Yongxin still closed his eyes and replied: "Born from the heart, the donor has a thought of life in his heart, and naturally all things are born, and the donor has no thought of life in his heart, and all things are dead." ”

Liuli stood for a while, and when he saw the monk reciting the scriptures again, he slowly walked to the opposite side, sat down on the futon of Mrs. He, and picked up the scriptures on the case.

"Dare to ask the master, what are these two words?"

She pointed to the word "Nirvana" that Huanhua had interpreted during the day.

Yongxin opened his eyes and said, "Since the donor has been bathed in fire, how can he not know 'Nirvana'?" ”

Liuli's fist began to sweat: "You really know my ......" and felt speechless, hurriedly suppressed his expression, and pursed his lips. After stabilizing her mind, she said again: "The master has devoted himself to solving disasters for He Fu, and he must have been introduced as a confidant by Lord Shangshu. ”

This word contains a deep meaning, how can Yongxin not understand the reason, and he is called a Buddha: "The donor is worried." The monks don't care about the red dust, the cause and death of the world, there is cause and effect, and the old man does not do anything against the sky. ”

Liuli snorted: "I'm relieved, the master is famous, and I believe that I won't embarrass the little woman." As he spoke, he took the silver chuan and tried the tea that the old lady He had not touched on the table, took a sip, and said: "Now what I am worried about is that there is no accident, I will become the house slave of He Fu in three days, and sign a deed of sale that can never be recovered." Does the master have a way to crack it? ”

Yongxin held the Buddha beads and said slowly: "The destiny of heaven is man-made." The benefactor is cautious and will be able to turn evil into good fortune. ”

Liuli saw that he was playing Tai Chi again, and he couldn't ask anything, but he was annoyed, and when he saw that there was a pen and paper, he wrote casually.

"The master is the only person in this world who can speak at present, this time to give some tips, in the future, when I raise my eyebrows, I will donate hundreds of thousands of incense money to thank the Buddha, isn't it good?"

Yongxin didn't nod his head.

Liuli got up and was about to salute, Yongxin suddenly picked up her note and looked at it. "Yizhen, is that your name?" Ruri nodded. Two sentences written on the paper: Yizhen is also false, false and true; Once the heart dies, Nirvana is reborn. The glass characters are well written, and he is often complacent, thinking that he has fallen into his arms, so he is full of hope: "Can you dial one or two like this?" Yongxin shook his head: "No." ”

Liuli was extremely frustrated, and there was a knock outside the door: "Master, the time has come." ”

When the hour of the child has come, it is time to adjourn, and all the people outside are to come in. Liuli was heartbroken, and made a gesture with Yongxin, "I hope the master will not reveal Yizhen's whereabouts." If you have a chance in the future, you will go to the White Horse Temple to thank you. ”

After speaking, he quickly retreated the way he came.

When Liuli returned to the small cross courtyard, there was no one in the house, and I didn't know where Cui Ying had gone. So he went to the kitchen to scoop water and wash his feet, and when he lifted the lid of the pot, he found that there was still leftover broth in the vegetable pot on the side.

Liuli still covered the pot, washed up and went back to the room to sleep.

The next morning, someone still brought food, a bowl of japonica rice porridge, two spring rolls, a plate of pickled bamboo shoots and two siu mai. After Liuli finished cleaning up, she sat at the table, took advantage of Cuiying's back to her to pick out the clothes to wear today, and tested the poison with Yinchuan'er. In the end, it was okay to try out japonica rice porridge, spring rolls and siu mai, and Yin Chu'er put it into the pickled bamboo shoots, and immediately a bell was blackened. She secretly wrapped the pickled bamboo shoots in a handkerchief and put them in her purse.

Liuli asked the mother-in-law who sent the rice: "Which mother made these pickled bamboo shoots, they are delicious." ”

The mother-in-law was a little proud and a little disdainful: "This is made by Sister Mao, the second lady in charge of the big kitchen." Sister Mao's pickled side dishes are the fourth lady's favorite, and you are the one! The girl is also a good blessing, just ran into Miss Jinse, and by the way, it added a little to you. ”

Jin Se is the eldest girl next to the Nie family, and the five girls are the daughters of the Nie family, if this poison is not the work of He Yanhua's unsuccessful plan, he will not believe it if he kills Liuli.

It's just that she is not Yuhua, why did she also fall into trouble with herself? Is it because the Nie family has always been attached to the Yu family?

The chanting will begin at the time of the morning, and now it is the time of the day, and the glass sits in front of the window and turns the scriptures. Cui Ying opened the curtains, and the early morning mist rushed in, carrying a coldness.

Liuli simply walked out of the porch. Outside the porch is a well, and two people are squatting facing each other under the roses to wash their clothes. Liuli looked at the mist and remembered that the original time was also connected to the chanting on the night, and she lived directly in the Buddha hall. This time, I changed to live in this small courtyard, and I don't know if there is a mystery.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water at the well, and the two laundry men stood up with one end of the futon and twisted each other left and right.

Liuli looked intently, and saw that the gray man on the left was older, his hair was all pulled up, and he was tied with a wooden hairpin, and he was a mother-in-law. The one on the right is very young, eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a lotus pigment shirt, hibiscus face, hanging eyes, and a red Shanshan hairpin on his head, piercing his eyes.

Liuli suddenly remembered the plate of mung bean cake.

There is no shortage of ** things in the courtyard of the deep house, yesterday the man in Tsing Yi sneakily sent mung bean cake to the room, and the coral hairpin pressed under the plate was inserted on the woman's head, no cat is strange. It's just that the man looks familiar, and he is dressed as a steward, which courtyard is it?

I only heard the woman speak, "I am in the middle of work today, and I don't have time to wash the rest." You help me pick it up, and thank you later. As he spoke, he wiped his hands on the placket of his shirt and prepared to leave.

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