"On April 17 of the twentieth year of Yuanzhang, it rained constantly, and I recalled that last year was even worse, and there was a snow in May.

Mr. Zhao said to solve the problem, picked me up and Cheng Ting to live in Mofu, did not solve the problem, read "Shujing Justice", and gained a lot.

It's just that the Mo family is full of medicine and bitterness, as soon as he enters the door, he drinks a bowl of detoxification, and it seems to have the intention of detaining me and Cheng Ting here, and then looking at Mr. Zhao's expression, I am afraid that Mo Lingfeng is ill and has something to do with the two of us, could it be an epidemic?

Where did the epidemic come from in Kuanzhou? ”

Wu Jin put down his pen, his thoughts were thousands, and thousands of thoughts were agitated in his mind, forming a cocoon that contained secrets.

He slowly peeled back the cocoon in his heart, refusing to be ambiguous, even if he touched a secret that was enough to crush him, he also had to be clear and clear - people live for a lifetime, and they can't live in ambiguity.

After a cup of tea, he thought of the person who asked for directions—the official words he spoke, every word was uttered extremely clearly, the clothes he was wearing, the dark night streamer, and when the group left, they were extremely close to them.

He is a nobody, a person who comes prepared, the corners of his clothes brush him by the way, and the whirlpool of the battle between the imperial power and the dragon also wets his feet.

He figured it out, but instead of writing it in the diary, he put away his pen and ink, sat quietly at the table and thought about what he was thinking about today, and after a while, he was about to get up and spread the quilt, when suddenly there was a burst of chicks crying outside the window, which was quite sad, so he got up and walked to the window, pushed open the window and looked out.

As soon as the window opened, the cry became clearer, but it was pitch black in front of me.

The sky was already unclear, and Jiu Sixuan had a huge shadow cast by the ancient trees, covering it in pitch black, only the wind was whistling, patrolling away.

Wu Jin opened the door with the candlestick on the table, and a gust of wind blew at the beginning, blowing all the sleeves of his robe backwards, but fortunately, the candle shrouded the lampshade and illuminated his feet.

He followed the cry all the way, and saw a young thrush falling from its nest under an elm tree where three people were hugging, and landed on a nest of green moss, but there was no big bird.

Wu Jin put the candlestick on the ground steadily, took off her coat, shoes and socks, rolled up her sleeves and trousers, took off her headscarf, wrapped the slightly torn bird's nest, carefully hung it around her waist, and climbed up with her hands and feet.

The ancient trees were towering, and the branches were extremely high, and he climbed extremely high before he found a place to place the bird's nest.

After putting the bird's nest away, he looked down, but unexpectedly saw a part of the Mo Mansion under the night.

The lights were bright, and the people were like ants, walking quickly, there was a kind of silent noise, and it was very strange that he saw Mo Qianlan in the boxy courtyard.

Mo Qianlan covered his mouth and nose, came out of a room with closed doors and windows, said two words to Zhao Shiheng outside the door, stepped down the stone steps, and suddenly stepped into the air, his body was crooked, like falling down, Zhao Shiheng and the people around him all reached out to help in shock, but none of them had time.

Mo Qianlan, who was pale-complexioned, was like a jade mountain under the light, falling and shattering to the ground.

The men swarmed up and lifted him up, and there seemed to be movement in the house, and he had no time to pat the dust on his body and returned to the house.

Zhao Shiheng, who was standing outside the door, anxiously paced back and forth.

Wu Jin retracted his gaze, looked under the tree, climbed down against the little light, stood barefoot on the ground, looked down at the dark green and dark brown marks rubbed out of his underwear, and his worry about Mo Lingfeng suddenly became stronger.

And Mo Lingfeng is dangerously ill, with a high fever like a tide, one after another, two days have passed, the rash has not yet come out, but the high fever has never subsided.

On the third day, Mo Qianlan saw that the rash was always only on his head and face, but he couldn't get out of his body, so he couldn't sit still anyway.

