At the beginning, he listened to Qin Ying's sigh, and when he hurt himself again, thinking that it would not be a way to be quiet with her, so it was easy to stand still, hugging his arms and lowering his eyebrows, and then not talking about it. However, after a bag of cigarettes, he heard Qin Ying's snorting getting heavier, and there was a sound in his throat, as if he had eaten a full plate of fried ginger with Wu Zhuyi, and he poured cold air into his cavity.

And at this time, Qin Ying's three souls account for two, and the seven souls are all one, all of which have been attached to the first swallow of Gu Yunwu before the age of twenty, and the body is like a delicate flower and a light rain, like a flying swallow with a spring breeze. The joy is that the underground palace is secret, and I can't hear the golden rooster singing repeatedly; You come and go, horizontally and vertically, and I don't know how many times it has passed, the two of them finally can't hold on, and hurriedly walk through the twelve peaks of Wushan, where the rain rests and the clouds disperse, and they have seen the life and death in a spit.

Gu Yunwu leaned on the elbow pillow, and with the other hand, he leisurely picked out Qin Yingyun's hair, brushed it, wrapped it around, sniffed it, smelled it, and smiled skillfully with low eyebrows. After being silent for a while, he spit out a sentence, "The phoenix perches on the Wu, the fish leaps into the abyss, and the things should have a place to go, so there is no overlord Fengyue's worries, and there is no danger of burning the qin and cooking the crane." ”

When Qin Ying heard the sound, she covered her mouth and smiled, pressed her neck against the jade pillow again, and her eyes darkened, and her eyes showed the long-abiding, half-dead person on her house.

"Go to the 'plain chastity' of that Laoshizi!" Qin Ying snorted, smacked her lips, pretended to be cowardly, and when she opened her mouth again, she still wanted to welcome and refused to be gentle and polite, and dropped a bookbag that "humiliated the monarch and fell in love, shameful and admirable".

Gu Yunwu's eyes flickered, and between the light and extinction, the two eye beads seemed to stretch out a hand in the air, hugging and pulling and dragging, no matter what, he never let the jade snow meat couch next to him jump out of the eye at all. After looking at it for a long time, Gu Yunwu only felt that all the bones in his heart were crisp, and he couldn't help leaning over and folding his shoulders with Qin Ying, and then he raised his eyebrows, and the smug look on his face was hard to hide.

As the saying goes: The east family sighs and the west family sings, the same heaven and two people. If you can get out of the world and not enter the Three Realms, a pair of Dharma eyes will be impartial and compare Gu Yunwu with Rongyue, or ask your heart - this life and death, happiness and sorrow, pride and heartbreak, smooth sailing and smooth sailing, and difficult steps against the current, where is the cause and when is the effect?

In the end, the way of this world is nothing more than killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, building bridges and repairing roads, and there are no corpses. If you don't accept it, you will be a beggar, a sick ghost, a cow and a horse, and you will be reincarnated and suffered, but it can still be regarded as "Gu Yunwu"?

As you do, "It's not that you don't report, the time has not come", I only say "Don't wait for the obsolete time, please come early." In this way, I am afraid that if it is not for the high monks who have entered the meditation, they will be so angry that they will blow their beards and stare at them, and they will commit hatred and ruin their practice.

Qin Ying's age, before and after the birth of a couple, ghosts and enemies, it is the desire is a long flowing water, unable to stop the source and eventually extinct;

Right now, Qin Ying was immersed in the pleasures of the past and couldn't extricate herself, she heard a loud sound, looked back at her sideways, and took a closer look, just as she saw that the first spirit position of the shrine fell upside down, inexplicably giving rise to some gloom that made people shiver down their spines.

Behind him, he called him strange again and again, and pressed his courage, while following the sound to step forward, so as to return the tablet to its original place, while chattering straight to Qin Ying: "The door of the house is closed, and there is nowhere to come in even half a minute of breeze; ”

Qin Ying's face turned blue for a while, her eyes were handed, and she looked at the merit card that had returned to the place with the words "The Lotus Seat of the Late Rong's Jian Mao Ascension to the West", and the words "Yang Shang's Mother Rong Qin's Weeping", a hung stomach and intestines were already involuntarily followed by the shoulders, legs and belly trembled three times, and the soul was like a resurrection, trembling and calling more than ten "Amitabha Buddhas".

