Mingguang asked, "Do you remember the day you used a cup of tea to put me to sleep?" ”

On this topic, Mu Jiu was a little embarrassed, could she not admit that the cup of tea was given by her?

Mingguang didn't really ask her to answer, and said to himself: "That day, I had a dream, a bizarre dream, and there were many people in it that I didn't know, but they all seemed to know me. ”

Mu Jiu's steps stopped, his expression became solemn, Mingguang also stopped, and turned to look at her: "After waking up from the dream, many of them were blurry, I felt very strange and familiar, but I just couldn't remember, and the only thing I remember was that there was a little girl in the dream, I called her...... Shu'er. ”

Mu Jiu's face faded all the blood in an instant, but her expression was only faint, and she couldn't see what emotions she was feeling.

"And then? What else? "Indifferent opening, no emotional ups and downs, let alone nervousness or panic.

"No, but I'm sure you must have known me, in those times I don't remember." Mingguang said firmly, his voice was still so good, and his eyes were so gentle.

Only then did Mu Jiu realize that Mingguang had been saying 'you and me' instead of 'donors and poor monks' just now.

Mu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, spit out heavily, and walked forward slowly: "Are you tired of being a monk now and want to return to the world?" ”

"No, the poor monks have been used to such days, and they are willing to do this all their lives, but Buddhism follows cause and effect, those who were poor monks in the past, even if they forget, it is still there, the cycle of cause and effect, you can't escape, you can't avoid it, and the poor monks will face it after all."

The transparency and clarity of an enlightened person does not seem to be afraid of cause and effect.

Mu Jiu looked at him, half a sound, and suddenly smiled.

"Why is the donor laughing?" Mingguang didn't understand Mu Jiu's reaction.

Mu Jiu looked at Mingguang, his bald head was also very bright, and there was rare tenderness and comfort in his eyes: "Mingguang...... Remember the words of today, remember them well, if one day ...... I also hope that you can face it openly, if you can really transcend the world, it will be good. ”

Mu Jiu tilted his head slightly, and seemed to be a little more relaxed: "As for other things, don't come to ask me, and I won't tell you, since you believe in cause and effect, then practice with peace of mind and wait for your cause and effect." ”

Mingguang finally determined that Mu Jiu's special treatment was really not his self-righteousness, but this relationship has nothing to do with men and women, warm and not abrupt, and has always maintained a suitable distance, he can understand that she is guarding him.

"Amitabha, the poor monk understands." He just wanted to be sure of something, and he didn't want to break the casserole to ask the end, just as Mu Jiu said, continue to practice, and wait for his cause and effect.

When they arrived at the City God Temple together, the temple had already prepared the rituals, and they were waiting for Mingguang to spend time together for the dead soldiers.

Mu Jiu didn't put on the incense, gave some sesame oil money, and found a good position next to it, listening to Mingguang reciting the scriptures.

He was reciting the mantra of death.

Mingguang's voice is very good, not male seductive, but very clear and Buddha-like, as if from the top of the holy mountain, soaked in spring water, with the ethereal and holy spirit that is not stained by the world, listening to it makes people's hearts seem to be washed, so that people can't bear to blaspheme, only awe and piety.

Of course, Mu Jiu is still very realistic, compared to the voices of those old monks, only Mingguang's voice can make her like it, after all, her face is good-looking.

However, today, Mu Jiu originally wanted to listen to the scriptures to calm down the impetuousness in his heart, but in the end, the more he listened, the more dull he became, and in the end, he couldn't even listen to it anymore.

Mu Jiu left, without alarming Mingguang, and walked silently.

Nanfeng and Xigui followed Mu Jiu all the way, and seemed to see that she had something on her mind, so they didn't come forward to disturb, but just dutifully looked at whether there was any danger around them.

Mu Jiu unconsciously walked on the road he had come, and walked to the embankment again, and Mingguang's words echoed in his ears.

Shu'er ...... This title is too long, so long ago that she has to forget it.

Mu Jiu didn't know if others were willing to live a life with their memories, but she didn't want to, she didn't have much resentment when she died, more about liberation, she just wanted to disappear, but God wanted to punish her and let her reincarnate with those memories.

Carrying the past life and this life, she has always wanted to forget, but she can't forget, everyone can forget, only her, remember the most clearly, this is probably the punishment for doing too much evil.

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Back in the barracks, Mu Jiu knew that he had to move out, before because of the war, Xiao Junshu had to live in the barracks, and now that everything is over, he can naturally move out.

When Mu Jiu went back, everything was almost packed, and she was the one who was missing.

came out to take a breath and saw that Dongyue was entangled with a person who looked like a civil official, and behind the civil official, there were three girls with outstanding appearances in cloaks.

This is...... For Xiao Junshu?

Mu Jiu looked at the three of them, smiling meaningfully, jealous? What is she jealous of, the Hou Ye is clean and self-conscious, so he needs to be jealous?

Dongyue felt Mu Jiu's gaze, turned his head to look, and instantly sweated on his forehead, and the hostess looked at it, and it was over.

"Enough, you go back quickly, Master Hou doesn't need anyone to wait here." He dares to put people in, he is tired of being crooked?

The person in charge was also anxious, and pleaded with a face: "I'm tired of the general's accommodation, let them see the Hou Ye, and the younger one is also acting according to orders, if you don't hand over people, you can't pay it back." ”

After speaking, he quickly glanced at the girls in the back, and one of them was more bold, and stepped forward with a pitiful and coquettish face.

"General Dongyue, you can do it, we are specially sent to serve the Hou Ye, if we are sent back, we will not have a good life, you can take pity on us weak women, help, we will all be grateful for your great kindness."

It stands to reason that a macho general will like a squeamish girl very much, but Dongyue listened to her pretentiousness, and only felt that his scalp was numb and his whole body was uncomfortable.

Great kindness? He was afraid that he would be skinned and cramped by Hou Ye.

Raise your hand and summon a few guards, with a tough attitude: "Take the people out at once, let them in again, and give each of them fifty sticks." ”

As soon as they heard that they were going to be beaten with sticks, several guards didn't care about pity for the fragrance and jade, and forcibly drove people away with knives.

The three girls cried so much: "General, why are you so ruthless?" Is it really going to kill us? ”

Dongyue turned around and didn't bother to look at them anymore, sneered twice, and said in his heart: It is your business to live or die, and no one forces you.

It's hard to be sent back, is it better to stay with Hou Ye? Don't say that Hou Ye won't look at them squarely, they are obviously chess pieces sent by someone with a heart, maybe they will move some crooked thoughts in the future, don't talk about life when the time comes, life is better than death.

(End of chapter)