Stone, pitch black as ink.

There is neither cause nor effect, nor spirituality, like a dead thing.

"Amitabha!"

The round monk was reluctant to cross Zhen Pu across the bitter sea and to the other side, but after watching him die, he turned into a stone, and still sighed for him.

He walked over, picked up the black stone, and held it in his hand.

Then, I heard the sound and looked at the bamboo door on the side.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

In this bamboo forest hut, someone is here again.

The person who came, it was the jade hairpin girl.

Early in the morning, she woke up, and when she saw that the house was empty, she was anxious, and went out, inquiring all the way, and finally, she inquired about it.

The bamboo forest is noisy, and the waves are bursting.

However, she pushed open the bamboo fence and walked into the courtyard, where she saw the boy in Tsing Yi, the old man who was dying, and the young monk, but she did not see her Zhen Pu Gongzi.

Where is he?

The jade hairpin girl frowned worriedly, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

The round monk held the black stone and looked at the jade hairpin girl intently.

He knew that this was Zhen Pu's confidante, the woman who rescued Zhen Pu home in the ice and snow.

The round monk wandered in the capital for several months, listened to the cries of many unjust souls, and also made many resentful spirits die in bliss, many of which were victimized by Zhen Pu.

He knew the evil things Zhen Pu had done, and he also knew the story of him and Miss Yuchai.

"Zen master, have you ever seen my father-in-law? as tall as you, the same age as you, wearing a coarse green cloth robe, with a left hand ...... The left hand seems to be gone!"

Seeing the round monk looking at her like this, the jade hairpin girl thought that he might know the whereabouts of Xianggong, and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

This way, she inquired carefully, the middle-aged man and the little baby who sold breakfast on the street pointed out the road to herself, the white-headed old man pulling a cart of charcoal pointed out the road to herself, and the middle-aged woman who sold green grass grasshoppers pointed out to herself, all of which were this one, and it would not be wrong.

And along this road, there is only this bamboo forest.

Walking along the stone path in the bamboo forest, there is only this bamboo house.

Xianggong, he is not in the yard, probably ...... Probably in the house.

But why is his hand gone? Those people say his hand is gone, but it was fine last night.

The jade hairpin girl thought about all these troubles, and she was worried, and her brows did not decrease.

"I'm going to talk to him...... Is he in the house?" asked the girl.

She wanted the monk to answer her "yes", but the monk shook his head.

"This girl, he's not in the house, he's here!"

The round monk held a twig Zen staff in one hand and stretched out his hand to her with the other.

He slowly unfolded his palm, and the black stone appeared in front of her eyes.

It was the stone that Zhen Pu turned into when he died.

But even though the two were so close, as close as yesterday, she could no longer recognize him.

In her eyes, that stone was not Zhen Pu's son, it was just a black stone.

The jade hairpin girl has no time to play the edge and guess the dumb riddles.

She didn't know what the young monk meant by saying such strange things.

She just shook her head, took a few steps back, and said, "This Zen master, you don't make fun of the little woman, my father-in-law's hand is broken, and he doesn't have a penny on him, I'm in a hurry, I have to find him quickly!"

As she spoke, the jade hairpin girl went straight past the round monk and went into the house to look for it.

Perhaps, he was retaliated against by the little emperor, and he hid, not daring to let her see him like that!

How could he think that? What a fool he was!

When Guipi saw that the girl was going to the house, she stood by the door, opened her arms, and stopped her, preventing her from entering.

The white-haired Divine Doctor Wu shook his head at him and motioned for him not to stop.

Let her go in and find it, let her die this heart is.

Gui Pi retreated, and the jade hairpin girl hurried into the house.

Doctor Wu looked at this hurried figure, looking at this woman who had taken him three years of life to save last night, and had an illusion for a moment.

His eyes were cloudy, as if he saw his granddaughter Qingdai come back to life.

The snow in the tomb in the courtyard has not disappeared, and the figure of the jade hairpin girl and the figure of the Qingdai girl gradually coincide together.

It's just that Doctor Wu knows that this is all his delusion.

It's just that people are old and confused!

He sighed for no reason, shook his head, and let the jade hairpin girl rummage through his bamboo hut.

"Xianggong, I know you're in the house, come out quickly! Don't hide from me, we all agreed about what happened last night, you are not allowed to deny it! You are not allowed to deny it!"

"Xianggong—"

"Xianggong—"

The bamboo house is not big, but there are three or two rooms, the room is not big, as soon as the door is opened, you can see the end at a glance, and you can't hide people at all.

The house was empty, and the jade hairpin girl didn't find Zhen Pu, he wasn't here at all.

The clue of the jade hairpin girl is broken here.

What she feared most finally happened.

That person deceived her, broke his promise, and didn't want to stay with her for a long time.

But she still couldn't let go of him, she was still unwilling, and she kept shouting.

"Xianggong—"

"Phase...... Xianggong, you come out ......"