"If you have a grudge, you should only have a good opinion with your father. Qin Ying stepped forward tremblingly, grabbed the gold bottle that Guo Xinggong took down according to his orders, the bitter sea sank, the angry waves were dangerous, and now there was only one floating grass, how could he not teach people to catch desperately like a lost mind, and put all the vitality of dehydration in it?

Qin Ying held the golden bottle with one palm, shook it in front of Rong Yue and Rong Jian Mao's divine throne one after another, swallowed three or five mouthfuls of cold saliva in a row, and repeated seven or eight times, this side coaxed a suspenseful heart back to its original place.

"Mao'er, now you know under the spring, but you still dare to insult your mother's floating waves and cheapness, and your heart is watery?

The words fell, Qin Ying's thoughts turned again, like a bird out of the cage, without stopping, fluttering her wings and blinking back to twenty-one years ago.

"Only greedy to sleep on the pillow, a good moment, when you know the iceberg of hell, the bitter reward is ...... later"

Qin Ying tightly hugged the ignorant Rong Huan in her arms, ignoring the blood stains of Rong Jianmao that were still sticking to the two of them, staggered all the way, and rushed into the ancestral hall of Song Tower.

"The ancestors of the Rong family are on top, and the younger generation of the Rong Qin family is clear - three years ago, my husband Rong Yue and the Empress Dowager Juyan raised troops in the inner court, ruined loyalty and righteousness in one fell swoop, innocently killed more than 100 lives, and even caused the curse of heaven to drain themselves. ”

"At present, my son Jian Mao is young and vigorous, a leaf is lost in the mountains, blindly doing the act of a blind man touching an elephant, half of his limbs are thought of as a whole; he slanders and hangs, insults his mother for fornicating with his husband, has no media, insults his ancestors, defiles his children and grandchildren, and even uses a white blade to his father, so that his body dies badly, and then rewards his mother with self-destruction, regardless of the suffering of his mother's birth, bowing, growth, and parenting......"

Speaking of this, Qin Ying didn't see tears, but raised her eyebrows and smiled, spread her hands, and spread her hands aside, and didn't take care of it anymore.

"I protect chastity like a pearl. Now my son is defiling me with all his heart and only greedy for the joy of the bed, isn't it to kill his own mother and bleak the blue sky? There is a spirit on the clouds of my ancestors, and I should know that my husband has lost thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the past, and now he has come to debt me, what can I do? Because of my husband's mistakes, the world has collapsed, the emperor has been covered with dust, and he has been sad for many years, so he dare not forget, and he only wants to meet and repay his wife; now that I am the pearl of the king, I will comfort his heart, how can I not be regarded as a person who has won karma and liberated himself?"

"Wait for the ancestors of great virtue and wisdom, and come to comment on each middle song, and see if I should be called a despicable and poisonous woman, or a good wife and mother?"

As soon as these words fell, Qin Ying's wonderful eyes flowed, and she got up by herself, and lifted Rong Huan, who was lying on the ground, into her arms like a bird cage, and lowered her eyebrows and wanted to print a fragrant lip on the top of her forehead, but she faintly saw the saliva splashing in her body, her mouth opening and closing, and she called "dirty" as if she was screaming.

Qin Ying's face collapsed, as if he had been beaten by a thick frost, he lost his mind for a while, and he didn't know how much strength he had in his hands, and Rong Huan was so choked that his face was red and his eyes were blue, and he saw that he was about to die, and immediately followed his ancestor and his father to the west.

"You...... Result... What is it going to do?"

When Qin Ying heard the sound, she was stunned on the spot, as if she was unconscious, and let her arms hang down with a snort, swinging at her side. After a cup of tea, his nose trembled, and finally he howled like a doll who had been aggrieved.

