Mo Lingfeng does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but today, he also hopes that ghosts and gods really exist, but if there are really gods and Buddhas, Mr. Wu's book of martyrdom has never really glimpsed yin and yang.

The "Treasure Sutra" says: "If there is a wicked person, death will fall into hell. Seek to be inseparable, avoid indefinitely", the Mo family steps on blood for a living, how can they be reincarnated as a human being, rich and rich all year round.

She suddenly developed compassion to prevent Mo Qianlan from suffering greatly.

The grandmother took pity on her: "Girl, eat some more, your fort is busy at both ends, how can you bear it if you don't eat something."

Mo Lingfeng obediently picked up the chopsticks, ate another chopstick, put them down, and asked, "Where is Wu Jinxie?"

"Rested in the study."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, asked Grandma to rest, and sat in the room for a long time, until his body stiffened, and then got up and walked to the door.

The bones on her body creaked, her hands and feet were numb, and she moved slightly like pins and needles, as if she didn't realize it, and walked straight to the study.

She was indifferent to her home, and the coaxing voice in her ears was a Taoist priest opening the way for the souls of the dead: "...... The second brother of the sad wind came, and the door of the secluded sect was opened; The soup turned into a green lotus edict, and the dead turned over to the Dharma platform. The three-foot sail summons the spirit, and the boys from all over the world attract the soul......

Its sound is constantly extinguished, and the sound of the chime is crisp and loud, mixed with it, as if it is attracted by the soul of the dead.

Buddhism, Taoism, all promising laws, who can break through the red dust?

Mo Lingfeng walked to the study and alarmed the servants who were guarding here, and the servants just wanted to come forward and knock on the door, but Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and signaled that he didn't need to.

She walked back and forth down the corridor, and finally stood in front of the window between the two columns, and listened to the movement in the room.

The whole lotus flower was carved on the window, and a layer of window lattice paper was pasted in the flower, and her black shadow was reflected on it, and she stood quietly for a moment, unable to help but reach out and want to touch this lonely black shadow.

Fingers touched the window paper, and the two sill windows suddenly opened from the inside, Wu Jin stood tall and tall in the window, stretched out her hand, grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand, and then pulled her towards the short wall.

Mo Lingfeng shook the gold collar around his neck, and his upper body crashed into Wu Jin, who opened his arms and hugged her in his arms.

There was a short wall between the two, both of them were bent over their waists, but no one moved, Wu Jin stroked Mo Lingfeng's back with her palm, and said in her ear, "I miss you."

He let go of his hand and watched the lantern under the porch fall from the top of Mo Lingfeng's head, filling her eyes with fine golden rays, and he could see from her expression, posture, and gaze that her mind was also full of flying hairs.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the tribulations are scattered into clouds and smoke, and hand in hand can walk through the thorns in front of them.

"Come." He turned around to open the door, and saw Mo Lingfeng stepping on the short wall with one leg, climbing the frame on both sides with both hands, bowing and jumping in, the mono brushed the top of the frame, her figure shook, a pearl fell off on the hairpin, and landed with her.

Wu Jin stepped forward to grab her, waited for her to stand firm, squatted down to look at the pearl, and when she saw that the pearl had rolled to His Excellency Duobao, she knelt on the ground, took out the pearl and put it on the small table, and patted the dust off her body: "I'll go light a candle."

He blew up the fire fold, lit the candle, covered the lampshade, Mo Lingfeng took the fire chopstick, opened the copper cover of the charcoal basin, poked the charcoal fire, and added silver charcoal.

With the sound of charcoal fire, the next person knocked on the door and came in, served tea, and the two moved the Taishi chair and sat in front of the table.

Wu Jin sharpened the ink and laid the paper for her, took a pen and handed it to her.

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, not knowing what to write.

Wu Jin said in a low voice, "That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. Then the ten directions of the immeasurable world—"

Mo Lingfeng's heart moved, and he took up the pen to copy the "Dizang Bodhisattva Original Wish Sutra".

