When the Battle of Tongshu was in full swing, three people from other prefectures came from outside the gate of Kyoto.

A young lady in plain clothes led a girl, accompanied by a son.

Without exception, they lined up at the back of the flow of people leading to the city, waiting in turn for the inspection of the city gatekeepers.

You must have a customs clearance certificate issued by the imperial court to enter, which shows that the imperial court's external precautions are becoming more and more close, and they have smelled danger.

Naturally, these three people from other counties did not have customs clearance certificates, and when it was their turn to pass the customs, the prince took out the Taoyuan token and quietly signaled to the gatekeepers.

The doorman looked at it suspiciously, as if he was suspicious, but he soon found the jade flute on the waist of the plain-clothed woman, and immediately let him go.

"They're all ours?" As soon as he entered the city gate, Sheng Lan couldn't help but ask Fang Hai.

Fang Hai nodded while leading the way in front and said, "Yes, Mu Niang has already taken care of it, but I'm afraid that there are a lot of our people in the forbidden army now." ”

Hua Yan suddenly stopped, "Fang Hai, you go back first and tell the shepherd mother the news that we have entered the city, so as not to worry her." ”

"Where are you going?" Fang Hai asked worriedly.

"The surroundings of the Forgotten Dust Building must be covered with the Queen Mother's eyeliner, and it is inconvenient for me to go back. I'll look elsewhere, and I'll contact you if I do. Without waiting for Fang Hai to answer, Huayan walked into the lively street market on his own.

Fang Hai still wanted to follow, but was stopped by Sheng Lan, "You can do whatever Miss says." She has her knot to untangle, so why bother with her? ”

Fang Hai looked at the direction in which Hua Yan left, his brows tightened, and he sighed lightly: "That's what makes people worry even more......"

"Today's young lady is no longer the young lady of the past, no one can easily hurt her, you can rest assured." Sheng Lan patted Fang Hai on the shoulder, turned around and followed quickly.

The streets are full of special snacks, and the pedestrians and vendors who come and go are all comfortably immersed in the noisy atmosphere of the moment.

The winding alleys, the smoking teahouses, the willow trees next to the arched bridges, everything is still there, everything is still the same.

It will not be renewed by the joy of man, nor will it be defeated by the sorrow of man. It has both a broad mind that accommodates all things without moving, and a cold-blooded and ruthless attitude that ignores everything.

How can I miss this land that once carried my infinite happiness?

Hua Yan looked at the surrounding scenery carefully, thinking in amazement.

Why do you look at me with confused eyes? You don't recognize my face under the veil, and you don't know what I've been through.

Hua Yan slowly passed in front of a jewelry store, ignoring the astonishing sound of the shopkeeper chasing out the door.

The people living in this quiet street, who would have thought of the once glorious painting of the Taishou Mansion? Who can still remember the heart-wrenching 'bloody execution ground'?

The autumn rain seems to be able to see through people's hearts, and it is pouring down.

Without an umbrella, he walked heavily to the door of a dilapidated mansion.

The black lacquer with the words 'Painting' written on the door plaque has gradually fallen off, and the crumbling plaque has turned out pieces of white sawdust.

Hua Yan slowly approached the door, pushed open the door with the word 'sealed' with both hands, and finally stepped on the steps covered with dark green moss.

The osmanthus in front of the courtyard has long since withered, and the decayed fallen leaves have spread all over the courtyard.

Raindrops beat on the dry leaves, making a mournful evening song.

Father, mother, sister, Qiao'er, the former voice and smile wandered in the quiet corridor, looming.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the apricot blossom tree that is still full of vitality and straightness in the bath flower stream.

Hua Yan stumbled to the small pavilion in the backyard and sat down, his eyes full of desolation.

Sheng Lan couldn't help wiping away her tears, and stepped forward to persuade: "Miss, don't be too sad, if the old lady is still here, she definitely doesn't want Miss to be hurt again." ”

Huayan looked around in a daze, although there were no tears in his eyes, he couldn't hold back the grief in his heart.

After a long time, Hua Yan muttered: "Shenglan, go find your father, sister, and Qiao'er if they still have savings, and then go to the street to buy incense and candles, you have to worship them." ”

"I'll go!" Sheng Lan agreed, wiped away his tears, and retreated.

Hua Yan thought of something, took out the jade flute, stood up, faced the wind and rain, and slowly blew.

The sound of the flute is like crying, covered in the autumn wind and rain, and it breaks people's intestines.

On the other side, may you send my thoughts to the people on the Yellow Spring Road, and may your bright figure shine in their direction, and you will no longer suffer from this desolation in the next life.

If there is an afterlife, we will become a family again. Now let me be a painter and thoroughly understand all these grievances. Wait, it's almost there.

After the song, the rain has gradually stopped.

The painter turned around and walked towards the door without hesitation.

Sheng Lan closed the door, quickly followed behind Hua Yan, and handed her an umbrella, "Miss, where are we going?" ”

"Zhongnan Mountain," said Hua Yan, holding an umbrella, floating in the wind and rain.

Mt. Junnan is the oldest nunnery in Kyoto, there is a tall stone wall statue of Guanyin in the nunnery, it is said that this is the place where Guanyin Niangniang meditated and became a Buddha, and the stone wall is illuminated by the light of Guanyin Buddha, only to carve its figure, there is the incarnation of Guanyin in the world. Over the years, the incense has been flowing and is deeply convincing to the people.

Now that it is almost the autumn moon, cigarettes are flourishing on Zhongnan Mountain, and men, women and children come to seek good fortune.

Huayan and Shenglan also came here.

Offering money and incense, pedestrians of all colors have it, but the painting is dressed in snow-white plain clothes, which is chaotic and still unique.

