In the early morning, the genius was bright.

The vicinity of the morning temple of Donglin Temple began to heat up for the monks and lay people who were doing their morning classes to fill their stomachs.

It's just that in addition to the morning temple, most of the other palaces and courtyards in the temple are dimly lit and full of people.

This is the case in the Beitian Nursing Home, where most people have not yet woken up.

I didn't know that in front of the dry well in the backyard, a red-robed shadow appeared, dusty.

"There are traces of the well rope being reused......

At the wellhead, Xie Lingjiang took a breath, bent down to take a look, and his tiredness was suddenly swept away.

Without saying a word, she turned over and went into the well and jumped into the underground palace.

Xie Lingjiang landed lightly, and his tiptoes were the first to touch, landing on the lotus pedestal.

"Big brother!"

She called out to all directions.

But wait for it to scan a circle of underground palaces called "Pure Land".

The words were swallowed back.

Xie Lingjiang took a deep breath and ignored Monk Xiuzhen who got up and walked in the dark.

Her figure swept like the wind, and she walked around the entire underground palace twice at a rapid pace, and finally returned to the lotus pedestal.

"Not here......" Xie Lingjiang muttered.

The radiance of his eyes gradually dimmed.

There was only a strange withered monk in the underground palace who seemed to be sleeping.

"Wait, this is?"

Xie Ling Jiang Yuguang suddenly swept to something, looked down,

On the half-meter-high lotus pedestal beside him, an empty gray monk's robe lay quietly.

Xie Lingjiang slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the monk's robe, and lowered his head and shrugged slightly.

"It's Senior Brother, you can't be wrong...... He also likes the caged sleeves, the everyday ruffles on which he often carries on his clothes.

He ...... He wore this monk's robe and sat on this lotus platform? Person...... What about people, where did he go...... Where has the elder brother gone......"

Her eyes suddenly brightened and darkened, and she sat down on the stone seat, clutching the clothes left by Ouyang Rong on the stone seat with both hands.

At this moment, on the ground at Xie Lingjiang's feet, there was a "cluck" sound, several times in a row, which seemed to be a combination of some kind of marble bouncing off the ground.

She bent down in a daze, picked up the beads, and looked down to take a closer look.

It's a round ball, crystal clear, faintly emitting a little moonlight.

It seems to be a pearl of the night.

I don't know if it fell from the lotus pedestal, or slipped from the monk's robe in Xie Lingjiang's hand.

"It's... The night pearl that the senior brother gave me, this thing is precious, how could it be left here, the senior brother is not a sloppy person on weekdays. ”

Xie Lingjiang stared at the monk's robe and night pearl left on the lotus pedestal, and slowly said to himself:

"Why are there only clothes and pearls of the night left......

"Before leaving my sister, I said that he was going to come to the underground palace to ascend to the Pure Land, to ascend to the Pure Land?

"How... How can he ascend, how can there be any pure land in this world, he hasn't even cultivated yet, it must be fake, how can it be ......"

Xie Lingjiang's words gradually froze.

She looked up at a beam of heavenly light falling from the wellhead above her head.

It was precisely on Xie Lingjiang, who gradually showed an unbelievable look on his face.

also fell on the place where Ouyang Rong sat last night.

The dungeon was dark, and there was only this beam of light, as if it had fallen on the chosen person.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were a little pale:

"Is there really a Pure Land...... Is there really a secret to the fact that Master Zhenma became a Buddha in the flesh?

"Is the senior brother also physically ascending, is there really a pure land in this world where a man like him will have expectations......

At this time, Xiuzhen came from the darkness with a sad face: Dao

"Amitabha, female bodhisattva, this place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above it is the Infernal Hell! Come here, don't stand there......"

Xie Ling Jiang suddenly turned his head, interrupted the withered monk's words and asked:

"Where's my elder brother? Have you been here all along...... Have you ever seen my brother? ”

Xiuzhen's face was puzzled:

"Who is the female Bodhisattva brother? And also flew to the Pure Land here? ”

Xie Lingjiang's tone trembled, and he raised the gray monk's robe in his hand and signaled:

"He wore this monk's robe not long ago, and may have sat here, and this bead is also his;

"He is eight feet long, there is a faint wound on the top of his right forehead that has not yet healed, his cheeks are thin, handsome, and he treats people gently, like a spring breeze, and occasionally loves to toss, which is unexpected......"

Xie Lingjiang spoke extremely quickly and tried to describe it.

Xiuzhen suddenly, clasped his hands together:

"What did the female bodhisattva say about the benefactor who was purple-eyed last night? The poor monk remembered that this robe was what he was wearing. ”

"Purple breath in his eyes...... He, where did he go? Xie Lingjiang asked.

Xiuzhen nodded: "The female Bodhisattva originally wanted to find him, didn't say it earlier, the female Bodhisattva please come with the poor monk, he is here!" ”

Xiuzhen took Xie Lingjiang to the mural of "Prince Sata Sacrificed His Body to Feed the Tiger" on the east side of the underground palace.