He quietly left the house after nightfall, only took Zhao Shiheng alone, rode two fast horses, and went to Xiongshi Gorge - there are also temples in Kuanzhou City, there are many people, and the incense is also vigorous, but there are many people, and it is more appropriate to use Xiongshan Temple at this time.

Halfway through, the two of them walked to the mountain gate, and Zhao Shiheng stepped forward to knock on the door, alarming the monks in the temple and welcoming the two pilgrims.

The temple is small, quiet, solemn and almost perfect, and the Buddha statues are solemn and solemn, sitting firmly in the temple, and at night when no one worships them, they show their true faces, indifferently and arrogantly looking at all beings.

The arrival of Mo Qianlan broke this perfection, and the lights suddenly shone on the Daxiong Treasure Hall, dispelling the ghosts and ghosts in the darkness, making Shakyamuni pity the world again, and the eighteen Arhats lined up in a neat line, also showing compassion and love.

Mo Qianlan, who was about to kneel and pray, stood in front of the Buddha and did not kneel.

The temple was full of firelight, and it was cast on him as if it were covered with a layer of gold leaf, and he smelled the incense and remembered that he did not believe in gods and ghosts.

The wind outside the hall was noisy, he slowly knelt down, silently raised his head to look at the Buddha, the face of the Buddha's clay sculpture still looked at him with pity, as if he could penetrate his words and deeds, and recalled what he had asked for in the past.

He bowed to the ground: "Please the Buddha subdue the dead demon on Ah Yan's body, I still have this empty skin bag in the world, if the Buddha wants, take it all - I only have this one sister, this time no matter what, you have to allow me." ”

As he spoke, his face was full of tears, his head touched the ground, his shoulders shrugged, and it took him a long time to straighten up and collect his tears.

He also thought that he had not worshiped the Buddha for many years, and he had to kneel for a longer time to show his sincerity.

Zhao Shiheng stood aside, not looking at the Buddha or Mo Qianlan, only looking at the yellow banner hanging down from the beam, and identifying the handwriting on it.

Xiongshan Temple is close to the canyon, the room is full of humidity, Mo Qianlan knelt on the mat, and felt the moisture penetrate the layers of clothing, straight into his knees.

Four quarters of an hour later, he was cold and pale, and after four quarters of an hour he knelt so hard that he could not perceive where his knees were.

He looked at Zhao Shiheng: "Shiheng, help me." ”

Zhao Shiheng also withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand to help Mo Qianlan get up, and the two of them walked out of the main hall and mountain gate step by step.

The night was dark, Mo Qianlan glanced back at the mountain gate, staggered forward, and suddenly said to Zhao Shiheng in the dark night: "When I was young, I fought with Cheng Taishan, Cheng Taishan was as strong as an ox, I was always beaten, so I came to ask the Buddha to let my strength go through Taishan, and then Daddy asked me to practice martial arts, Cheng Taishan is really not my opponent." ”

Zhao Shiheng smiled: "It's not the work of the Buddha." ”

Mo Qianlan nodded: "When my father was seriously ill, I also came to worship, but my father still left, at that time, my father was Guangchuan Bo, and he could not be hereditary, as soon as Daddy died, many people suddenly came to the family, took off the plaque, and said that I was young and ignorant, and I was afraid that there would be something against the system at home. ”

After many years, the humiliation and panic at that time have faded, and the words are flat, Zhao Shiheng listened, but he still couldn't bear it.

"Later, His Majesty - he summoned me into Beijing, said to carness me, let me be a festival envoy, I was uneasy, before entering Beijing also came to ask the Buddha to bless me safe, in Beijing is too peaceful, how do you know that the road out of Beijing fell to pieces, the Imperial Doctor Department gave a wolf and tiger medicine, only to pick up a life, I lay on the bed, thinking that the Buddha did not care for me."

The road was narrow, Zhao Shiheng was one foot deep and one foot shallow, the lame was obvious, and he whispered when he heard the words: "Leaf is a blessed person, and the Buddha will definitely take care of it." ”

"Yes, blessed is Ayu."