Liu Sanqian identified it, but no one recognized it. But the spirit of this Buddha bead would not let her see this story for no reason, so she boldly guessed: The cute girl named "Shen Qingjun" was Yang Wanwan's previous life, and the other abandoned baby may be the white-clothed monk who repeatedly appeared in her dreams.

Who was the man holding the abandoned baby? Why was he killed? And by whom?

And what will happen to these two children?

The answer to all this can only be known by watching it.

"Qingjun. Shen Pingru wanted to come to see the abandoned baby in swaddling clothes, but he didn't expect his beloved daughter to be there, so he picked her up and looked at the baby in the middle of the bed together.

Shen Qingjun looked very seriously, she was used to being the youngest person in the entire mansion, and suddenly saw a child who was a little younger than her and only knew how to sleep, and felt a little novel.

"Daddy, who is he?" Shen Qingjun asked curiously, his round eyes widened.

"It's no one, Qingjun, you don't need to remember," after Shen Pingru finished saying this, he beckoned to the nurse Zhang's mother, "Take the young lady down." ”

"Yes," Zhang's mother hurriedly agreed, and took his palm pearl from Master Shen's hand, "Miss, today a cook made Miss's favorite little heavenly crisp, which is fragrant at the door, and the dim sum is Miss's favorite concubine red." ”

Shen Qingjun's interest in a childish child is far inferior to what to eat for lunch today, she looked at her father who was facing here for a while in the arms of Zhang's mother, and then she really responded to what her father said and left the child behind.

Zhang's mother's footsteps were far away, Shen Pingru didn't look back, he looked at the sleeping child in swaddling clothes, and said, "Three days later, send it to Nanling, Jialan Temple." ”

"Yes. A young man with a knife, dressed in an ordinary robe and a white-haired coat, nodded.

"Bring another box of gold and silver, and use it as incense money. Send it to the abbot of the debate. Shen Pingru thought about it and added.

"Yes. "Young people should respond again.

Three days later, the young man took the child in his arms and got into the carriage to Nanling. Along the way, it was very bumpy, but the child was weird and didn't cry or make trouble. Even the young man fed him little by little with the broken steamed buns, and he never wanted to, nor did he make a fuss about drinking milk.

Suzaku Bridgehead, Garan Temple. Liu Sanqian is very familiar with this place, but the Garan Temple thousands of years ago is even more dilapidated than what you see now, and it is so depressed that it is not even a temple.

This temple is located in the middle of a bamboo forest in the wilderness. If a lost person passes by, they may think of it as a deserted temple that has no one to take care of.

He was greeted by a man with a straight back and clear eyes. He was about fifty years old, and his eyes revealed a profound understanding. The man pushed open the door, stood alone, and saw the young man holding a baby, he was not happy or angry, but he raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't say any charm, but he seemed to see a sense of breaking and standing up.

"Abbot, this child is going to be entrusted to you. The young man patted the baby on the back and said goodbye.

"I and Pingru have known through letters. Don't worry, my brothers and I will take good care of him. "The abbot of Bianzhen clasped his hands together, and he was wearing a white monk's robe and a white robe. The eyebrows are clear, but the muscles are not as good as those of that age, and they are very tight.

The youth nodded.

"From now on, the green light and the red fish, the three conversions and the five precepts. He will practice with my disciples and disciples, regardless of mortals. Amitabha. The abbot held the child, and did not seem to be distressed at all, there were no women, only a few monks how to take care of a baby child.

"And this box of gold and silver,......" the young man dragged a box out of the carriage and motioned to the abbot.

"Needless to say, I know Pingru's intentions. This young man, please help me convey my gratitude when I go back, and thank Brother Shen for his support to my Jialan Temple in the past few years. Tell him that the Buddha is all in his eyes. His merits, one day, will be fulfilled for him. ”

After hearing this, the young man immediately replied, "I will truthfully convey the abbot's words to the master." ”

"Little boy, there is one more thing ......," said the abbot of Fenzhen, looking at the infant who was quiet in his arms and did not show any fear.

"Abbot, please. ”

"Does this son have a name?"

The young man shook his head, "This son was abandoned in the Shen Mansion, and there was only a string of Buddha beads around him. He may have a name, but the man who discarded him didn't leave a message to tell, sir...... I never gave him a name. ”

"In that case, before he is officially ordained, I will call him 'Ah Zhu'! That string of Buddhist beads can come with me?" asked again.

"He carried the beads with him. ”

"Good. ”

"Abbot, don't send it, I take my leave. The young man looked back at the impatient groom and said goodbye.

"Little boy, this return journey, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and I hope that the road will be safe, Amitabha. The abbot drew an arc with his hands, clasped his hands together again, closed his eyes, and seemed to pray for him.

"When—"

"When—"

"When—"

The young man heard the bronze bell of Qingyue, so he lifted the curtain and looked towards the ancient temple. The temple hidden in the bamboo forest, and the melodious and ethereal bells, seem to finally have a taste of Buddhist cultivation.

From a distance, the abbot was entering the temple and closed the door.

The next clip, although it flashed quickly in front of Liu Sanqian's eyes, she could see that this child named "Ah Zhu" had lived in Garan Temple since then. Don't look at the small size of this Garan Temple, in fact, there are more than a dozen monks who eat and live together. There are also two great Buddhas, one is Shakyamuni Buddha and the other is the Longevity Buddha.

Although Ah Zhu has never been shaved, he also meditates with his fellow uncle, has one meal a day, and attends morning and evening classes.

Since he never listened to foreign affairs and concentrated on cultivating Buddhism, he inevitably grew old and did not look like a child at all.

By the time he was five years old, he was able to memorize the Lotus Sutra, the Pranya Sutra, the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra and other scriptures, and the abbot and uncle were all amazed. It is said that he is destined to have a relationship with the Buddha and is a child who is favored by the Buddha.

And, in the past five years, his eyebrows and eyes have gradually grown, his nose has become handsome, and his eyes are clear and not worldly. It's a child who will praise "so handsome" when he sees it.

In the fourteenth year of Wude, May 15, it is the most lively time in Nanling, and even this remote place such as Jialan Temple has a little more popularity, and there will be many people wearing gorgeous clothes to come to the temple to bow down.

They came to the temple to bow down and worship only by the way, on a whim. The main reason is still May 15, which is the Duanyang Festival in Nanling. Many businessmen who have done business in prosperous areas such as Luoyang and Yangzhou, according to the rules of their ancestors, have to return to Nanling to worship their ancestors and pray for the blessing of their ancestors.

In addition to being a little more lively than usual, there is more incense money, in fact, there is no difference. For Azhu, this is even more so. He devoted himself to practicing Buddhism, and when he read the scriptures, he had no distractions, and he didn't even notice that the temple was much noisier than usual.

On the day of the Duanyang Festival, it was Azhu's turn to go to the river to make clothes. He carried a pile of monk's robes, some of which had been worn for a long time, and had already come to the river with a foul smell. He soaked his monk's robes and heard a bunch of chattering children talking and walking towards the river.

"Cousin Junqing, how long are we going to stay in this place!"