Chapter 3: The cold moon in the plum garden of Fulong Temple meets the dust

Leng Yue got out of the sedan chair, and Nian Jiuling put on the fox fur for her, and even carefully put two fluffy leather covers on her feet. Leng Yue thought to herself: "Do you look like a vixen in human form at the moment?" He laughed a few times and looked up, his eyes full of astonishment. This is Fulong Temple! It's really magnificent, and it makes people sigh. More than 30 meters high Daxiong Treasure Hall, majestic and magnificent; The treasure in front of the palace is exquisitely carved. In the temple, the Buddha statue is as big as more than 20 feet high, and as small as the small candlestick placed in front of the statue, every thing is so fine, huge and detailed, it makes people dazzled.

The worship ceremony is long and complicated, but fortunately, Leng Yue only prostrates, and there is no need to incense and cleaning, and those can only be done by the emperor and the queen themselves. However, after a full 360 head prostrations, it is not something that ordinary people can persevere. Three hundred and sixty is exactly the year of the Holy Dragon, which means that he misses his ancestors every day. First, after completion, only Leng Yue stood up by herself, and the queen and several other nobles were pulled up.

At noon, after fasting, the emperor took the queen to rest, and the nobles were also tired and too lazy to move. Leng Yue was okay, and he regained his vitality after a little movement of his muscles and bones.

Behind Fulong Temple is the plum garden, Leng Yue didn't want to miss the viewing, so he came to the plum garden with the ninth year. There were two little monks guarding the gate of the plum garden, seeing that Leng Yue was dressed extraordinarily, and her face was as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth, she was stunned for a while, and forgot to stop it, and when they came back to their senses, they had already entered the plum garden.

"Senior brother, what should I do? She went in. Xiao He on the left said with a sad face.

The little monk on the right is more clever: "Forget it, today the emperor came to worship the ancestors, presumably the female benefactor is the imperial concubine, and we are not easy to offend." ”

"But Master...... "What else does the little monk on the left have to say?"

The little monk on the right interrupted him and said, "Don't worry, Master won't blame us, Master didn't say that he wouldn't let people in today?" ”

The little monk on the left thought for a moment and muttered to himself: "Yes, in the past, the master would deliberately order that people should not be allowed to enter, but today I really didn't say it." ”

As soon as I entered the plum garden, I found that this plum garden was full of plum trees, and it was already midsummer at the bottom of the mountain, and the plum blossoms here could still bloom, so prosperous, so floating. There was a dark incense. Leng Yue couldn't help but be a little intoxicated. 'It is not snow that comes from afar, only the dark fragrance. 'It's like a fairyland. However, no matter how beautiful it is, it will eventually wither, "scattered into mud and dust". On a whim, Leng Yue broke a branch. Since beauty will eventually pass away, let's appreciate it when it's good, and it's not in vain to drive it once. I have loved and hated it to the bone, so why should I care about it for a long time. It is also a kind of luck that life ends at the most beautiful time. No matter whether the ending is auspicious or vicious, you have to go on.

She felt sad in her heart, so she simply took off her fox fur and danced in a sea of flowers in a thin gauze dress...... Gently open your lips and sing out loud -

"Hongchen has its own infatuators,

Mo Xiao's infatuation is too crazy.

If it weren't for a cold bone,

How can the plum blossoms be fragrant. ”

"What is the state of the world,

Only teach people to promise life and death.

Look at how many stories in the world,

The most ecstasy plum blossom three lanes. ”

"As soon as the plum blossom breaks the human intestines,

Plum blossom two lanes pondered.

Plum blossom three lanes storm,

The clouds and smoke are deep and the water is vast. ”

The petals of the red plum have fallen on her body, and her skin is like snow black hair like clouds, her dancing posture is noble but charming, and for a while she is like a nine-day fairy falling into the red dust, which leads people to infinite reverie.

After singing the song, Leng Yue was already in tears, and finally simply knelt in the snow and cried loudly...... Three lanes of plum blossoms, three lanes of fate, one lane of rebirth of the Holy Dragon Dynasty; two lanes of deep palace bereavement; The three alleys of the demon concubine have a long way to go......

He saw a man dressed as white as plum blossoms walking slowly...... Under the dim afterglow, his narrow side face was cut out by the light in a faint circle, his long eyelashes were slightly upturned naturally, and his tall nose and tight mouth were so handsome that people couldn't breathe. The distance from him was so close, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood coming from his body, which made people confused, and they just wanted to get a little closer.

"In many lands, there are several kinds of minds of sentient beings, and the Buddha did not know them. Why? His voice was clear and magnetic, like the sound of a bell from the temple, striking at her heartstrings word by word. The minds that the Buddha spoke of are not the minds that really exist, but just delusions that arise from one realm to another. The pseudonym is the heart, so what? Because of the heart of the past, it has become the past, and there is no trace, and it cannot be sought. The present heart cannot be remembered, nor can it be obtained. The future is not born, and it is even more unattainable. ”

Leng Yue still looked at him blankly, he was a monk, but unlike other monks, he was wearing a moon-white monk's robe. He was a monk, but he didn't keep his distance from the woman like other monks, but picked up the fox fur that was thrown on the ground by Leng Yue and gently draped it over her body.

"Screen all distractions and do a good job now, which is your only way out." Before leaving, he left such a sentence, Leng Yue had an illusion, he was not a mortal person, but an immortal who came on the sunset.

"...... It's getting dark......" Nian Jiuling reminded in a low voice on the side, he saw all the scenes just now, but he couldn't take a step or open his mouth, so he could only watch silently.

"Who is he?" Leng Yue turned around and asked, she desperately wanted to know who that person was.

He ...... It's the host here. ”

"How is that possible? He wasn't presiding over the sacrifice at all. ”

"Well, but he's the host here. He has always traveled all over the world, and today I am afraid that he has just come back, and he has not yet changed into a robe. ”

"Isn't the presiding robe red? The monk who presided over the sacrifice today is wearing a red robe? ”

He ...... The difference is that he is a member of the royal family, the youngest son of the former emperor, and he was sent here at birth, so his robe is yellow. ”

"Oh...... He's trying to tell me that the past is in the past, and that it's useless to dwell on it. What happens now is what matters, the future has not yet come, and no one can predict the outcome, can it? I know what to do...... Let's go back. Leng Yue's chaotic eyes suddenly became clear, she had already figured out how to follow her own path, even if the result would break her bones, she would not hesitate any longer.

At night, men and women are separated, and even the emperor and queen sleep in different places. On the second day, everyone was told that the emperor wanted to listen to the Dharma explained by Master Luochen, so the trip back to the palace was postponed. As for the others, they can move around as they please, as long as they don't disturb the purity of the Buddhist door.

Because he really wanted to see the dust, Leng Yue always watched him silently in the corner of the hall, his gestures were all elegant and dusty, sitting on the high platform, holding the copper bell, shaking it, the crisp sound was through the ears, and the whole hall was silent in an instant. The wise eyes swept over everyone, and a look of compassion appeared on their faces, and the whole person was like an immortal in the fragrant mist. He spoke, his voice seemed to be penetrating, and it lingered in the hall for a long time.

However, this tranquility and serenity was interrupted by the intrusion of a small novice: "Host, no, there are dead bodies in the plum garden!" ”