and packed up two changes of monk's robes, and took the few money he had saved. He touched the letter in his arms, his fingers touched the jade pendant that he had carried on his body since he was a child, and Du Ming's cheerful voice sounded in his ears: "...... This may be your father's token of love for your mother! ”

"How so?"

"What a stupid monk! You studied with Mr. Wuyou, don't you know the allusion of 'double carp'? ”

"Please also ask Du Gongzi for advice."

"The guest came from afar, leaving me with a double carp. Hu'er cooks carp, and there is a ruler book. Kneel down to read a plain book, what is the meaning of the book? The upper words add meals, and the lower words look like memories. ”

Memories of what he looks like...... If the love is as deep as promised, why did you throw me in the Buddhist temple again?

Out of the mountain gate, Rusheng looked up at the flickering night sky, exhaled a breath of depression in his chest, and suddenly turned around and walked towards Dujia Grange.

In the boudoir, the moonlight sprinkled all over the ground.

Rusheng breathed, stood by the bed, and stared at the sleeping Du Mingxin. Her face was like white porcelain, with two red clouds printed on it. She was rained yesterday and she still has a fever, right? The cherry red mouth looked bright because of the fever. A pair of round eyes were lazily closed, but Rusheng inexplicably remembered that on weekdays, she was angry, and her eyes were as wide as kittens.

He gently took out the double carp jade pendant and placed it next to Du Mingxin's pillow.

I was alone and there was nothing else. Send you a jade pendant, may you be healthy and happy in this life, if there is fate...... See you again.