Mao'er...... My dear son, who was conceived in October and had to endure a lot of hardships to raise an adult! Now that you are gone, what is the use of being a mother in the world? And I have cut off the door of the Rong family, and I have also saved filial piety clothes and linen clothes, so I can tear a three-foot white cloth to cover my face, and as the person ......who passed away, I was short of breath and paused, Qin Ying's nose was sobbing and her mouth was salivating, and she raised her palm and wiped it on her face, all like oil paint spread on her face, and her eyes were closed, and she immediately fell to the ground with soft feet.

"Since I was a child, when my son was cold and hungry? I did my best for my mother, how could I teach you to drink a mouthful of wind and dew, and walk half a step through the ups and downs? I hate only that I can't always bag you in my sleeve, cherish it, never leave an inch, avoid the sun, and stay away from the wind and waves...... Why are you like that...... Can't be so unreasonable?"

Guo Xinggong stood aside with Rong Huan in his arms, and when he heard this, where did he have a good taste in his heart? He shook his eyebrows, and only complained in his mind: If you could have treated Mao'er as a seven-foot man instead of a three-inch baby earlier, how could she be so shallow, unable to stand things, like crazy as a demon, and kill yourself?

It's just that at the moment, Xing Gong remembered that because he had added oil and vinegar at the beginning, he blindly pouted, and he had to make Qin Ying Gu Yunwu into a pair, so he had to pout his mouth and play a drum in his eyebrows, and he dared to parry with no face.

"Now, Mao'er is gone...... I'm a mother, born and old, dead and buried, and I'm helpless......"

These words are about to come out, and the situation is so that his body trembles again, and his mouth is dry and his throat is dry. Thinking that she Qin Ying and the owner of the mill building had only been a dewy couple for one year, they suffered this disaster, and the husband's only son died on the same day, teaching his white-haired people to send black-haired people not to say, and also caused a "bad son to kill his father, and the confused child complained that his mother was not in love". If you look at it from the root, it is really difficult for Xinggong to pluck his innocence from this cause and effect, and now he can't help but cover his face with iron skin, and he also feels shameless, complaining about his guilt on the one hand, and desperately looking for a place to sew into his body.

"Respectfully...... You're... And to be fair—this time it's really my fault...... Self-inflicted consequences?"

Guo Xinggong's face tightened slightly, and he coughed like a bluff, shaking Rong Huan to stop the child's crying, and at the same time digging out his heart to find some words of relief.

"You know that I am stupid and clumsy, and I don't know how to be tactful. At this point, I have a lot to say, and although I may not be able to hear it, it is also true. ”

When these words came out, Qin Ying's eyes immediately lowered, and she described it on her face, and she saw her relatives even more, and after a moment, she simply shrunk into a pile by herself, and collapsed on the ground like mud.

"I advised you before, but I followed my own wishes and achieved a good marriage with the owner of the grinding house. First, if the world knows what Mao'er's father did back then, he will only pass on your husband's atonement for sins as a good story, how dare you criticize him? Since he wantonly took the life of the beloved wife of the landlord of the mill, and now he repays it with his own wife, he still created a profitable deal; As for, you are the same as the owner of the grinding house, Lang is intentional and happy to know his fate, he is sensible and courteous, and the concubine has a heart but does not let go, and refuses several times, if it is not for the pity of God and the promotion of happiness, where is the good destiny of this pair?"

"If it's really heavenly, how can you teach me that today's catastrophe is coming, and white things are coming?" Qin Ying heard this, laughing with bitterness, and struggled to stand up, but the color on her face looked a little better.

Xinggong swallowed his tongue and bit his lip, but he couldn't find a suitable word to deal with it for a while, so he had to fold his arms faster, thinking that he would cover it, and begging Rong Huan to stop as soon as possible.

"Look at this kid, how can he cry so much?" Qin Ying's heart was troubled, she got up, leaned up and pushed Rong Huan's cheeks, and as soon as Fang touched it, her heart inevitably chuckled again.