The painting face was not disturbed, and he went straight to the Buddha hall and bowed sincerely.

Looking at Guanyin Bodhisattva's loving face, she gently closed her eyes, "Father and mother, are you in heaven?" Can you see your daughter? My daughter has come back to see you, and the day of revenge is approaching, but my daughter's heart is so troubled. Can bloodlust really be exchanged for peace? In the past, I never lived to understand that when I went to another world, I still suffered this calamity.

Father and Mother, are you in heaven? Is it only in heaven that we can avoid fighting for each other and have eternal happiness? ”

"God bless the little student this year! God willing, the child has elderly parents to support, and there is ......"

"Master Guanyin, please give the letter girl a child, my wish is enough to ......"

"Over the years, I have given so much silver to the Xu family's bare legs, but my pockets are slippery, what a job! ......”

Hua Yan was interrupted by the noise around him, frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Sheng Lan helped the painting Yan up, pointed to a door next to him and said, "I just went to inquire, and the deacon there said that there are tablets in the nunnery, and as long as the incense is brought in every year, he will take care of it for us." ”

Hua Yan nodded, "Then ask them to provide it for us." As he spoke, he was about to go to the deacon's room.

"Ouch! O my son! How do you run to the head of the Bodhisattva! What a good thing to be now! In the Buddhist hall, a woman's crying and scolding suddenly sounded.

Sheng Lan suddenly stopped, turned his head and pointed to the stone wall and exclaimed, "Miss, look at it!" ”

Looking back, I found that there was a fifteen or six-year-old child hanging upside down on the Buddha's hand of the statue of Guanyin on the stone wall.

Listening to the cry of the woman in the hall, it was a child who was playful, climbed the Buddha statue, lost his footing and almost fell, but fortunately was hooked by the Guanyin Buddha's hand to the belt, so as to temporarily save his life.

The child was frightened, struggling in a panic, and was about to fall. Without saying a word, he tapped his toes, brushed his sleeves and jumped lightly towards the stone wall.

But a faint white shadow flashed in the golden light, surrounding the child, and then fluttering to the ground in the air.

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, "Look! Guanyin Bodhisattva has appeared! ”

When everyone heard this, they looked up.

"The woman in white was born with soft eyebrows and good eyes, and then look at her with a graceful style and a good boy in her hand, isn't it Guanyin Niangniang who borrowed the reincarnation of a mortal body and came to inspect the world!"

"Amitabha, meet the monk."

As soon as the painting landed, he returned the child to the woman safely, and when he raised his eyebrows, he found that everyone in the Buddhist hall was inexplicably bowing to him, but the leader was the deacon in the nunnery.

Huayan was stunned at first, and suddenly had a plan, she brushed her hands with a smile and said: "Everyone hurry up, all beings in Buddhism and Taoism are equal, why should you bow down to me?" You and I are both Buddhist friends, not to mention teaching karma to solve doubts, but to communicate Buddhism and Taoism with each other, if you can guide the maze, we are all happy. ”

When everyone heard this, they were immediately convinced, and they all rushed to ask: "Please guide me through the maze!" ”

"Master, help me ask the Bodhisattva, can my wish come true?"

"Tuas! Tuas! ”

Huayan walked back and forth in the crowd to observe, she suddenly stopped, pointed to a person in a short shirt who looked like a woodcutter crowded on the periphery, and said: "This son, don't be too anxious, you have studied hard for ten years, served the old mother, and your filial piety can be learned." This year's list will definitely be on the list. ”

The woodcutter exclaimed, "How does the Master know what I want?" ”

Huayan looked back at the statue of Guanyin on the stone wall, smiling without saying a word.

"It must be the Bodhisattva's manifestation and informing the Master! Boy, you're in luck! Someone suddenly said in the crowd of onlookers.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva! Thank you Tuas! The man said, and he bowed to the painting again.

He bowed his head and bowed, walked to the side of a woman in front of him, and said gently: "The heart of your request will be ripe at the end of the year." ”

The woman was overjoyed and recited good words to worship.

When everyone saw that this woman really knew divine powers, they became more and more fierce.

Although Sheng Lan didn't know what Miss was planning, she just stopped everyone for her and presided over the order, "Come one by one, don't squeeze, don't bump into Tuas." ”

This worked, and everyone gradually became at peace again.

Huayan paced left and right, her eyes fluttering back and forth in the crowd, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she raised her head and called to the little girl who was about to go out with a cloth bag on her shoulder: "This little brother, please stay." ”

Huayan slowly caught up a few steps, everyone consciously gave way, and more enthusiastic viewers pulled the little guy back.

The little guy didn't know why, so he asked blankly, "What did the priest call me?" ”

Huayan smiled mysteriously: "I have nothing to do, I just want to remind the little brother to choose a windfall today, don't forget your heart." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for the little guy to ask, Hua Yan turned around and left.

The little girl was puzzled, scratching her head and walking out of the nunnery with a question mark on her face.

Everyone still wanted to ask, but Hua Yan shook his head and said: "That's all for today's answer, if you say more, it will be a leak." ”

She took her eyes off the little guy who had walked away and turned to Shenglan to wink.

Sheng Lan nodded in understanding, bypassed the crowd, and quietly chased after him.

"Is Tuas suggesting that I'm going to make a windfall today? Anecdotes......" The little guy pondered while walking down the Zhongnan Mountain, passing under a locust tree, and suddenly hit his head with a heavy weapon.

He covered his head with a faint pain, raised his head and scolded: "Who! Such a short eye......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw two large silver gold lying on the ground.

The little guy was overjoyed, his head didn't hurt anymore, and he ran back to Xu's Mansion happily with the gold, and said when he met people.

This matter quickly spread throughout the Xu Mansion, and even the owner of the mansion, Xu Xianzhi, was also interested.