"I hope it didn't disturb the master to entertain the guests."

"The county master said that you are a distinguished guest."

Passing through a quiet path paved with white stone slabs in the forest, and walking along the corridor for twenty or thirty steps, you can see the presiding room that receives the distinguished guests of the temple, and the environment is elegant and Zen.

A shiny little novice led the way in front and brought Ouyang Rong here.

The former has hair that has not been seen for many days, or is it the same as before, looking honest and honest.

Ouyang Rong entered the temple before entering the temple, and first went to Liu Ashan's house, and after visiting Ah Qing and Liu's mother, he came to see Master Shandao.

On the promenade, the two talked and laughed all the way.

The hair is also ripe, it is a playful age, but he has not gone down the mountain for a long time, so he naturally seized the opportunity to ask Ouyang Rong questions, mainly some interesting anecdotes about the dragon boat club.

Ouyang Rong picked up the words and replied casually, in fact, Xiao Shami asked which dragon boat team won in the end of the dragon boat meeting, and he also forgot that on the last day, he just went to the high platform to give an award, and went back to get busy after going through the process. ，

When I came to the door of the host room, I vaguely heard the sound of conversation inside the door.

In addition to the familiar voice of Master Shandao, there is also a strange woman's voice, cold and tactful, a bit like the voice of the royal sister.

Ouyang Rong stopped with his hair, looked at each other, left the corridor, and walked to a stone table and stone pier in the flower garden to wait.

In this regard, the hair substitute apologized, Ouyang Rong shook his head, and did not reprimand.

His eyes fell on the whitewashed wall outside the door of the presiding room, where there was a folded vermilion oil-paper umbrella, leaning against the wall.

Less leaning, the conversation in the host room stopped, the door opened, and the master of the good guide respectfully sent out a hooded girl in a peach-colored skirt.

The girl was followed by a cute bun-faced little maid.

After the little maid went out, she didn't forget to pick up the red umbrella against the wall, and chased the girl with the umbrella.

Master Shandao seemed to catch a glimpse of Ouyang Rong and the two figures waiting in the flower garden in the distance, and without sending them more, Shi Shi stopped and saluted with his hands folded:

"Female Bodhisattva, rest assured, if there is any other news, the old man will send the monk to your house to inform you as soon as possible."

"Then there is Master Lao, this matter is very important to me."

The girl in the peach skirt bowed her head slightly, and returned the salute with a single slender hand, her tone seemed to be a little lost, but she didn't talk nonsense, and left neatly with the little maid with a bun face.

A gust of spring breeze from the treetops blew across the corridor, lifting the white veils of some hooded girls, and Ouyang Rong only saw a sharp chin and a touch of vermilion lips, the former like freshly peeled spring bamboo shoots.

The Master of Good Guidance saw the distinguished guest leave, turned around and walked over, his face apologetic;

"The county lord has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay, the master looks busy."

"She, the old man is a hard life, and I don't know who passed on a little bit of good guidance for the old man, every day tourists from all over the world, men and women come to visit too much, and the monks can't stand up, they can only do it themselves."

The black-clothed old monk with fluttering white beard and fairy wind bones sighed:

"I'm not afraid of the jokes of the county lord, in fact, most of the donors and Bodhisattvas come to visit...... It's just something that makes the old man confused, but the Dharma is boundless, my Buddha is compassionate, the old man is dull but it doesn't mean that the Buddha is dull, just guide these destined people to seek the path in the boundless Dharma. ”

So you're lying, right?

Ouyang Rong complained in his heart, but he agreed very much on his face:

"It's all the same, the county government is also a bunch of trivial cases every day, such as the wife of the Wang Yuanwai's family on the next street who has a stomach for a long time, and she secretly cries to the official, saying that the parents must investigate ......carefully."

He looked indignant: "You say, what should I do for her about this kind of thing?" ”

The Master of Good Guidance thought about it and warmly suggested:

"Then if you report the case again another day, the county lord can recommend this Mrs. Wang to come to our Donglin Temple to ask for a child, and the goddess of mercy in my temple is well-known in Jiangzhou."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand:

"No need, I later heard from my subordinates that Wang Yuanwai died of illness last year when he was running a business in other places, you say, what kind of pregnancy is she pregnant with as a widow? Isn't this a fake case to tease the official? I directly asked Rokuro to drag her down, and symbolically drove her away. ”

He sighed: "There are also Diao people among the masses." ”

The master of the good guide and his hair were stunned for a moment, looked at the handsome face of a young county commander, and stopped talking.

County sir, are you sure this is not an unjust case?

The master and apprentice had nothing to say for a while.

The young county magistrate shook his head, didn't mention it anymore, turned his head and said with some curiosity:

"By the way, that girl just came to the master, is it also these trivial things?"

As if he didn't think it was a private thing, the good master muttered:

"The old man doesn't know very well, but he also doesn't know how to figure it out, this female Bodhisattva is here to ask for an ancient speech, and she doesn't know where she heard about it."

