Those little worries are really like passing the wind for children of our age, and they are instantly forgotten.

She was in high spirits, holding a person in one hand, and she spent most of the day just visiting the market.

Phantom and Weeping Bell are holding a candy man in one hand, and the free hand is also holding a lot of gadgets. Phantom Wu was so tired that he was pulled by the hanging bell to watch the shadow puppet show, and then sat down and took a breath.

Phantom Wu was shocked to realize that time had passed so quickly, and the shadow puppets had begun to act.

Behind a five-foot-wide white curtain, the carefully carved and painted shadow figure goes on and off the stage behind the white cloth, and the joys and sorrows of life and death are all instantaneous.

Huanwu still remembered that her master had told her some simple Buddhist teachings, and she thought that she had forgotten them, but she didn't expect to remember them again at this moment.

The Buddhist scriptures say that there are 30 moments in a day and night, 20 thoughts for a moment, 10 moments for a snap of a finger, 20 snaps of a finger for a pre-roll, and 20 pre-a moment for a whisker.

At that time, Hui Ming's words made her dizzy, she only felt that she could carve such complex fine lines in a day and night, and that life should be long and gloomy.

She looked at Hui Ming, and Hui Ming's eyes reflected her slightly sad face, which was still so immature, no different from the weeping bell at this time.

Hui Ming touched her head, and the usual light breeze of the moon and the moon: "But the Buddhist scriptures also say that life is just a moment." ”

"Even if Master has an endless lifespan like this, is it just a moment?"

"Yes, it's ...... for a moment" Hui Ming no longer looked at her, but set his eyes on the unknown distance. Phantom didn't know what he was looking at, but she only remembered the light and shadow in Huiming's eyes clearly, like the flickering colors on the white curtain at this time.

"Tonight, the boat is in the middle of the stream.

Today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.

Shame is good, not shameful.

The heart was annoyed and unstoppable, and learned that the prince.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. ”

The shadow puppet artist sang the "Yue Ren Song", and the voice was not as gentle and tactful as the singer in the music workshop, but the slightly hoarse timbre sang the infinite worries in the music.

Phantom's thoughts are pulled back, and only a man and a woman stand opposite each other on the screen, and the story of a princess who falls in love with the general, and the general is about to go to the front line and politely refuses the princess.

The scene changed, and the two armies fought on the curtain, with the sound of drums, banner hunting, swords, and iron horses. The general died on the battlefield, the horse leather shrouded, looking south, I don't know if it is the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the homeland that can never be returned, or the woman who stubbornly said that he would wait for himself in the majestic palace.

No matter how dark the white curtain is, under the dim candlelight, a woman in a gorgeous costume is making up in the mirror, she changes into a wedding dress, bows three times to the north, and then sings:

"Spring feast, a glass of green wine and a song.

Worship Chen three wishes again: one wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years will see each other. ”

When the officials in front of the curtain were indulging in the lingering and sad singing, the woman suddenly raised the golden hairpin and stabbed her heart, and the phantom could hear the whispers from the crowd.

The white curtain was covered with a red cloth, and the princess fluttered to the ground in the red, and the candles on the dressing table flickered and finally went out.

At the end of the performance, two artists came out of the curtain to greet the watchers. The officials applauded and sighed, sighing nothing more than the loyalty of the general in the story and the princess's heart of love.

"Let's go back. Phantom Wu took the weeping bell, and the three of them walked towards the Temple of Mercy without hurrying.

The weeping bell was still stuck in the haunting story: "Why doesn't the general like the princess?"

"Silly Ah Ling, the general likes princesses. ”

"Huh?" Weeping Ling looked up at Phantom, as if to tell if what she said was true or false.

"What did the general mean by rejecting the princess?"

"Your Royal Highness, do you know that the rivers will dry up and the trees will wither one day? If the river trunk tree falls, the minister can only sleep in the dark night, and it will be difficult to fulfill his wish. Now the mountains and rivers are shaking, and the ministers will soon leave the country, and it may be difficult to have the day when the horse's hooves set foot on the long street of the capital. The spring days here can only be hidden in my heart. His Royal Highness's youth, the ministers really dare not make a mistake!" Chang Jue on the side read slowly, no different from the play.

I never thought he remembered it so clearly. Phantom Wu glanced at him for a long time, only to feel that the look in his eyes was deep, which made her feel a little melancholy.

"The general has his responsibility, and he doesn't want to delay the princess, so he refuses her. But he also said that the spring of his family and country will be treasured in his heart, and the spring day must be the princess. ”

"Ah......h

"Don't sigh at a young age. ”

"I just think it's a pity. It's a pity for the general, and it's even more a pity for the princess. If I were a princess, I would like to hear the general tell me the truth, maybe we can't be together, but knowing each other's hearts will be in vain. He said, "The general doesn't want the princess to be sad because of that hopeless love, but if the general refuses her, won't the princess be sad?" ”

Weeping Ling was still sighing, but Phantom Wu felt that her heart was beaten by a mallet, and it hurt her to knock it one by one.