"Hurry up and find a doctor, Huan'er's body is very hot!" The voice fell, and he suddenly grabbed Guo Xinggong's shoulder and arm, his eyes were certain, and he whispered, "Let's pick up the back garden first, and then it's not too late to go." ”

Guo Xinggong bowed his head, turned his face and responded: "You should settle your heart, because of the ancient vine secret road in the garden, I have already instructed others to go to that place on an errand, and now I will go over, and what should not be there is also a removal." ”

After speaking, Guo Xinggong pursed his lips and slumped his shoulders, patted Rong Huan twice, and then put his feet down, blinking without a trace.

In the next few days, Guo Xinggong handled the funeral inside, sent his relatives outside, comforted Qin Ying privately, and supported Song Lou in Gong, busy with a mess, flawless to eat and sleep, especially tired, and his flesh was reduced by bone protrusions. Moreover, because Rong Huan was hot and did not go away, his words were blurred, and he sought hundreds of medical treatments, all of which were in vain, and he felt that Qin Ying was anxious, and his own heart was also double anxious.

"Amitabha. ”

"The letter girl would rather scatter all her family wealth, and only ask the monk to save my grandson quickly!" Qin Ying looked at the old monk in front of him with a skull like a fist and a full face, and said secretly in his heart: It is rumored that this monk has some ability to draw mountains and rivers for mountains, and this statement is difficult to believe, but seeing his description, he should be a true monk.

The old monk heard the voice, but did not say much, started to call "Amitabha Buddha" again, and then did not hurry or panic, put the tin staff and gave up the bowl, cleaned the mouth, bathed, burned incense, bowed, and chose the outside of the ancestral hall of the Song Building, knelt and clasped his palms, and recited the "Four Manna Mantras" over and over again.

Qin Ying accepted the words of the old monk, hugged Rong Huan, waited in the hall, only heard the Buddha sound outside the door deep and clear, subtle and happy, with the Fanbei, its pacing gradually slowed, the breath grew, the shoulders sank, and it was also slowly spit out the sentence from the mouth "Break the confusion and enlightenment, open the heart, get away from suffering and be happy, and be born in the West".

This only monk without an altar, no statue, no flag, no drum, no cymbal and no bell is far more reassuring to Qin Yinglai than the whole hall water, land and air puja that Song Lou traveled for seven days and nights, more than 100 monks, worshipping and confessing, beating Jiao, and setting off flames.

"If there are thousands of eons of eons, the work will not perish, and when the cause and fate meet, the retribution will be repaid. "When the old monk kneels outside the ancestral hall, it is the day of July 7, and Qin Ying meditates in the ancestral hall, which is also the period of 49.

Seeing that Rong Huan's body is getting better day by day, and the evil illness is slowly receding, how can he not like it in his heart? It's just two places, so that Guo Xinggong doesn't understand very well - after the dojo is finished, Qin Ying taught himself to ask the master to build a glass niche in the air, and put the gold bottle Haosheng given by Gu Yunwu in the highest place, which is quite a bit of a contempt for the world to step on all beings;

And Qin Ying's side, she will sell the mill building again in the near future. In this line, it is not that the scar is good and forgets the pain, and the indulgence is extremely willing, but it is not sticky to the skin, no bones, no mud and no wading, and it is determined to say goodbye, and there will be no time for later.

"Okay, you're going to be fair!"

Guo Xinggong was shocked by Qin Ying, his ears trembled, his mind turned back, and his soul returned to the present.

"Fair, how can you be so sure that what I say is fair and unbiased?" Guo Xinggong smiled bitterly, frowned, hugged his arms and secretly took two steps back, and pretended to be a sluggish look of surprise because of the fall of Rong Jianmao's tablet, smacked his lips, and replied slowly: "If you talk about a good life, it must be the year or two when you and I first met in the church when we were in our twenties. Extreme intention of the six dusts and all evils are not created, and the five desires of wanton and long words are poisonous......"

Qin Ying was stunned when she heard this, and she lost half of her patience on her face, thinking that she was afraid that she was not demonic, so she didn't say anything before and after, and she had the intention to mention the Great Joy Palace again.