It is said that Tao Yuanming made a county order in this county for 81 days, and when he resigned, he left a hidden resignation, and gave it to the host of Donglin Temple at that time...... This female Bodhisattva is looking for this ancient rhetoric and asks us if there is a single copy in Donglin Temple. ”

Ouyang Rong said casually: "Looking for books and exploring the ancients, this girl is interesting, so do you have any remarks in Donglin Temple?" ”

Master Mentor smiled bitterly:

"Master K County, this is all hundreds of years ago, and although our Donglin Temple is an ancient temple, it is not a palace treasury, and there are so many changes of dynasty in the middle, where will there be any detailed notes......"

The old monk paused, and seemed to think of something again:

However, this Tao Yuanming is also a local celebrity, no matter what, if he really has a gift, the hosts of the past generations should have a good collection. I heard the master say before that there used to be a library in the temple to keep the pen and ink manuscripts of such celebrities and celebrities who have a relationship with our temple. ”

Ouyang Rong smiled and said: "Then just go and find it, I can't say that I can earn a sum of incense that the female donor is grateful for." ”

Master Shandao sighed and shook his head: "Naturally, I can't find it, so I have no choice but to send it off." He asked again: "Do you remember the county master, the lotus stupa that the old man mentioned before?" ”

Ouyang Rong slightly: "A little impression, wait, is it the predecessor of the merit pagoda in your temple?" ”

"That's right, it was originally built with the royal funding of the Southern Dynasty to worship the Buddha, and the library that presides over the preservation of the pen and ink manuscripts of celebrities and celebrities is set up in this pagoda, but unfortunately it was all burned to ashes in a fire, and the merit pagoda that was later rebuilt is also."

Master Shandao's face was regretful: "She, this female bodhisattva is very generous, but it's a pity." The seclusion she was looking for should be in it. ”

The host of Donglin Temple has a very high emotional intelligence, and he chats and chats, and does not mention the specific name and surname of this female Bodhisattva.

Ouyang Rong naturally didn't ask much, he actually didn't have much interest when he heard half of it, he was just talking about the greetings before the event.

In addition, the temperament of the girl in the peach skirt who didn't see her face just now really impressed him, and he was naturally a little curious about why this calm figure left disappointed.

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Tell them to look for it."

Ouyang Rong nodded, he was not interested in asking again, and was welcomed all the way into the presiding room by Master Shandao, entered the door, and walked to the window to sit down.

Xiu Fa had just been following the two of them curiously to listen, and now he was about to retreat after pouring tea and water, and before going out, Xiao Shami seemed to remember something, and turned around and asked:

"By the way, master, that female Shi ...... The ancients that the female bodhisattva is looking for can have a name, and I will ask the senior brothers of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look through it. ”

The little novice hurriedly changed his name halfway through and learned to call from the master's mouth. Last time, he asked the master privately why some of the same female pilgrims were called female donors, while others were called female bodhisattvas.

At that time, the master said with a meaningful face that when he understood the mystery one day, he could receive pilgrims instead of the master. As soon as my hair was scolded, I suddenly felt that there was definitely an unfathomable Buddhist principle hidden in it, and only when I realized it could I become a monk like the master......

In the host room, the master of good guidance glanced at the apprentice who was eager to learn and reform with a smile, and replied casually:

"This resignation seems to be a resignation for returning."

"Well, it's a little weird, master." The hair muttered, nodding back.

Master Shandao watched his hair leave, and was about to continue laughing and talking to someone, but as soon as he turned around, the old monk's face was stunned:

"Hey, Master County, why did you spill the tea on your body?"

"It's okay, this tea is so delicious, yes, it's a little shaky."

Ouyang Rong put down the teacup, covered his mouth and coughed, and couldn't help but look in the direction of a certain peach skirt girl outside the door.

His hands were indeed shaking just now.

But it's not that the tea is good, but after hearing a certain five-character name.

The dead language began to attack him.

No, why do you still carry it?

Luming Street, Sioux House.

Early in the morning, a secluded courtyard.

The tranquility is broken, and a group of maids are busy coming in and out.

Behind a screen of flowers and birds in the west wing, a curling mist slowly emerges and fills the room.

Soap horns, hot water buckets, clean towels, thin silk clothes and other items are also sent in and out by the nimble maids.

There are girls bathing in the morning.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was a bun-faced little maid in goose yellow clothes walking over with a wooden plate full of them.

There were bottles and jars on the plate, among which there were wormwood, plasters, hot soups, and pills.

Caishou carried the plate, walked through the alley between the two boudoirs, walked into the courtyard, passed a busy maid, pushed open the door and walked into the hot mist West Wing.

"Thank you, little lady, Madam asked me to give the price of the medicine."

The little maid with a bun face said crisply, and after waiting for a while, the girl behind the screen did not reply.

Caishou put down the medicine plate, approached lightly, and poked his little head into the flower and bird screen to look.

I don't know if it's the spring light behind the screen, or if it's drunk by the heat in the bathtub.

The little maid's fleshy face suddenly flushed.

Behind the screen, a snow-white shadow was not completely launched.

A few red-faced maids with occasional eyes that couldn't help but glance at each other were carefully scrubbing with hot and humid towels.

Because the scars on the girl's back have not completely healed, she can't take a bath, but she has been recuperating for many days, and her body must be sticky and uncomfortable, plus the low-grade fever in the previous night has healed, and she can get out of bed this morning.