The three of them returned to the Temple of Mercy, which was empty at this time, except for a man in a gray cloth squatting in the courtyard, picking up camellias that had fallen to the ground.

"Who are you?" called out to him.

The gray figure seemed startled, and he stood up and looked back at the weeping bell.

It was a little novice, who looked to be only about ten years old, and he was dressed in a gray robe, but he could not detract from the beauty of his face. There was a little trepidation in the eyes of the little novice, and he hesitated to salute them: "I, the little monk just came to the courtyard today, and the little monk's Dharma name is Weichen. ”

Illusion was shocked, and turned his head to look at Changjue, both of whom had the same look of shock and doubt in their eyes.

"Dust," Weeping Ling's face was as usual, as if she had just met this little novice, she looked at Dusty a few times, and said, "You are so good-looking!"

Xiao Weichen looked very frightened, her face turned red, and she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"Hahaha!" Weeling was so pleased with the teaser's reaction that she couldn't stop laughing. Xiao Shami was ashamed and annoyed, staring at the weeping bell and couldn't speak, but the weeping bell pulled him over: "It's time to light the lamp, help me light the lamp!" After speaking, he didn't wait for him to respond, and ran away with him.

The camellia that the little novice had just held in his hand fell to the ground again, and it was full of flowers.

Phantom Wu looked at the backs of the two children walking away hand in hand, and looked at Changjue blankly: "Am I not dreaming?"

Chang Jue was also very puzzled, but looking at Phantom's appearance, he laughed, he took Phantom's hand and put it to his lips, and gently kissed her fingertips.

Phantom Wu was startled by the numbness that swam all over his body at that moment, and he only felt that his whole body was burning. She glared at Chang Jue, with a look of surprise: "You, you ......"

"Not a dream. Chang Jue was also shocked by his actions, but quickly calmed down. He has never dared to make any rudeness to Phantom, but at this moment, he didn't know where he got the courage to kiss her. Changju's heart is like a drum, and it is this feeling that makes him know that he is not dreaming.

That hand was still held in Changjue's hand, and Phantom Wu only felt that all the senses in her body were magnified by that kiss, and her thoughts seemed to be full of Luoying, and even the shock brought to her by the appearance of the dust before was eliminated.

"Let's go and see. "Chang Jue led the phantom and directly led the stunned person to the Feeling Spirit Tower.

The Spiritual Pagoda lit up layer by layer, presumably the weeping bell with the dust was lighting up. The light lit up, bringing back illusory thoughts.

"Why did Mote suddenly become a child?"

Chang Jue looked at the faintly visible figure in the tower window under the light of the lamps and candles, and said: "It is very natural to look at the hanging bell, just like seeing this person for the first time." ”

Thinking of the way the weeping bell teased people, Phantom Wu actually wanted to laugh a little: "Her out-of-the-box temperament is really difficult for a monk." ”

"Perhaps, when we first saw the dust, this is what it looks like. ”

Phantom Wu turned his head to look at Changjue: "You mean, this is ......"

Chang Jue also looked at her: "Memories of the weeping bell." ”

The Spiritual Pagoda has been lit up, and the slight warm light outlines the silhouette of the two looking at each other, floating light, a lifetime in a flash.

Phantom Wu can't think of any other explanation, everything is real and not an illusion, then there are only memories.

Maybe that night, Phantom Wu followed the bell and stepped into the memories of the weeping bell, and Changjue followed her and became a witness to the old times.

"In that case, it is better to take a look at it with confidence. Chang Jue said.

After the first meeting, the weeping bell often appeared next to the dust. She hid outside the temple to watch the morning lesson, she walked around him and threw the fallen flowers where the dust had just swept, and she would always appear by his side when the dust was meditating.

And so, time passed. At first, the dust didn't pay attention to the weeping bell, but this attitude of ignoring it aroused the fighting spirit of the weeping bell, and he became more and more entangled with the mote. The dust, who has always been old, was also annoyed by her, and there was no peace on her face, and she was really annoyed if she couldn't hide.

Seeing that he was annoyed, he felt that he had done a good job of teasing people, but on the other hand, he was unhappy.

The mentality of the real little daughter's family, she doesn't know the ignorant love in her heart.

Both of them have grown to the age of young boys and girls, although the weeping bell is a charm, but it is also a daughter's body, and she can no longer appear in the temple without scruples like when she was a child.

Weichen became a disciple of the presiding seat, and his talent was excellent, and he was soon ordained with nine incense scars.

Many people in the temple say that the dust is extremely high, the Buddha is deep, and the abbot is the most loved, and the next presiding position should be this young man Shamen who has been in the hospital for less than ten years.

The dust gradually revealed the solemn and noble temperament of the monk, dressed in a white robe, and was no longer bothered by the rude behavior of the weeping bell.

He was very good to the bell, but his demeanor was full of detachment. The weeping love thread was cut off when the bud first bloomed.