In the eighteenth year of the Han Dynasty, in late spring and early summer, the breeze was light and poplar, all things were full of spring, and the air was warm and warm.

Thirteen miles east of the capital, Nantuo Mountain.

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly down the mountain road to the Seigetsu Nunnery on the mountainside.

The curtain opened, and a little girl stuck her head out and looked up at the mountain.

"Miss, you see, Qingyue'an is almost here. ”

There was no response behind her, and the little girl lowered her eyelashes and sighed, and returned to the car.

In the car sat a beautiful girl with teary eyes, the girl was like a wax figure, her face was dull without a trace of waves, only the tears flashing in her eyes could be seen, she ...... Not a wax woman.

"Miss, don't be sad, I want to open a little, I will ask the Bodhisattva to bless Miss in a while, and it will be fine in the future." The little girl looked at the tearful girl worriedly, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and comforted her in a low voice.

Suddenly, a wild dog came out of front of him, startled the horse, broke the reins in a frenzy, and the frightened hind hooves overturned the carriage, and then galloped away frantically.

And so a tragedy happened.

The little girl climbed out of the overturned car and found the girl with her eyes closed, crooked beside the car, and a wisp of bright red blood dripping from her forehead.

"Miss...... Wake up!"

She looked anxiously at the driver and seemed to be asking him for help, but he was also injured and was slowly squirming on the ground......

"Someone, help!" the little girl's trembling voice resounded in the valley.

A gray figure floated in the distance, and settled in front of him for a moment.

The little girl called in a trembling voice of sadness and joy:

"Master Jing'an......"

In the quiet meditation room of Qingyue Nunnery, the atmosphere was solemn and mournful, and the pale girl was lying with her head wrapped in a white cloth, and there was no trace of life.

A gray-clothed nun sat on the edge of the bed, took away the hand that was holding the pulse, stood up and said sadly: "Miss Xiaoxi, prepare for the future, Miss Yuwei has passed away." ”

When the little girl standing aside heard this, she threw herself on the girl and cried, "Miss......! Wake up, don't leave the creek!"

Ziwei was really woken up by her shouting, as soon as she woke up, she felt a headache and fatigue, her eyelids were heavy, and there was a miserable cry in her ears, as if she was crying on her body, did she really come to a thousand years ago?

What a miracle!

"Master Jing'an, my young lady is not dead, please save her! Woo....... ”

"Amitabha, Xiaoxi girl, people can't be resurrected after death, let's mourn on the girl's day. Jing'an recited the Buddha's name with tears in her eyes.

Phew! Bad luck!

Her soul actually pierced the body of a dead man.

Who said that she couldn't come back from the dead, wouldn't she have come back to life, and she had lived to their ancient times after a thousand years, if they let the ancients know the reason, maybe they would treat her as a thousand-year-old monster.

"Miss, did you really leave the stream and go by yourself?...... Miss, you can be freed, and you don't have to be bullied by those powerful people in the palace anymore. ”

"Girl, Miss Yuwei is the third daughter of Lord Xiao, how dare the people in the house be disrespectful to the master?" Jing'an wiped her tears and looked at the girl with pity.

"Now that Miss has died, Xiaoxi has no need to hide it, I heard that Miss is the illegitimate daughter of my master, and she was only taken back to the house nine years ago, because the biological mother has no identity, Miss has no status at home at all, and because Miss is gentle by nature, she never competes with others, and after a long time, those slaves and maids who are by the side of Mrs. Miss, relying on the prestige of their master, often bully Miss, alas, no way, anyone who doesn't want to pinch soft persimmons, poor Miss is secretly sad every time she is humiliated, and washes her face with tears, Miss is not as good as a subordinate in the house。 Xiaoxi sat on the edge of the bed, and the young lady who watched was wiping strings of tears, extremely sad and angry.

"Miss has been bullied in the house these days and is very unhappy, several times have revealed the idea of becoming a monk, Xiaoxi has been persuading Miss, originally this time to Qingyue Nunnery to make a vow, Xiaoxi is also worried that Miss will not go back here, I didn't expect her to leave like this. ”

Ziwei sighed secretly in her heart after listening to her story, that woman named Xiao Yuwei was really unfortunate that her life experience was so miserable. She lost her life and left, leaving Miss Ben to bear her suffering, life is bitter!

This woman named Xiaoxi seems to be Miss's maid, such a cute little girl, it is rare to have such sincere feelings for her master!

Hey, hey, it's probably a lot of fun to scare this little girl from ancient times.

"Who said I was going to become a monk. Ziwei closed her eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Miss......" Xiaoxi was stunned, stood up in shock, stared at Miss's face, just heard Miss's voice, but Miss was still lying there quietly, could it be that Miss appeared?

"Master Jing'an, do you hear? Miss has spoken, Miss! You are really so wronged!" She threw herself on the master and cried: "Miss, don't scare the slave maid, the slave knows that you are succumbed to death, Xiaoxi must pray to all the gods for you to be overcome, you can rest in peace!"

Ziwei sat up leisurely and joked: "I'm all dead, how can I rest in peace?"

"Ahh......h Miss!" Xiao Xi sat up straight, her eyes wide in shock, "You...... , Miss, you're alive!"

"Xiaoxi, I'm not dead, don't cry anymore, you're crying my head so much. She felt that her voice was very soft, and even she was surprised.

Her crape myrtle is a lovely school flower on the college campus, not only fascinated many boys who pursued her, but also many girls surrounded her and became her best friend.

Hey, when did the lively and lovely crape myrtle become like this, her voice was not as crisp and pleasant as before, and she looked weak.

After taking care of this painful body, we must completely change the image of this third lady, and we can't be a weak person like this, which makes people despise and bully at will.

"Miss, why are you scared of Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi is about to die of sadness. The sad expression on Xiaoxi's face instantly turned into a smile of surprise.

"Look at Xiaoxi's heartache or not!" gently patted Xiaoxi's tearful cheeks, such a handsome little girl, a beautiful and white face, a small nose, bright eyes, and teardrops on her eyelashes, it turns out that Xiaoyahuan is so cute!

"Okay, I know you're good to me, Miss is joking with you, don't cry, look, what a cute little face, it's all crying and ugly. ”

"Miss, look at you, are you laughing at Xiaoxi?" Xiaoxi complained softly, looking at Miss carefully, Miss's spirit was much better, and she finally had a smiling face. Miss rarely jokes on weekdays, why did she fall and even lose her tears?

"Xiaoxi, help me lie down, what's wrong with me, my headache is about to crack. Ziwei sat down, with a headache and dizziness, and it really couldn't do it anymore, so I had to lie down again.

"Miss, just now our horse was shocked and kicked over the car, you were thrown under the car and your head was injured, it was Master Jing'an, the host of the temple nunnery, who rescued us here and treated your injuries. Xiaoxi explained as she diligently covered the quilt for the young lady.

Glancing at the room, it was really a meditation hall. The eyes turned to look at a middle-aged nun standing beside the bed, a light gray nun robe, a light gray nun hat, holding Buddhist beads, kind eyebrows and wise eyes, and her expression was very consistent with her Dharma name.