So the maids who took care of her in the yard boiled hot water, cleaned her simply, and applied medicine by the way.

Seeing that the white lady behind the screen was like a jade man, the noble lady of the Xie family ignored the words, and the colorful ribbon was not annoyed, as if it was a habit, she turned around and went to get the medicine tray.

Xie Lingjiang's face was slightly weak, his head was lowered, his jet-black hair was hanging straight down like black satin, and his two round and white shoulders were like a white jade plate poking out of the dark night sky, emerging from his wet black hair, making him look more and more lovable.

Especially with the slightly stunned eyes that she was staring at the floor at this moment, and the shocking red marks on her back.

It is even more delicate and timid.

It makes people want to rub it into their arms so that they can be pampered and gracious.

The bun-faced little maid who walked in with the medicine felt that if she were a man, she would definitely not be able to help it when she saw this scene.

Ribbon winked.

However, she knew that the delicate appearance of Little Lady Xie at the moment was just an illusion.

What is hidden in this delicate body is a strong temperament.

Anyway, in the past few days, the colorful ribbon has been an eye-opener, and on that day she was whipped like this, Xie Xiaoniang refused to support her, and walked back to Su Mansion and returned to this courtyard alone.

The next few times of dressing, the whole process was silent.

However, the changes after this injury are not unfounded.

Caishou found that Xie Xiaoniang was often in a daze these days.

Sometimes he was holding the futon and staring at the white clouds outside the window, sometimes he was biting the chopsticks and staring at the rice that was still half a bowl left, and sometimes he was staring at her with his hair tilted, which made Caishou a little scared.

In short, after this injury, Xie Xiaoniang was silent a lot, cherishing words like gold, and giving people an indescribable change on her body.

Caishou went to secretly ask her own lady, but the young lady just didn't look back and continued to read, saying that it was a good thing.

Caishou approached in small steps, smiled softly and said gently:

"Thank you, little lady, it's time to apply medicine."

The lady of the Xie family, who was sitting on the stool on the side of her bent legs, did not raise her head, and under the dripping black wet hair, there was only a soft "um" as thin as a mosquito fly.

The two scrubbing maids stepped aside to fetch clean towels and wipe her hair.

Caishou bent his knees, put the medicine tray on the stool, opened his eyes wide, carefully dispensed the medicine, and said in small pieces:

"Or use the new recipe sent by your senior brother, the previous gold sore medicine did not work well, so the little lady had a low-grade fever overnight, or the new recipe is magical."

"Well, first use the smoky wound of atractylodes and wormwood, and then apply some of this strange plaster, and then put on your clothes, and then drink some decoction to nourish your body, the taste is a little bitter, but hehe, look, I brought a piece of rock candy, and I ......will guarantee it later."

The girl, who had been in a daze since just now, suddenly raised her head and asked, "Where is the senior brother?" ”

"Huh? y。 ”

The white sugar twisted between Caishou's fingers almost fell into the brown medicinal soup, and he was stunned.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Xie Lingjiang's pale pink lips, which were a little bloodless, opened lightly: "Didn't you mention it just now?" ”

Caishou came back to his senses and nodded:

"Yes, this is the healing formula he sent to him...... Where is he, no...... I don't know, he should be busy with the affairs of the county government, he is the county magistrate, didn't he say recently that the county is going to dig a new river, these officials, there must be a lot of official busy"

"Oh."

As if she realized that she had just heard the wrong words, Xie Lingjiang's eyes seemed to be walking into some hazy mist, and her brilliance dimmed a little.

She nodded slightly, moved her buttocks slightly, and Xue turned her back to the little maid with a bun face, and she could take medicine by default.

The little girl didn't think much about it, lowered her head and carefully smeared the medicine.

It's just that, like the two scrubbing maids just now, her eyes couldn't help but wander when she applied some whip marks that stretched far away.

Hmm, it would have been nice if it had been a little more crooked at that time, and I can't say that I can take the opportunity to climb and try the feel of the medicine now...... The little head of the colorful ribbon is cranky, mainly because a certain scenery is indeed spectacular.

Xie Lingjiang didn't know that a certain little maid with a bun face didn't learn well, and she thought about something all day long, but at this time, because of the little girl's distraction, the wound on her back was occasionally too strong when it was smeared, and there was a tingling pain.

Xie Lingjiang bit his lower lip lightly, stared at the few strands of green silk that slipped off his forehead, and did not move or speak.

The West Wing was also silent for a while.

At this moment, the maid's cry suddenly came from the courtyard:

"Little lady, someone came to you, and he said it was your senior brother."

The painted ribbon suddenly felt a flash of white light in front of him, and the scar that was being focused and processed disappeared in general by teleportation.

There was nothing in front of him.

Her eyes widened and she turned her head to look.

A girl with wet hair and a shawl snatched a towel, tilted her head to wipe her hair, and reached for her clothes.

Ribbons and a few maids.

The little maid with a bun face chased after her, stretched out a small hand, and fanned up and down:

"Wait, wait, that's dirty clothes and you can't wear them."