Shouting, one lower than the other.

She didn't know how many times she searched back and forth, she knew that there was no him in this bamboo house, but she just didn't want to come out.

She lied to herself.

She continued to search in the bamboo hut, shouting.

The round monk listened to the low, almost crying shout, and suddenly, suddenly remembered his Axiu girl.

At that time, when she was in the Golden Scale Ladder, her body was occupied by the demons in her heart, and she also shouted one after another, and she also shed tears for him, and it was the woman's affection that freed herself from the control of the demons, so that she would not become a walking corpse that disturbed the world.

However, this is his story.

In the story of Miss Yuchai, this shout can't bring Zhen Pu back from the dead.

The black stone in the round monk's hand was unresponsive and lifeless.

Every bit of heavy ink shows that he is dead, dead.

"Amitabha!"

The round monk let out a long sigh.

He doesn't cross Zhen Pu, but he is willing to take a shot, cross this infatuated woman, and live her sea of suffering.

"Old gentleman, I wonder if you would like to take her as an apprentice, teach her medical skills, let her administer medicine to save people, and repay Zhen Pu's sins?"

The round monk looked at the old Divine Doctor Wu, folded his hands, and said sincerely.

Divine Doctor Wu looked at this handsome young monk with a strange look in his eyes.

When he first saw him, he smiled with flowers, and there was always a strange brilliance in his eyes, which made him feel mysterious, and now, when he saw him again, he always felt that he was a different person.

He felt that this monk was a monk worthy of respect.

He was willing to believe in him.

"Zen master, if she is willing to study medicine with the old man, the old man will definitely teach her, never hide her selfishness, and teach her all her skills. ”

Divine Doctor Wu nodded in agreement.

But he also knew that Zhen Pu could repay the woman with his life, and the woman would definitely follow him with death.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, he will be willing to teach, and the woman may not be willing to live to learn.

Thinking of this, Doctor Wu couldn't help but say worriedly: "But I'm only afraid of her ......"

The round monk knew what Doctor Wu was worried about, but his worries were unnecessary.

Since he asked such a question, then everything else could be solved.

The round monk said expressionlessly: "Then, let her forget those troubles, just be a doctor with peace of mind, and one day, she will save as many people as Zhen Pu, and let her think of these things again, at that time, after more than ten years, her heart should not be so painful, and she can feel better!

Doctor Wu said: "Is this a deception for the Zen master?

"When she knows the truth, she wants to seek death, and if the little monk tells a lie or makes a precept, she can easily save a human life, isn't it worth it? The round monk replied.

"If the Zen master sees it, then do what the Zen master says. ”

Doctor Wu felt that the round monk was completely different from the monks he had seen who did not cross the thunder pond by half a step, he was not willing to be controlled by the Dharma, nor did he follow the rules, but his approach was not permanent, but it never annoyed him.

"The donor is merciful, and the little monk is grateful for the immeasurable merit of the donor for those who will be treated in the future!

The round monk folded his hands and bowed to Doctor Wu.

Then, he swept a plum petal blown off by the cold wind, clamped it on his fingertips, and flicked it gently.

"Whew-"

A little golden Buddha light was sandwiched in the plum blossom petals, and flew straight towards the jade hairpin girl.

The petals flew and circled in the air, and after turning a corner at the bamboo door, they entered the house, and fell on the head of the jade hairpin girl.

The plum petals slowly fell, and the golden Buddha light drilled into her mind.

She suddenly fell into a trance and lost her mind.

Then, I just feel like I've forgotten a lot of things.

"Who am I?

"Oh, I'm Qingdai, this is Grandpa's medical hall!"

The jade hairpin girl looked at the bamboo window in front of her and said quietly.

It's just, it's strange, why did I cry, is there anything sad?

She couldn't remember it at all!

She quietly wiped away her tears, and there was a noise outside, and she walked out of the house.

In the courtyard, she met her grandfather, saw little cinnamon, and met a handsome monk.

The monk had already pushed open the bamboo fence and left the hospital.

He held a Zen staff, took a step, and made a word.

"Take refuge in the Buddha!"

"Convert to the law!"

"Take refuge in the monk!"

This is the "three refuges" of Buddhism, he is a monk, and it is very common to chant these.

"Refuge...... Take refuge in the show!"

The golden light in the jade hairpin girl's mind was shining, and a little clear spirit flashed.

"Girl of the Refuge Show?"

She muttered, but vaguely understood that unlike the ordinary "three refuges", this was the "four refuges" of this monk!

Some people don't deserve to die, but they have died.

There are people who don't want to live, but they survive.

"Take refuge in the show!"

He chanted and walked away!

......

The black stone in the round monk's hand finally moved a little in this chanting.

Maybe it was because he saw that the jade hairpin girl had a good home, and he put his mind at ease and no longer had any worries and nostalgia.

He shook suddenly, and then, breaking free from the round monk's palm, turned into a black streamer, and fled into the distance.

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