He looked happy, and pointed to the compassionate Buddha who sacrificed himself to feed the tiger and became a Buddha on the mural: "Female Bodhisattva look, he is inside." ”

Xie Lingjiang sighed slightly.

Xiuzhen's index finger pointed at the other three murals in a row, and said with a smile:

"Female benefactor, he will go here, here, and here in the future! If you stay in the Pure Land, you will be able to observe with the poor monks. ”

"He went to the mural? Is there really a Pure Land...... Is the senior brother the reincarnation of the mythical immortal, no wonder he is so different, just go down to the earth to accumulate merit and ascend to the ...... completely"

Xie Lingjiang was stunned and looked around at the underground palace buildings on the left and right.

Holding the monk's robe and the night pearl, his hands slowly drooped to the sides of his body.

For a moment, I was a little dazed.

There was silence in the dungeon.

I don't know how long it took.

"Hey, female Bodhisattva, why did you leave? Don't, don't go up, it's the Infernal Hell, the female Bodhisattva come down quickly and stay in the Lotus Pure Land with the poor monks......"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't remember how she had left the Dry Well Underground Palace.

I don't remember how I got rid of the monks who came up to ask me and walked out of the Sada Nursing Home.

Xie Lingjiang stared down at the gray monk's robe and the night pearl in his hand.

Slowly walk on the road in the temple that you don't know, and there are towering green tiles and yellow walls on both sides.

She walked through the Buddhist halls and towers in a daze.

It turned out that the bright red clothes looked dim.

It seems that after a day and night of hard work, wet by the morning dew, this lively bright red is dyed into a certain dark gray color.

Even so, she is still the most colorful and beautiful scenery in the temple of the ancient Buddha of the green light.

It's just that this scenery is a little withered, like a red rose withering on a cloudy day.

At this moment, the sky has completely brightened, and the morning is faintly bright.

Xie Lingjiang sleepwalked all the way, faintly passing a pagoda and a scripture copying hall, and gradually stopped in front of a yellow wall.

She smelled the smell of hot porridge and steamed buns.

Xie Lingjiang's face was in a trance, and he came back to his senses, and then raised his hand and touched his abdomen.

She turned her head to take a closer look, and behind the wall it should be the morning temple in the temple.

There was a faint noise and the smell of food.

Xie Lingjiang was silent for a while, bypassed the yellow wall, and walked into the morning courtyard.

Looking for a corner, who is quite familiar with the road, he sat down and waited for the meal with a calm and dull face.

She was familiar with the morning.

I still remember that at the beginning, Xie Lingjiang had breakfast in this hospital with his father, senior brother and Aunt Zhen.

I remember that Aunt Zhen almost gave her a jade bracelet from her eldest brother and mother, if she could ...... at that time

It's just a pity that there is no if.

Some people, some things, it seems that if they are missed, it will be forever.

"It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is dewed and the midnight is up."

Xie Lingjiang whispered to himself.

Before the porridge and rice in the back kitchen were served, she suddenly reached out and dragged a small clay pot placed on the table to her face, opened the lid, and took a small piece of pickled radish into her mouth.

Clip one, two, three......

For a while, I saw that the monks and guests were half-seated in the spacious morning hall, and in a corner of the hall, the girl in red who was immersed in eating pickled radish couldn't control her shoulders twitching slightly, but there was no cry.

She pinched her chopsticks and kept putting the radish pieces in her mouth.

Such a wave of fierce eating, of course, the small clay pot at the back is not enough to eat, Xie Ling Jiang did not raise his head, and reached out to grab the vegetable jar on the empty table next door.

Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang sat in the corner of the lobby, and the strange scene of eating pickled radishes was not remarkable.

“…… Hey, the master specially told us not to make a noise...... The scripture copying hall has not been open for the past two days, and it refuses to accept customers...... The senior brothers who guarded the temple were too frightened to go...... The strange sound of this Buddha statue is simply too terrifying, and our temple has not done anything lacking in virtue recently...... Haven't done it before! ”

The lobby of the morning temple was quite lively, and not far away, there was a young sigh belonging to the little novice:

"The master said, you are like a god in judging the case, and you happen to be in the temple, let the little monk take you over, help you see, you just inspected the scriptures in the hall, how about it, do you have clues?

"Here, this is the list of visitors who have been in and out of the scripture copying hall in the past month, you just ordered......

"Well, you eat slowly, the little monk will go to get you a jar of pickled radishes, not blowing with you, the hot rice porridge with pickled radishes in our morning house is a must in Longcheng, and the lay pilgrims under the mountain come to eat miles from thousands of miles away......"

At this moment, not far away, a young man's voice sounded with a slightly sand magnetism, as if he had a cold in his throat.

"The Buddha statue is abnormal, this shows that someone shouts injustice, the Buddha manifests, in other words, is your Donglin Temple a black temple in private, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so you quietly do something that others don't know about hiding dirt and dirt?"

"The county lord is wronged! We are law-abiding......"

