Chapter 47: Slipping Out of Heaven

Xiao Duo stood in front of the bed, no longer crying, Ling Qian'er lay on the bed and comforted: "Xiao Duo, don't cry, isn't it expected that there will be such a result? Because of the master's suppression of me, I can live to this day, eight hundred years is not a lot." ”

Xiao Duo turned his head and cried, "Silkworm Yuexuan is now the only one left. ”

Ling Qian'er said: "How come? Isn't there still a rainy day, in fact, I found that she likes you very much, it is between men and women, and Silkworm Moon Xuan will be your home in the future, keep it well." ”

"She's ...... in the Rain"

"I'm not mistaken, it's true, don't be sad, I've lived for eight hundred years, and the only regret is that I can't kill Zimo with my own hands. ”

Xiao Duo held her hand and said, "Qian'er, let's go back to the demon world together, Youyu and I will accompany you to the end." If you become a ghost, I will go to Huangquan to find you, accompany you to kill the ghosts, and help you become the king of ghosts. ”

Ling Qian'er shook her head and refused: "If you die, you have to die outside, and I don't want to be a ghost king, after I die, I will learn from Si Yao, be a lonely ghost, wandering in the mountains and forests, but also at ease." By the way, where is he buried, Master?"

"Master Zixiu slept peacefully in the Resentful Spirit Cliff, and the light emitted by the demon beads in his body was like fireflies. ”

"The demon bead is still there, so the master will be resurrected one day, right?"

Xiaoduo sighed softly, thousands of years, far away.

Shen Xiyuan gently pushed open the door, an unspeakable sadness rolled back and forth in his heart, and he secretly swore: "I don't care if you are a demon or a ghost, even if you are reincarnated as a human, I will find you and accompany you." ”

"Brother Hee-won. Lingqian smiled at him.

Shen Xiyuan reluctantly smiled and said, "The sage invited us to his banquet, and I will take you to taste the delicacies of the fairy world." ”

Ling Qian'er yawned and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep for a while." ”

Shen Xiyuan said: "Okay, Xiaoduo and I are waiting for you outside." ”

Ling Qian'er didn't dare to sleep when she was sleepy, she was really afraid that she would never wake up again after sleeping this night, and she would dirty the medicine fairy's bed.

The conversation of a few little fairy servants floating in from the window......

"That is Shen Xiyuan, the pavilion master of Suyong Pavilion?"

"yes, I just walked past him, and it feels like a spring breeze. ”

"You two don't be nymphomaniac, Shen Xiyuan, how can you and me be worthy of such an identity? His master Xiao Changyou has been looking for a beautiful woman for him. ”

"Then who is worthy of him?"

I heard that General Yao has a beloved daughter, and he has always admired Shen Xiyuan, and he has hinted to General Shen many times, but General Shen did not respond, he felt that the Yao family was still not qualified. ”

"The Yao family is not qualified enough, my God, do you need the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven to be worthy?"

"It's all rumors, who knows. ”

Ling Qian'er smiled, when people are the most vulnerable, as long as there is someone who gives them a little warmth, it will be easy to rely on him, Shen Xiyuan is probably the person who appeared at this time.

Some roads have to be walked alone.

Ling Qian'er threw away the tracking charm in the sachet, and then put her hand into the treasure bag, thinking in her heart to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live this life.

Suddenly there was an extra thing in his hand, and he took it out to see that it was not a teleportation charm, but a screen painted in the deep mountains, Zixiu said that if he encountered danger in the future, he could go into the painting to hide.

In the painting, the landscape is beautiful, the grass and trees are verdant, and Lingqianer is smiling, so let's do it here.

The medicine fairy's room was quiet, and Ling Qian'er and the screen were gone.

Ling Qian'er opened her eyes and looked around, there were green trees, a babbling stream, and a winding mountain road leading to the bottom of the mountain.

Suddenly hearing a bell, Ling Qian'er looked up at the sky, it was almost noon, but where did the bell come from in this painting?

When she came to the foot of the mountain, there was a large vegetable field in front of her, and a group of hens were hanging out, and there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

Ling Qian'er smiled mischievously: "You are so frightened, could it be that I look like a monster?"

The older monk also smiled, he folded his hands and said, "If the donor is really a monster, I won't be surprised, dare to ask why the little donor came to my pure place?"

Ling Qian'er was puzzled, "Pure land?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, this is the back mountain of Tiantao Temple." ”

Lingqian'er held her chin in her hand and thought, Tianchen Temple ...... Monk......

Little monk of mercy!

Ling Qian'er was stunned for a moment, and said in her heart: "This is not the world in the painting, but through the screen to another place, this screen is the portal." ”

Ling Qian'er lied nonsense: "I came with my family to offer incense, and when my mother was shaking lots, I sneaked out, and I came here unconsciously, and I hope that the master will not blame." ”

The old monk said: "I see, Cixiao, you take her to the temple and find her family." ”

Ling Qian'er followed behind the little monk unhurriedly, and she had a lot of worries along the way, and she had no intention of appreciating this picturesque idyllic scenery.

The gravel path at your feet gradually turns into a flat blue brick road, and then the yellow wall of blue tiles comes into view, and the wall is painted with Buddha statues of different shapes, lifelike and solemn.

There were bursts of bells from the bell tower, loud and long.

Ling Qian'er's mood slowly quieted down.

