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The night wind is like a song, the night rain is like crying, and everything is silent in the hall of enlightenment.

In the darkness, the figure of Princess Jincheng remained motionless for an unknown amount of time, but she was still unwilling to leave, only staring at the three relics left by her mother in a daze.

A scroll of scriptures, a wooden fish, a string of prayer beads.

After she and the master reunited, there were only a handful of days to really get together, and the old nun's temperament was very strange, although the two were mother and daughter, there always seemed to be a layer of inexplicable estrangement.

But with the passing of the Absolute Gold Master, this layer of separation seems to have disappeared strangely, and she will never forget the moment when her mother Burning Dan Burning Yuan resolutely rushed to her father, and the last sentence she said to herself was: "Live, avenge us!"

This sentence echoed in her heart all the time, like a poisonous snake that could not be chased away and gnawed her day and night.

And he who left that day was his father. In the eyes of others, he is a lawless and unscrupulous and lascivious king, even if he is killed a hundred times with a thousand knives, it is not a pity.

But in the mind of Princess Jincheng, he is just a father, a loving and dignified father.

He would deliberately prick himself with his beard to make her giggle as a child, and he would teach himself to write by hand, even though he only remembered it once.

When he is unhappy, the thunder and fury will make people tremble, and when he is happy, he will pick himself up and spin in circles.

For a long time, she could only see her father once or twice a month, so much so that she mistakenly thought that her father from other families was like this.

Later, when she grew up, she realized that her other brothers and sisters might not even be able to see her father and emperor in a year, and she was already the luckiest princess.

At first, Princess Kaneshiro didn't understand why, until she learned about the eighteen-year-old secret between her parents.

It was the happiest time of her life, and I believe it will never happen again.

Now, without his father's stubble and his mother's chanting, he is alone and wandering in a foreign land.

Fortunately, there is also a guy with thicker skin than the city wall, who can't drive away and can't run away, and he will follow him from the Central Plains to Mobei, from Chang'an to Emei.

However, the more this happened, the more she couldn't help but be afraid in her heart, afraid that soon even this little warmth would be lost, and she would fall forever into the endless dark abyss.

She knew that no matter how scared she was, this day would come sooner or later, and she only hoped that he would not be by her side at that time.

She cherished her mother's relics in her pocket, and turned around to beckon Diao Xiaosi to leave together.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and saw that in the wind and rain outside the Wu Hall, there was an old nun in a silk cloth who was struggling to sweep the floor.

The floor was wet, but she swept it meticulously, and the place where the bamboo broom swept was spotless.

——When did this old nun enter the small courtyard, and why didn't there be any trace of Diao Xiaosi?!

Princess Jincheng was slightly startled, her eyes staring at the old nun in the silk clothes for a moment, as long as she noticed the slightest abnormality, she would be the first to launch a fierce attack.

But the old nun in the silk clothes was unaware of it, and slowly swept towards the door of the Hall of Enlightenment.

"Sand, sand, rustle......" She is so old that people are worried that she will fall on the slippery bluestone slab at any time, and her rickety figure is gradually approaching.

Princess Jincheng's eyebrows suddenly flashed with a cluster of golden light, and she said clearly, "Who are you?"

The old nun looked up at Princess Jincheng blankly and replied, "I am a bhikshuni in the nunnery, and I don't understand the Dharma name. ”

Princess Jincheng said coldly: "Disrespectful, I didn't expect to meet a hidden master in the empty hermitage." ”

The old nun shook her head and said, "The female donor laughed, what kind of master is the poor nun, but she is just a few years older." ”

Princess Jincheng's spiritual sense had swept through the entire small courtyard, but she still couldn't sense Diao Xiaosi's traces, so she couldn't help but become more and more jealous of the old nun in front of her, and asked, "Where is my companion?"

"It turns out that the little donor is your companion? Don't worry, the female donor, he is fine. The old nun smiled and said, "Just now I took him to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the nunnery, and he hurried back because he was in a hurry to finish sweeping the ground. ”

Princess Jincheng's heart was shocked, she knew very well that with Diao Xiaosi's character, how could she quietly follow an old nun to the Scripture Pavilion, and nine times out of ten she had already encountered unforeseen dangers.

She silently performed her magic skills and said in a cold voice, "Let my companion go." ”

"The female benefactor is angry, and he will be fine. The old nun in the clothes was embarrassed: "It's just that the little donor has damaged the temple property, and according to the temple rules, he needs to do a year's miscellaneous labor in the nunnery, and the poor nun can't let him go for the time being." ”

Princess Jincheng said: "I don't know what treasures he destroyed in the nunnery, I will compensate according to the price!"

The old nun said, "He smashed a big hole in the ground and broke a broom of the poor nun." Originally, this was not worth a few dollars, but the temple rules were like this, and the poor nuns did not dare to disobey them. ”

"Whoosh!" a bunch of magpie bridge fairy ni suddenly swept out of Princess Jincheng's sleeve, and shot at the old nun in the silk cloth at a gallop.

The old nun in the silk clothes couldn't dodge, and was suddenly tied up by the Queqiao Xianni.

Princess Jincheng couldn't help but be stunned, she didn't expect to subdue the old nun in the clothes so easily, but she didn't dare to slack off in her heart, stared at the other party's stunned face and said, "Will you let people go?"

The old nun in the silk clothes struggled and said with a wry smile: "Female donor, you killed the poor nun, and I don't dare to violate the temple rules." ”

Princess Jincheng bowed slightly: "Okay, then I'll kill you first, and then go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to save him!"