"Okay, don't complain to me, this matter is not in my charge, just for the sake of you inviting me to eat breakfast.

"It's a very simple idea, since the Buddha statue is abnormal, it means that there is a problem with the Buddha statue in the hall, check the Buddha statue, don't scare yourself...... Let me show you the way one last me.

"Don't be afraid of any reputation damage and secrecy, go and write a report file, immediately go down the mountain, and send all the clues such as the abnormal sound of the scripture copying hall, as well as the records of visitors in and out of the scripture copying hall, to the Longcheng County Ya, hand it over to Yan Zhukuai, and ask them to come over to investigate.

"Remember, though, that my name is not allowed in front of them."

Xie Lingjiang raised his head in a daze, pricked up his ears and heard the familiar young man's voice stop at this time, as if he was chewing pickled radish, paused, and continued to sigh slightly:

"Hey, I'm just coming up for one last morning fast, well, and pickled radishes, fill my stomach and then leave...... Why do you have so many troubles in your temple, I really owe you something. ”

The little novice was curious and stunned: "The last meal?" Where is the county lord going? Don't you come to our temple again? ”

"You don't have to inquire about adult matters. Alright, Hair, you can go about your business, and bring what I just said to Master Shandao.

"Let's go, leave me alone, I want to finish this meal quietly."

"Oh, okay, the little monk won't bother."

In the corner, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stood up, took a deep breath on the spot, then turned his head and walked silently to the two-person dining table not far away.

I saw two people sitting facing each other at the table, and it was the two people who had just talked.

One is a bald-headed and shiny little novice, seated facing Xie Lingjiang.

The other is a young man in a civilian soap suit and a low-brimmed felt hat.

This low-key dress is not very conspicuous in the breakfast lobby alone.

Xie Lingjiang held the handle of the knife in his right hand and walked behind the young man who was hunched over the table without saying a word.

At this moment, in front of the table, it seems that a chick named "Xiu Hair" Xiao Shami pecks rice and nods in response.

Get up and get ready to leave.

But in the next second, the hair was stunned and stopped in place.

"The county... County Lord. ”

Xiao Shami's pupils reflected a red-clothed shadow, pressing like a mountain, and the red shadow in the pupils became bigger and bigger.

"What? Why don't you leave, why are you stupid? ”

The young man in the felt hat pursed his lips and looked up speechlessly.

But in the next moment, the felt hat on his head was gone.

A pair of handsome eyebrows and eyes are exposed, as well as a slightly reddened nose underneath.

"No, you ......"

Ouyang Rong suddenly lowered his face, turned his head unhappily, and looked behind him.

But it slammed into a pair of round eyes that were red in the eye sockets.

And his felt hat was being picked up by a white plain hand.

Xie Ling Jiang stood condescendingly, with a cold face.

Ouyang Rong's upper body leaned back tactically, and his hands supported the bench under his buttocks.

The two looked at each other silently.

Xiuzhen's mouth, his eyes rolled between the two, don't look at his young age, his ability to observe words and emotions is not bad.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not good, he laughed twice:

"Hey, Miss Xie, good morning, Miss Xie...... That, the county master, the little monk still has to go down the mountain to report the case, so he will go first. ”

The bald little novice anointed the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.

"You ......"

Ouyang Rong's expression changed.

"You wait, don't run so fast, I suddenly know how this case is investigated, wait for me ......"

His face was pale, and he hurriedly got up and went to chase his hair.

Unfortunately, in the next moment, a felt hat came back to his head.

There is also an extra bare hand on the felt hat that faintly shows green tendons.

Ouyang Rong was pressed in place by Xie Lingjiang.

He maintained a bent and half-up starting and running posture, but at the moment he was immobilized and unable to move.

Only a pair of slippery eyes remained, turning slightly sideways.

I saw the tall and red-dressed little sister in front of me, holding the felt hat on his head with one hand, and holding the familiar skirt knife worn at his waist with the other.

In this situation, Ouyang Rong was a little skeptical, in the next second, the little junior sister would pull out the knife with a backhand, and the knife flashed, making his senior brother's head fall to the ground and completely relieve his hatred.

Ouyang Rong found that the small crown of green silk on her head was a little crooked, her temples were slightly messy, and her eye frames were red.

The pitiful silkworm with eyebrows and eyes lies in two crescents, looking a little haggard.

There is still a little pickled radish red oil at the corner of the lip that has not been wiped clean, but the red lips that are not rubbed with rouge are becoming more red and delicate.

As if sensing the gaze, the little junior sister turned her face away and seemed to suck Qiong's nose.

She puffed up her cheeks and nodded slowly:

"Sit down, big brother."

Ouyang Rong: ......

or2 I'm sorry, good brothers, it's a little late, and the four-thousand-word chapter is presented. Report the reason for being late, yesterday after the all-night code to eight o'clock in the morning, the eyelids began to fight, and I didn't dare to break the chapter, so I lay on my back on the bed and squinted for a while, and slept until three o'clock in the afternoon, and got up to now......

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