Guo Xinggong's neck bent, and then sighed: "Back then, I invited a senior monk to come to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, and when the matter was over, you taught me to put the golden bottle chief here, until today." At that time, I didn't understand the reason, but now, I see the righteousness of it. ”

"If Mao'er doesn't do anything more, and plays with his temperament again, he will have a 'golden light and insight' from this golden bottle, so that the poor Yu Quanxia will discipline and discipline his own son. ”

Qin Ying heard this, and then sighed, still unfinished, and muttered in her mouth, "After all these years, my Mao'er...... It's time to be sensible...... But look at the ...... It's really ......."

The corners of his lips were crooked, how could he not understand, his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he couldn't dispel it, but it was seven points of pity and three points of disgust.

"You also know that so many years have passed, and my car-like 'fair words' have been turned over and over, why haven't I stopped listening to it?"

"It's okay to be fair or unfair, it's good to be considerate. If he is blind halfway, he doesn't know what to do, and he wears a wedding dress to lay down the church. Is it crying? It's like tears raining down and the voice is hoarse, sadness is really sad, but this costume can spoil the scenery as much as it wants. He asked others, "Is my plain clothes white or not?" There are people who are gracious and compassionate, and how can they not respond with a sour nose and a "white, snowflake-like white" in unison. ”

Thinking of this, Guo Xinggong couldn't help but take another half step back, and when he raised his eyebrows and opened his lips, he played the old tune that he had said 98,765 times before.

It's a cliché, but it has the miraculous effect of channeling sedimentation and leading the high to the low.

Qin Ying felt that her heart had been cleared, and then she took it out twice, then lightly put the golden bottle on the stage, and then slowly pulled out Rong Huan's folding fan from her sleeve.

"This thing...... 'M afraid... It's just an object......" With that, Qin Ying stepped forward slowly and stuffed the folding fan into Guo Xinggong's hand.

"You mean ?......"

Before the situation was finished, Qin Ying was already in a hurry, her eyes were shallow and her eyes were closed, and she shook her eyebrows and laughed at herself: "Originally, I discussed with Huan'er, and the day I traveled to the west will be when he understands the greatest function of this folding fan...... At present, it seems that even if there is a key, you have to open the Hell Stone Gate, and what you can see is nothing more than a spiral staircase, a two-mile dirt road, and a broken dragon stone that weighs more than a thousand jun gods and Buddhas. ”

Guo Xinggong heard this, and couldn't help but be stunned, scratched his head with his palms, and asked in a low voice: "What about the secret passage in the back garden?"

And so it should be. ”

"How could it... So...... Forgive him for grinding the landlord and not giving up ......"

Qin Ying chuckled, her cheeks were slightly sideways, and her wonderful eyes were nailed directly to Guo Xinggong's face, and then she raised her palm, and Jiao Didi pushed the dark cloud treasure bun, moistened her lips, and said lightly: "I think back then, I had a gentleman's appointment with him - if I don't go, he won't come." I thought that if the two love each other for a long time, how could it be in the morning and twilight; in the end, Taishan can be an iceberg, and the iceberg can turn into a trickle. As the saying goes, the old man is old, and the old man is cheap, why is he disliked and not treated well when he is old, isn't it that he has seen too much and his heart is clear, so he can't cheat?"

Guo Xinggong listened and listened, his cheeks were inexplicably hot, and he didn't know that his color was so red that he was about to drip blood.

"Ho... Why...... Why ...... this?"

When Qin Ying heard this, she was even more stunned, and she smiled skillfully, unable to restrain herself.

"Xinggong, do you guess this God, is it a man or a woman, a male or a female?"

"This ...... How can this be distinguished?"

Qin Ying stopped laughing, raised her eyebrows, and looked at the golden bottle and the deceased husband's spiritual position back and forth. After a while, Fang said word by word: "If the sky has a heart, it will not be right, if the sky has skin, it will not be thin, if there is blood in the sky, it will not be red, and if the sky has love, it will not be male." After saying that, he quietly passed by the side of the state and walked out of the ancestral hall.