"Okay, okay, okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry!"

Ma Xuewen is still on the bed at the moment, sitting up straight, his outer clothes have been taken off, and he is only wearing a plain white lining. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA young woman fell into her arms and cried bitterly. He also hugged the woman, patted her on the back, continued to comfort her, stroked her long hair again, and whispered: "The fourth brother is still on the side, good, don't let him see the joke." ”

When the woman heard this, her crying became quieter, but she still sobbed and did not get up, and quietly hugged him in her arms.

Wei Ze stood three feet away from the bed, listened to Ma Xuewen's words, and laughed: "Where, where." There are people who love you like this, it's too late for me to envy, how can I laugh. After that, he took two steps forward and bowed down: "Sister-in-law, why don't you get up first, you see his unlucky appearance, it is estimated that he is not good yet, let him rest." ”

When the woman heard this, she also straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed, wiped her face that was already crying with a handkerchief, looked at Ma Wenwen stupidly, and listened to Wei Ze say: "Sister-in-law, you have to take care of yourself, don't cry for a while, and you have to find Lang Zhong to treat you, when the time comes, one of you will lie on the other side of the bed, and the other will be a couple." ”

As soon as these words came out, the woman also burst into tears and laughed, and when she looked up again, she was looking at Ma Xuewen and looking at her with affection.

He stretched out his thumb to wipe away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes, and gently wiped her flushed cheeks that had been excited by tears with the back of his hand, and looked at each other infatuatedly: "Qingqing, don't cry, your makeup is crying." Go wash up. ”

Wei Ze looked at Ma Xuewen's body and seemed to be fine, so he straightened up: "Yes, since there is nothing to do, then I will go back first, third brother, you can rest, see that your face is half black and half white, and you are not lightly ill." ”

After he finished speaking, he got up and went out, Qingqing was about to get up to see him off, but he declined.

Wei Ze walked out of the gate, and before he got into the carriage, he watched Li Bing gallop on horseback and shouted at him. Maybe he was changing his voice, and he was hoarse halfway through the call, and cleared his throat again: "Brother Bingzi, I'm here." ”

Li Bing pulled the reins and jumped off the horse: "Wei Zi, how are the people?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Lang Zhong said that he was infected with the wind and cold, and it was good to recuperate. Wei Ze walked to Li Bing's side, and while talking, he took the reins from his hand and handed it to his entourage: "He just took the medicine, and he will fall asleep again, so you better not go to see him." ”

Li Binggang said, "That's good." But Wei Ze gently pulled his sleeve and pulled it aside.

"Brother Bingzi, don't you think it's strange?"

Li Bing didn't know what he meant, just frowned, and listened to him continue: "Do you remember that we went fishing on the frozen river ice the winter before last. The ice cracked, Lin Yuan fell into the water and 'almost' drowned, and I choked on several mouthfuls of water, but he rescued the two of us by himself and carried us back. It was such a cold day, and the three of us were soaking wet. Afterwards, I was seriously ill, but he was like no one. It's the end of August, it's lukewarm, how can you say he got a chill for some reason?"

Li Bingyan also nodded yes when he heard this, but he only said that he cared about it, and such an obvious problem was actually ignored. But I heard Wei Ze continue: "I just thought about the process of meeting this Qingqing from beginning to end, and I felt that her background was very suspicious, and I always felt that maybe she was the person sent by Brother Wen's opponent. ”

"What's going on? Don't you know the details of this Qingqing?"

Wei Ze glanced at the entourage of the carriage, then looked at Li Bing, and pulled him as he walked: "The problem is here, no one knows the details of this Qingqing." Now that I think about it, there are really too many doubts about this series of things. I had to start from more than ten days ago when I met her. ”

"That day, I went hunting with Xuewen in Danshan, and on the way back, I saw this woman lying on the side of the road, her face was pale, and there was a lot of blood on her forehead, and the wound seemed to be knocked out. Xuewen saw that she was still angry, so he took her back.

After Lang Zhong gave the needle, she woke up, but she couldn't remember anything. Xuewen saw that she had nowhere to go, so he left her in the house, because when he saw her, her clothes were green, and she was named Qingqing. Who knows, I later found out that she actually knows a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she also has a good conversation with Xuewen. In those two days, Xuewen was on the rise, and he was going to marry her as the main house, but his uncle said that his origin was unknown, and he only allowed the identity of the concubine, and he was not allowed to do a big deal. That's the way it is, and now I think about it, there are a lot of doubts. ”

After Li Bing heard this, his eyes were already wide: "So it's only been ten days since I met that woman, and they got married?"

"yes, that's the problem, there's something weird about it, we'll have to look into it. ”

After Qingqing waited for Ma Xuewen to fall asleep, she went to the backyard alone.

She stood in the courtyard and looked at the house in front of her for a long time, and finally walked in.

The wooden plaque on the house reads "Xiang Ge". There is a small bookshelf on the left and right sides of the room, scattered with some scriptures, and in the center there is a colored clay statue, not Guanyin, but the green robe and long knife of the Jialan Bodhisattva. Jialan Bodhisattva is loyal and righteous, and the Ma family is stained with some underworlds, and all year round, three incense offerings are offered every morning, noon and evening to seek peace.

Qingqing entered the room, locked the main door, knelt on the futon, and after burning incense, he kowtowed three more times.

"The Bodhisattva is above, the little woman Qingqing, was originally a lonely ghost in the Sui Dynasty, the husband was unlucky, and I died in vain to be a ghost, and I was imprisoned in the ghost hall for a hundred years, and I was able to escape by chance. I was reminded of my anger, and I originally wanted to go back to my hometown to see it and be reincarnated, but I met the son of the Ma family on the way, and I was deeply in love and couldn't extricate myself.

The little woman knew that people and ghosts had different paths and could not be together for a long time, so she only thought about taking care of him for a few more days, and repaid the kindness of saving me and left. Now that Ma Gongzi is dyed with yin qi, I can only hurt him if I stay here, I originally wanted to leave and reincarnate, and I went out several times, but I retreated, and the little woman was really reluctant.

I know that it is a great sin to cause him to be infected with yin qi, but I beg the Bodhisattva to pray sincerely to me, please give me a wonderful method to remove the yin qi from my body, and let me take care of him until his body is healed. If he can get his wish, after he is in good health, the believer will immediately reincarnate again, without delay, and is more willing to eat a vegetarian diet for the rest of his life and take refuge in Buddhism. I also ask the Bodhisattva to be merciful and help the believer to fulfill her wish. ”

Qingqing said this, her eyes were a little red, and she kowtowed three more times with tears, and fell to the ground for a long time.

"Glah!" a sound startled Qingqing, she got up and looked, on the left scripture shelf, a scripture book slipped to the ground, the middle of the page was separated, and from a distance, she saw the three big characters of "Jizo Sutra" on the purple and red cover.

She walked over and picked up the book, turned it over again, and looked at the page that had just covered the ground: next to the dense scriptures, I don't know who used a red pen to annotate them, and the seven small red characters were particularly conspicuous:

"The Buddha does not cross people, people cross themselves!"