The old nun shook her head and said, "Female donor, forgive the poor nun's nonsense, you should be the most first aid yourself." ”

Princess Jincheng's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly, and she was even more suspicious of this mysterious old nun, and said lightly: "Sure enough, it is still the old thing on the shore that is endlessly bitter." ”

The old nun sighed and said, "Although the female donor doesn't want to say it, the poor nun can guess your identity to some extent." Listening to the abbot, the nephew of the absolute Jin master betrayed the mountain gate in a disorderly manner, and was killed in the city of Jiangdu by the nephew of the Jin Ding master and nephew in the city of Jiangdu. I watched the nephew grow up since he was a child, although his temperament was a little more violent, he would never do evil for evil, but he was jealous of evil like hatred. ”

Princess Jincheng thought of her mother's chest, and listened to the old nun in the clothes continued: "The poor nun is a monk, and she has never stepped out of the nunnery in her life, and I don't understand the big things outside. But Master Jin's nephew is not a villain, I think the abbot of Yuding and the nephew of Jin Ding are wrong to blame her. It's a pity that the poor people are soft-spoken, and even if they say it, no one will listen. ”

Princess Jincheng's face softened slightly when she heard this, and she said, "Thank you for saying a few words of justice for my mother." ”

"The female benefactor sacrificed the enlightenment hall at night, which shows the deep love between mother and daughter. But Rong Poor Ni said bluntly, I see that your eyebrows are extremely evil, and your heart has been blinded by hatred, I am afraid that it will be a curse rather than a blessing. ”

The old nun in the cloth recited in a low voice: "I am Sumeru, evil heart is seawater, troubles are waves, poison is evil dragons, vanity is ghosts and gods, dust is fish and turtles, greed and hatred are hell, stupidity is beasts—female benefactor, your wisdom is a hundred times better than that of poor nuns, how can you not know that all things in the red dust are vain, and the mirrors and rivers are all empty? ”

Princess Jincheng's Yurong said coldly: "According to what you say, I deserve to be submissive and let the enemy run rampant?"

"Amitabha, what the female donor said is not right. The old nun seemed to have forgotten that she had become a prisoner, and she chattered endlessly about the Dharma scriptures, "My Buddha is merciful to all sentient beings, good is rewarded, evil is rewarded, and all karmic retribution must be borne by oneself in the end." If you respond to violence with violence, you are very wrong. ”

Princess Jincheng sneered: "Nonsense! My father and mother were harmed by wicked people that day, why didn't I see the Buddha appear?"

The old nun said: "Today's fruit, yesterday's cause." It's not that the Buddha has not appeared, but that the female benefactor is covered in dust in the red dust and can't see it. ”

Princess Jincheng raised her eyebrows lightly and said, "Who wouldn't say empty vernacular and clichés? If you can bring your father and mother back to life, I will believe you!"

The old nun said, "If a person dies and cannot be resurrected, how can a poor nun have such ability?"

Princess Jincheng said contemptuously: "Then, what you said for a long time is all nonsense. ”

"Good, good......" The old nun in the silk clothes lowered her eyebrows and said slowly: "Since the female donor doesn't believe in the words of the poor nun, it is okay - ask the female donor to take a look at her past and present life with her own eyes." ”

Princess Jincheng hadn't seen clearly how the old nun in the silk clothes had broken free from the Queqiao Xianni, and the space around her suddenly shattered, and a golden Buddha light fell from the sky and shone in the Hall of Enlightenment.

Suddenly, Princess Jincheng felt a trance in her heart, and was surprised to find that she had turned into an unkempt little girl, wearing a thin shirt and trembling as thin as a wood walking on the streets of the cold winter moon, carrying a basket of white cakes that had already been frozen hard in the crook of her arm and selling them to passers-by who were hurrying to her side.

At this moment, she is no longer a peerless master of the sword for thousands of miles, but a little girl who sells white cakes!

When he was surprised, the voice of an old nun in a bound cloth suddenly sounded in his ears: "Female benefactor, this is your previous life. The poor nun recreated it with the method of causal cycle, not for the female benefactor to suffer again in the previous life, but to hope that you can understand the heavenly principles and retribution, and rely on your own thoughts for good and evil. ”

The voice fell, and a sturdy drunk walked over to him, and the smell of wine and meat was disgusting.

The voice of the old nun in the silk clothes sounded again: "His name is Yang Xi, and this name is unfamiliar to the female benefactor. But in the next life, he will be Long Zhenwu, the general of the forbidden army, you should recognize him. ”

At this time, the drunkard had stopped in front of the little girl, and couldn't help but grab a piece of cake from the bamboo basket and put it to his mouth to bite it, but he spit it on the ground with a "bah" sound, and scolded: "Damn, what kind of thing? It's harder than a brick, and I almost knocked out my front teeth!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he slammed his slap and knocked the little girl to the ground, and a basket of white cakes scattered out.

The little girl's cheeks were swollen high, and she held back her tears and did not cry, but only watched the drunken man walk away with hatred.

Suddenly, a thin black figure jumped out of the corner of the street, grabbed two cakes from the ground, and couldn't wait to stuff them into his mouth and run away. It was so fast that the little girl didn't even get to see what he looked like.

"Do you remember the old man who took in Lingtang and you? The boy who snatched your two cakes just now was him when he was a child. The old nun in the clothes said slowly: "The life and death of the world is a big matter, and they only seek blessings all day long, not from the bitter sea of life and death." If you are lost in your own nature, how can you save it? Female donor, you go all the way, I hope you can understand. ”

Princess Jincheng didn't speak, but silently wiped the white cake on the ground with her sleeve, put it back into the bamboo basket, and then stood up strongly and continued to walk forward in the cold wind.