In early spring, the warm sun is just right.
Ji Yunshu opened the curtains and looked out, a ray of light slanted down and fell on her extremely delicate face.
Beauty is illusory!
The wind swept through the woods in the mountains one by one, brushing against the cheeks, very warm.
The snow and ice gradually melted, and nature gradually returned to its original appearance.
She looked at the dense forest in the distance with gentle eyes, and her thoughts wandered away for a while...
The groom turned around, looked back, smiled, and asked, "Girl, are you from Dalin?"
Hearing this, her eyes flickered, and she gave a soft "um" and asked, "How long will it take to get to Dalinjing?"
The groom made an estimate: "Recently, it is the snow melting period. If the road is slippery, the carriage will go slower. If there is no accident, it should be able to arrive in more than a month."
"Can you be as fast as possible?"
"This is guaranteed, but girl, you paid the money, and I will deliver it to you, don't worry!"
She didn't say anything, her fingertips slowly moved away from the curtain, and she looked down at the urn in her arms.
His eyes gradually sank.
The carriage is also driving cautiously...
a month later.
It was a warm sunny day.
Early in the morning, a few bells rang out from a temple with a lot of incense outside the capital.
In the forest, the reverberation echoed.
People come here to offer incense and pray for blessings in an endless stream every day.
Almost as soon as the gate of the temple opened, someone came in.
Looking for marriage!
Be safe!
Be healthy!
…
The incense never breaks.
It is said that the Bodhisattva here is very effective, and if you seek it, you will get it.
A carriage that had been running for a month finally arrived here.
Stopped outside the temple gate!
The groom looked at the temple in Menting Ruoshi and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect you Dalin people to believe in Buddhism so much. Did the girl travel thousands of miles from Huyi to come here just to worship Buddha?"
Ji Yunshu got off the carriage with Jing Xuan's urn in his arms.
Looking at the temple in front of him, he said to the groom, "Pull the carriage aside and wait for me."
"okay!"
She entered the temple gate, found a little monk, and said, "Little Master, I have something to ask your abbot, can you take me there?"
The little monk put his hands together, "Amitabha Buddha" said: "The abbot is meditating, what is the need for the donor to directly tell the little monk."
"It's better to bother the little master and say... I'm here to ask about Zen."
"That's it, then please wait a moment."
"Thank you!"
The little monk went to report.
There are countless people who come to see the abbot every day, how can everyone meet
Ji Yunshu waited outside the hall for a long time before the little monk came to tell him, "Donor, please come here."
The little monk led the way and took her to the meditation room.
The abbot was knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed and chanting sutras.
"Master, the donor is here."
The abbot only opened his eyes after knocking on the wooden fish for the last three times.
When he saw that it was Ji Yunshu, he was slightly startled, got up and said, "So it was the donor Ji?"
Ji Yunshu sent Mo Zhi to this temple, so he had a fate with the abbot here.
She bowed: "Abbot."
"I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know if it's you, Master Ji."
"I came here in a hurry this time, just for fear of disturbing the abbot."
"The door of Buddhism opens, and the donor's words are heavy." The abbot twisted the beads in his hand.
Ji Yunshu said: "Actually, I came today because I have something to trouble the abbot."
"Don't hesitate to say."
She handed over the urn in her hand: "I hope it can be placed in the temple."
Abbot: "This is?"
Ji Yunshu was silent for a while before saying, "An old friend!"
The abbot didn't ask any further questions. He took the urn with both hands and said, "Don't worry, the donor, the old man will arrange it well."
"Thank you."
"Convenience with others is also the way of Buddhism." The abbot handed the urn to the little monk and instructed a few words.
The little monk walked out of the meditation room with the urn in his arms.
A stone in Ji Yunshu's heart finally fell.
Jing Xuan, I will take you back to Dalin. And the only way is to put her ashes in the temple. When Jing Xuan married Huyi, she would be the third princess of Huyi forever. It is impossible to return to Dalin at all, even if it returns to Dalin,
It cannot be buried in the tomb of the emperor, so it can only be enshrined in the temple.
After explaining everything, Ji Yunshu asked, "I don't know... how about Mo Zhi?"
Last time, Mo Zhi was still in a baby.
After a few months, it should be grown up, right
The abbot said, "Don't worry, Xuanzhi is fine."
"Xuanzhi?"
"After the donor left, Lao Na gave him a Buddha name, Xuanzhi."
"So that's the case, can I see him then?"
The abbot led Ji Yunshu to the backyard of a temple.
From a distance, he saw a ten-year-old young monk sweeping the floor. The young monk tied Mo Zhi, who was only a few months old, behind his back with a soft strap.
The little guy has big watery eyes, thumbs in his mouth, and squeaks.
Don't cry or make trouble.
very quiet!
Very cute!
Also very healthy!
In a few months, he really grew up a lot.
Eyebrows like Tang Si.
Eyes like Moro.
Only the mouth is like myself.
The little monk happily swept the floor and sang a little song to make Mo Zhi happy. "The wind blows and blows, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. Whose son is singing? The wind blows and blows, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. My little Zhi is singing, The wind blows, blows, flowers bloom, leaves fall, whose family is it
Is Erlang singing? The wind blows and blows, the flowers bloom, the leaves fall, and my little Zhi is singing..."
Sing over and over again.
Mo Zhi listened while holding his fingers.
Every now and then there was a squeak of laughter.
The body also moved to and fro.
Ji Yunshu stood in the distance watching that scene, his eyes gradually became wet.
But there was a smile on his lips.
At this moment, she firmly believed that the decision she had made was not wrong!
She hoped that Mo Zhi would grow up happily like this.
The abbot asked, "Can't the donor come over?"
She shook her head: "No, no..."
"Amitabha."
…
That day, when Ji Yunshu left the temple, the abbot himself rang the bell in the temple for her.
one time!
two!
Three times!
haunting for a long time...
She asked, "Abbot, what is suffering in this world? What is pleasure?"
The abbot said, "Pleasure is pain, and pain is pleasure!"
"Then... what is waiting?"
"The donor does as he pleases, as long as he waits!"
She closed her eyes and faced the warm sun of early spring.
She seemed to see the man approaching her little by little.
She could smell the familiar smell on him and feel the hot body temperature on him.
Can really touch him.
She said: No matter how many years to come, no matter where, no matter what thorns lie ahead? Or a sea of fire? This time, I'll be doing my best for you!
Jing Rong, we are twin butterflies!
You die, I die! (The second map finale)