"It's a good write, but it's a pity that it's a little less emotional." Li Xuanxuan said critically.

When Wang Majie saw Li Xuanxuan's comment, he immediately asked, "Brother Tai has a high opinion?" ”

Li Xuanxuan immediately said: "Gao Jian didn't dare to talk about it, the poetry can be said to be a word for eternity, only the poetry is missing a little bit of children's affection, if Brother Wang doesn't dislike it, the brother will bring this word back and recompose the tune, you can see it." ”

Although Wang Majie didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the person in front of him, he also nodded and agreed: "Brother Taizun's surname?" ”

Li Xuanxuan's eyes rolled, and an idea came to his mind: "My younger brother's surname is Li, and his home is in Luoyang City, just because he likes poetry and songs since he was a child, he often comes here to chat with students. ”

The two parted with each other, and after tidying up their clothes, Li Xuanxuan held the paper tightly and left.

Li Xuanxuan is tall, but there is a kind of woman plump, and the loose green shirt and robe look so decent. Judging from the back alone, it adds a bit of daughter color.

Wang Majie was fascinated, and a Confucian who had just woken up said: "Brother Maha, why are you so infatuated, isn't your own lady here?" ”

Wang Maha glanced at the corner of his mouth, hurriedly raised his feet and chased after him, it was okay not to remind, this reminder made Wang Maha forget to ask where the brother Tai's family lived just now, but unfortunately, the person seemed to disappear out of thin air, Wang Maha stood alone in place, stunned and couldn't get started.

Puzhou Kichijoji.

The Buddhist temple is as magnificent as before, Venerable Veda is fierce and majestic, the Wang family as a local family, the incense money donated to the temple every year can reach thousands of taels, when the monks in the temple know that the Wang family will come up, they should greet themselves.

Surrounded by monks and nuns, Cui Yingying is as eye-catching as a bright pearl.

Seeing the monks in sight, Xiao Rong also showed a happy smile and hurriedly lowered the curtain.

"Ma'am, are you not feeling well?" Xiao Rong saw that Cui Yingying's face was a little pale, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"It's out of the way, it's just that I didn't get a good rest last night." Cui Yingying waved her hand and said.

Seeing Cui Yingying coming towards her, an older monk clasped his hands and said, "Madame is here, and the temple is shining." I don't know if the lady has come to offer incense or to repay vows since then. ”

Seeing that Cui Yingying didn't speak, Xiao Rong next to him hurriedly said: "Incense, incense to my young master, bless him to be famous." ”

Hearing that it was incense, many monks hurriedly got out of the way, and the maid Xiaorong suddenly thought of something and asked: "What about the host of your temple, why didn't you see him?" ”

The old monk said casually: "The host is old and is repairing in the backyard, so it is not easy to meet guests." ”

Cui Yingying pushed away Xiao Rong's support, looked up and down at the temple that she was familiar with and said, "Xiao Rong, you go and tell them that today's lunch will be eaten in the temple, and I still want to go around the temple." ”

Looking at Xiao Rong who turned to leave, Cui Yingying also hurriedly said, "Can I walk around the temple alone?" ”

The old monk hurriedly said: "Of course, Master Cui is dedicated to the Buddha, and the temple should welcome it." ”

Cui Yingying shook her head secretly and said: "I'm not a Buddha, I just want to be an ancient." ”

Cui Yingying, who said goodbye to everyone, sat alone in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and she didn't speak for a long time with mixed feelings in her heart.

Just as Cui Yingying was about to get up and leave, a voice stopped her.

"The female benefactor's heart is not quiet, it doesn't hurt to pay homage to the Buddha, if you mess up, I'm afraid it's a little unlucky."

Cui Yingying paused, looked at the wrinkled face expressionlessly, and fell into deep thought.

"Let the master laugh." Cui Yingying folded her hands and apologized to the old monk.

"The female donor is too worried, the old monk has been in the temple for decades, and all kinds of pilgrims have been seen, but only the female donor has never seen such a pilgrim. The female benefactor seems to be preoccupied, isn't there any doubt? ”

"I can't talk about doubts, I'm just thinking about an old friend."

"So that's the case, the old monk is not talented, but there is a home remedy that is enough to relieve the sorrow of the female benefactor, please come with the old monk."

The old monk's footsteps were very heavy, and every step was enough for ordinary people to run, but Cui Yingying followed behind the old monk unhurriedly.

The old monk also chattered endlessly: "Female benefactor, the old monk is more than eighty years old this year, and his actions are slow compared to yours. ”

Cui Yingying replied: "The host doesn't need to explain, Yingying won't urge." ”

The old monk thought for a long time and said: "But all good fortunes and misfortunes, and different paths for demons, are all cause and effect, self-made, and self-inflicted. ”

Seeing Cui Yingying's expressionless face, the old monk sighed: "Venerable Ananda is Devadatta's own brother and one of the ten disciples of the Buddha. He wanted to go to the West Heaven Bliss, but he met a girl on the way, and since then he has been in love with him, and the Buddha asked him, how much do you love that girl. Ananda replied that I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for five hundred years, and by the sun for five hundred years, and by the rain for five hundred years, but begged a woman to walk over the bridge. ”

Cui Yingying asked, "What does the abbot master mean?" ”

The old monk didn't say a word, just smiled, and didn't stop until the two of them came to a dilapidated firewood house.

Seeing Cui Yingying in the firewood room, she didn't say a word, and a few tears oozed from the corners of her reddish eyes: "Host, what did you want me to do here?" ”

The old monk said earnestly: "Many years ago, there was a acacia tree next to this firewood house, which I brought back when I traveled to the south, and I wanted to throw it away, but a disciple named Huihai was like a treasure, and since then, he has watered and fertilized every day, and pruned the branches and leaves. The strange thing is that the acacia tree actually survived, and everyone was happy. It's just that one day Huihai suddenly disappeared, and the acacia tree disappeared, female donor, do you know where the acacia tree went? ”

Cui Yingying shook her head with tears in her eyes and said, "Presumably, there is no one to take care of it, and it will wither on its own." ”

The old monk did not continue to ask, but said enlightenedly: "Everything is cause and effect, the old monk has one last sentence, you can't have the heart of harming people, and you can't have the heart of preventing people." The mountains and rivers are still the same, but the old people are not there. ”

Cui Yingying's silent and dim eyes, faintly with a trace of water and light fluctuations, at this moment her heart is complex and indescribable, she has always known that Wang Maha is destined not to be Huihai. I would rather be bullied than leave, and in the final analysis, I don't want to taste the pain of losing a loved one.

Cui Yingying was silent for a long time, and when he looked back, he found that the old monk was long gone, and his heart gradually opened up a little after making a choice, but there was an inexplicable loss.