The little monk stood in front of a wooden door and said, "Donor, please, let's get closer from here." ”

As soon as Ling Qian'er stepped into one foot, her quiet heart was disturbed again by the hot scene in front of her.

More than a dozen monks were so busy that they were sweating profusely, and their faces were full of anxiety, and they couldn't wait to give birth to three heads and six arms.

A monk lifted the lid of the pot, revealing more than 20 steaming snow-white steamed buns.

"Quick, serve it quickly. ”

"It's coming, it's coming. ”

"Are the noodles ready?"

"Just got out of the pot. ”

The monk who was hurrying with a stack of plates in his hand almost bumped into a monk carrying a large basin of water, and although both of them said sorry to each other, their faces were obviously irritated and dissatisfied.

An elderly monk urged, "Don't you hear any children crying with hunger?"

The monks weren't happy.

"We haven't rested for a moment. ”

"You can do it, you can come. ”

"The meal that has just been prepared has been taken away by the servants of the rich merchant, what can we do?"

"Let's ...... If you have the kung fu to give orders here, why don't you help me serve these tofus. ”

Ling Qian'er sighed in her heart: "There is no pure place in this world, and where there are people, it is destined to be inseparable from worldly disputes. ”

She turned around and wanted to leave, but was dragged by the little monk.

Lingqian looked back and saw that he was tugging at his cuffs.

The little monk immediately let go of his hand, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, go this way, your mother must be in a hurry." ”

Ling Qian'er said in her heart: "What do you want to say when you see Minkong later?" I just want to find a quiet place to live this last life......"

"Donor, let's go, I still have a lot of work to do, and if I go back late, Master will blame me." ”

"You go back, I'll go to my mother by myself, it's okay. Lingqian smiled cutely.

"The little monk doesn't know what difficulties the girl has encountered, but since she came to Tiantao Temple, it is related to my temple. He suddenly said with a serious face, "Instead of running away, it is better to take a few steps forward bravely, and I believe that you will usher in the moment when the willows are bright." ”

The little monk in front of him was calm and calm, not affected by the surrounding environment at all.

Ling Qian'er put away the hypocritical smile, covered her chest and exhaled a few deep breaths, and said in her heart: "It turns out that the real purity is the purity of the heart, and now even if I hide in the deep mountains and old forests, I will be irritable." ”

She folded her hands and said, "There is labor." ”

Walking through the kitchen, there was a spacious courtyard in front of me, and seven or eight long tables were filled with food, and each table was full of people.

Ling Qian'er said: "This is really lively. ”

The little monk said: "Recently, there are a lot of people who come to our temple to ask for evil charms. ”

Ling Qian'er was puzzled: "Evil talisman, is there a monster in Rong Guo?"

The little monk replied while leading the way: "Don't you know, don't you know? Many people have died in the palace, and there are rumors that the murderer is a powerful monster. ”

Ling Qian'er said: "Then why don't you go to the palace to post talismans? Civilians didn't die in vain, right?"

The little monk said: "There are a lot of charms posted in the palace, but to no avail, there are still people dying one after another." The people of Xinjing are all in danger, and they all feel at ease when they come to ask for a charm to ward off evil spirits. ”

The two stopped in front of a temple, and the large incense burner in front of the hall was filled with incense, and the air was filled with a strong smell of incense. The futon in the hall was full of pilgrims, and there were many people standing outside the door, waiting to go in to offer incense and shake lots.

At the entrance of the hall stood a young monk with clear eyebrows, talking to the pilgrims with a pleasant face.

He was wearing a string of white jade spirit beads on his wrist, and when he folded his hands and saluted, this spirit bead was revealed, and mortals couldn't see anything, but Ling Qian'er saw the ghostly aura emanating from this spirit bead.

Ling Qian'er said in her heart: "This thing shouldn't be in the hands of mortals, is he an immortal? But he doesn't have any immortal energy on him." ”

Minkong looked this way, surprised and a little happy, hurriedly saluted the pilgrims, and walked towards this side.

Lingqian'er's heart tightened, and she didn't have the heart to think about any spirit beads.

The little monk clasped his hands together and said, "This benefactor has been separated from his relatives. ”

He returned the salute and said, "Leave it to me." ”

The little monk nodded and turned to leave.

Ling Qian'er stood awkwardly in place, silent, waiting for mercy to ask.

Minkong smiled slightly: "Let's go." ”

He didn't ask, Lingqian'er didn't answer, and followed him quietly.

There are fewer and fewer pilgrims, more and more monks, Min Kong salutes with the monks passing by one by one, and finally takes her to a meditation room, the furnishings in the room are slightly luxurious, Ling Qian'er scratched her head, how can there be such a gorgeous meditation room in this temple?

Minkong saw through it and explained: "There are often officials of the DPRK and China and their families who are fasting here, and now the country is not peaceful, these dignitaries and nobles rarely go out, so the girl will live here first, after all, this place is not as simple as other meditation rooms." ”

Ling Qian'er said: "I just heard that little monk say that a lot of people have died in the palace, why don't you go to Suyong Pavilion and invite someone to catch the demon?"

Min Kong said: "I heard that there will be immortals coming to subdue demons, and besides, you can't call him a little monk, you have to call him a little novice." ”

Ling Qian'er replied: "Monk, monk, little novice...... What do you do so clearly? I prefer to be called a little monk, a little monk of mercy, a little monk of compassion. ”

Min Kong smiled: "You can call me that in private." ”