When Mo Li's letter arrived at the Western Daying, Murong Chu was in the big tent in the middle of the tent to discuss the issue of border defense deployment with the veteran general Hua Fei Yanghua who came to replace him.

Hua Feiyang was also a fierce general when he was young, and he made a lot of contributions in various battles large and small, but he was seriously injured later and almost lost his life.

This time, the emperor summoned Murong Chu back to Beijing, and after thinking about it, there was no suitable candidate to take his place, and finally thought of Hua Feiyang. Although he has not been on the battlefield for a long time, his strategy is not reduced back then, especially his two sons Hua Wenlong and Hua Wenhu are adults, which are the reserve forces that can be cultivated, so this time the father and son came to the West Camp together.

Murong Chu's impression of Hua Feiyang is not bad, he had heard his father mention this person when he was in the capital before, and when they met this time, the two talked very happily, especially in the way of using soldiers, there are many common views.

The brothers Hua Wenlong and Hua Wenhu admired Murong Chu very much, and pulled him to discuss the art of war and martial arts at every opportunity.

After answering a series of questions from the brothers, Murong Chu finally found an excuse to return to his big tent. Eleven entered the account with him, and after reporting official duties, he took out a letter from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "Master, Miss Mo's letter." ”

Murong Chu took the letter, the corners of her lips raised slightly, after waiting for so long, the little girl finally knew to write a letter to him. Just about to open it, thinking that Eleven was still there, he waved his hand to ask him to step back, and then he opened the lacquer seal and pulled out the page of letter from inside.

Murong Chu, who was full of anticipation, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes the moment he opened the letter, only to see that only six words were written on the big page: Go to Beijing, be well, don't read it, and don't even have a title or payment. The six characters are also divided into three lines, each of which falls diagonally across the entire sheet of paper.

Murong Chu was so angry that he wanted to rub the letter, but he was reluctant, he unfolded it and put it on the table, looked at it and smiled, this is like the little girl's consistent style of acting, always making something different.

In fact, Mo Li didn't want to be funny, but she thought about it and didn't know what to write. Write about what she saw and heard on the road, for fear that Murong Chu would think she was wordy. I wrote that I miss you, and I feel too numb, so I just report that I am safe, anyway, it won't be long before he comes back, and it is not better to say what you want to say in person.

Murong Chu didn't think as much as she thought, and recounted the parting feelings in a free way, filling two pages of letterhead, and finally attaching a sentence: The family letter should be in this format.

sealed the envelope, summoned Eleven, and told him to send the letter to the capital as soon as possible. Eleven received the order to retreat, and Murong Chu read Mo Li's six-word letter several times before folding it and putting it in his arms.

Mo Li was idle at home for a few days, and Mo Jinyu came to pester her every day, asking her to talk about the things in the West Daying, Mo Li was so annoyed that she could only hide in her mother Yu's yard for refuge.

Yu had been sick before, and although her daughter had come back to make her better, she was still in bed for most of the day, but Rao still insisted on going to the side hall at night to have dinner with her children.

After dinner on this day, the family sat in the side hall and talked, Mo Haoxian ran in and out to have fun, Yu looked at the children in the hall and was happy, patted the back of Mo Li's hand and said: "Xi'er is back safely now, it is said that we should also go to the temple to offer incense, thank you Bodhisattva." ”

Duan nodded with a smile: "Xi'er hasn't gone out since she came back, so it's time to go out for a walk." The mother wanted to go someday, and the daughter-in-law instructed someone to prepare. ”

Mo Jinhua frowned slightly: "Mother's health is not good, I just came back, there are a lot of things in the yamen, why don't you wait for a few days when I take a break and then go?" ”

"Since my sister came back, my body has been much better, you are busy with yours, just let our mother go." Before Yu's words fell, Mo Haoxian ran over, leaned into his grandmother's arms and rubbed it, pouted and said, "Grandmother, Xian'er hasn't been out for many days, take Xian'er with you." ”

"Good, good, good," Yu said three good words in a row, and kissed Mo Hao's chubby little face, "Let's go the day after tomorrow, Jinhua and Jinyu can be busy with whatever they want, and they don't have to follow." ”

The next morning, after breakfast, the mother and daughter, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took Mo Hao out of the second gate, the housekeeper Mo Zhong had already let the carriage stop outside the second gate, everyone got into the car, and the maid and the entourage of more than 20 people went out of the Mo Mansion and went straight to the Puning Temple on the outskirts of Beijing.

Puning Temple is not built on a hill like most temples, but at the foot of the mountain, and from a distance, the apricot-yellow courtyard walls are hidden in the greenery, which looks very quiet and solemn.

Facing the breeze wrapped in sandalwood, Yu climbed the stairs with the support of Mo Li and Duan. Entering the temple gate, a little monk immediately greeted him, clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Mo Laofu, senior brother has been waiting in the main hall for a long time." ”

Everyone returned the salute and followed the little monk through the courtyard into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the center of the hall is a huge Shakyamuni Dharma solemnity, and many Bodhisattvas and Arhats are lined up in two compartments. There were no pilgrims in the main hall, only an old monk with a white beard, a red robe, and a ring scar on his head, sitting on a futon, rhythmically knocking on the wooden fish.

Xu heard someone coming in, but the old monk just raised his eyelids slightly, and continued to chant the scriptures.

The maid handed over the offerings to the little monk and placed them on the offering table, and burned incense, Mo Li knelt in front of the Buddha statue in the same way as Yu and Duan, and saw that the two of them were both clasped together and closed their eyes in prayer, so they also closed their eyes and said silently in their hearts: Buddha, I don't know how I came, but since I am here, it will be in your charge in the future, you must cover it...... Oh no, bless me!

Also, bless the Mo family to be safe and sound. Also, there is also a blessing for Murong Chu's smooth return to Beijing. Buddha, don't think I'm greedy, I'm just asking for this, thank you! Thanks a lot!

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the Yu family and the Duan family were already kowtowing, so they also kowtowed three times religiously.

When the three of them got up, the old monk also stood up, clasping his hands together: "Mrs. Mo, don't come unharmed." ”

Yu also saluted: "Thanks to the abbot of the lonely sky, everything is fine." This time, I brought the little girl to repay the vows, and by the way, I added some sesame oil to the temple. ”

Duan stepped forward and handed a purse to the little monk.

The abbot of the Silent Sky saluted in thanks, then raised his wrinkled eyelids, and looked at Mo Li with a pair of eyes that were extremely different from his appearance: "Little donor, Uncle Shi asked Lao Na to bring a sentence: Life is created from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change, everything does not change." ”

The voice was not high, but the sentences knocked on Mo Li's heart, and the torch-like gaze seemed to be able to see through people's souls, which made Mo Li feel a little weak.