There is Wu Jin sitting upright beside her, his hem and hers overlap, the fragrance of the clothes is entangled, flowing along the hem of the clothes in front of the table, the tip of her nose has the fragrance of ink, and the words fall on the paper, so that she briefly breaks free from the mud plow, the fragmented soul is glued, and her mind gradually becomes clear.

After copying the two volumes of the Dizang Sutra, Mo Lingfeng put down his pen and said in a low voice, "My sister-in-law is at Cheng's house, and I want to invite her back."

Wu Jin knew that she was talking about the Jizo Bodhisattva, and nodded, "Okay, we still have to set up a workshop."

The two of them chattered about the workshop

After finishing speaking, Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "Let Hou Fuzhong write two copies of the recital, and write another copy of the death of King Wei, and set off from the delivery shop two hours later."

"I'll go to the Hou Mansion tomorrow."

Mo Lingfeng reached out and pinched the purse on his waist, took out Xunlai, put it to his mouth, and exhaled and blew.

The sound of "woo-" resounded in the study, vibrating the window paper and spreading to the outside of the house.

After a sound, the sound of Xun became a tune, and the unprecedented sorrow flew over the house and dispersed into the heavens and the earth.

At the end of the song, Wu Jin wrote: "The jackdaw inhabits the cold state, and the strong wind is imprisoned by the water. It's hard to predict that this day will leave sorrow. Outside the wall, there are barren ridges and graves, how to collect tears, and you need to sell wine."

The sound of Xun and sorrow echoed in the streets and alleys of Kuanzhou, quietly attached to the recitals prepared by each person, and sneaked into Kyoto.

On October 21, the prince had not yet fallen asleep, and was studying calligraphy in the palace, when suddenly there was a noise in his ears, and a pen in his hand was struck, and a good word was destroyed in an instant. Your Majesty orders you to go to Yanfu Palace quickly!"

The prince immediately put down his pen: "Change clothes, who is here to pass the word?"

He opened his hands and asked the palace people to take off their regular clothes, and when he heard the attendant say that the person who passed the message was Zhang Xianfeng's godson, he immediately tightened his brows.

An hour ago, there was an urgent delivery from Kuanzhou into the palace, he thought that the second child delivered the news into Beijing, and did not take it to heart, and now His Majesty summoned him at night, it must be that Kuanzhou has changed!

There are heavy troops in Kuanzhou, the situation is extremely complicated, he has always been reluctant to be contaminated, since the King of Wei went to Kuanzhou, only to try to contact the governor of Kuanzhou, but there is no reply, he is already worried, and now he is more and more anxious.

The palace man who tied the silk silk for him moved a little slowly, and he couldn't help but be annoyed: "I don't understand a silk silk, what do you want!"

The palace people were pale, kneeling in place and at a loss, and the others were also busy kneeling down to plead guilty, the prince himself stretched out his hand to tie the silk tape, scolded the fool, and walked out.

When the prince arrived at Yanfu Palace, Yanfu Palace was brightly lit, and the inner servants stood layer by layer, and the middle palace frame and honor guard were also here.

He became more and more puzzled in his heart, a chamberlain was just about to greet him, the door of the palace suddenly opened, Zhang Feng sent the imperial doctor out, seeing that the prince had arrived, he was busy asking the little inner servant to send the imperial physician out, and he walked forward to welcome the prince.

He bowed, "Your Highness is here, Your Majesty is waiting."

As he walked, the prince asked in a low voice, "Offerings, is Your Majesty cold?" Yanfu Palace is near the lake, and it is still not appropriate to live in winter."

He knew that Zhang Feng's mouth was tight, and he didn't expect to hear a word from his mouth.

I never thought that Zhang Xianfeng actually whispered, "Your Majesty just vomited blood."

"What......" The prince quickly suppressed his voice, his heart was like a drum, his body was sweating, but his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't have time to think about Zhang Feng's sudden kindness, lifted the hem of his clothes, stepped on two stone steps with one foot, and rushed into the hall in a hurry.