Jing Rong said, "Although letters from the capital are also sent by carrier pigeons, Lang Bo's eyes are much sharper than yours. When the carrier pigeons come, he will find out, where will you be chasing pigeons everywhere? So this Doves were not sent to this king."
Dude, this is embarrassing!
Ji Yunshu may have really suffered from paranoia, even a little sensitive, so that he is always suspicious and suspicious.
Shaking his head secretly.
"Maybe I'm thinking too much."
The two left the Buddhist temple, and on their way back to the meditation room, Ji Yunshu suddenly asked him, "What did the abbot tell you?"
"Some Buddhist truths."
"True meaning?" Ji Yunshu pursed his lips lightly, "Buddha has no heart, Zen is in the arms, good and evil are difficult to distinguish, karma is retribution, where does the truth come from?"
"Do you understand Buddha?"
Shake your head!
"I don't know, I just read a few books, and then I showed off a few words."
Jing Rong glanced at her sideways, and an admiring smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, but he tightened it again in an instant, frowned, and said, "The abbot said something to this king, not what you said." It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil', and it is not 'karma', but 'when will the grievances be repaid'. The so-called good from the root, evil from the heart, the truth is undoubtedly a sentence of letting go."
Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!
At the same time he spoke, Ji Yunshu stopped abruptly, turned to face each other, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at him, "It seems that you have a lot of feelings."
"More than feeling!"
"I can understand this, but I can't understand it."
"But this king, like you, doesn't believe in Buddhism." Jing Rong said seriously.
Ji Yunshu understood the meaning.
That's right, the grievances between him and Jing Yi can't be solved just by "letting go".
One person retreats, one person enters, there will be no end.
Ji Yunshu stared at him without saying anything.
It was raining heavily at night, and there was no intention of stopping. The entire mountain was shrouded in torrential rain. The dense raindrops gradually obstructed the line of sight. A complete, strong wind and heavy rain roared, and the lanterns hanging in the temple were wobbly, and several were blown out.
Inside the temple, it looks weird!
Ji Yunshu closed the door to prepare to rest, but the open window in the house creaked a few times and kept shaking.
The strong wind blew and brought in a few grains of rain, which floated obliquely on the windowsill and the ground, soaking wet.
She went over and was about to close it. Just as her hand was on the wooden window, a pigeon suddenly landed on her hand, startling her. Her hands were instantly withdrawn from the window and she took two steps back.
In the middle of the night, I really want to scare people to death!
The pigeon stood proudly on the windowsill, pacing back and forth, and kept flipping its feathers with its mouth. The smooth hair was wet by the rain, and the rain dripped down drop by drop. "Falling Chicken".
If Ji Yunshu remembered correctly, this pigeon was the one she chased to the Buddhist temple and disappeared.
Because there is a circular black mark on the hair on the left wing of the pigeon, it is very easy to recognize.
only-
The bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg has been removed.
She looked at it carefully for a while, took out a handkerchief and wiped the pigeon's wet feathers. The pigeon's small head rubbed on the handkerchief, but it didn't fly away, but she enjoyed it very much.
When the white handkerchief was rubbed on the inside of the pigeon's wings, a layer of red actually fell.
is blood!
"Little guy, are you injured?"
"Cuckoo."
Ji Yunshu frowned slightly, intending to carry it in and get some medicine, but the pigeon fluttered its wings and flew away, probably because its wings were injured, it fluttered a few times, and finally fell directly to the ground, and had to walk slowly along the wall. go.
Simply, doing good deeds to the end, Ji Yunshu hurriedly chased out.
But as soon as she got around to the back, the pigeon was gone. She followed the corridor and looked for it. Just as she turned a corner, she bumped into someone head-on. Pulling her arm, she walked steadily.
Otherwise, it will definitely fall down.
When she came back to her senses, she first saw the hand that was pulling on her arm.
That hand was as thin as firewood, with a purplish red patch, the flesh was tightly wrinkled, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand could be vaguely seen.
It's... a scar from a burn!
The man quickly withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, Lao Na has no heart, I hope the donor will forgive me."
Ji Yunshu also hurriedly folded his hands subconsciously and bowed slightly, "I'm being reckless."
"Amitabha."
Ji Yunshu raised his head and looked at the monk in front of him carefully. At first glance, wasn't this the unshaven old monk he met in the Buddhist temple before
As a result, there were heavy winds and heavy rains, and several lights were extinguished in the long corridor, so that the light was dim, but despite this, she still saw the face of the old monk in front of her.
Wrinkled face, nearly fifty years old!
Shocked, half of this person's face was left with a very scary scar due to the burn, as if a large piece of skin had been torn from life, covered in blood, while the other half of the face was hidden in the dark, those deep eyes. Slightly drooping, incomprehensible look.
Probably due to professional reasons, Ji Yunshu instinctively examined the scar carefully.
According to the degree of skin folds and the color of the scar, it seems that it should be an old injury more than ten years ago!
The old monk lowered his head and said, "Donor, the wind is blowing in the middle of the night, many lanterns have been extinguished, the corridor is dark, and it is uncomfortable to walk at night. The donor should go back to the house early to rest."
After the words fell, he raised his eyes to look at her, and then hurriedly lowered it.
After just this glance, Ji Yunshu felt very familiar, but he couldn't tell where the familiarity was.
She had to take back her scrutiny eyes, nodded lightly, and retreated to the side to make way out.
"Master, walk slowly."
The old monk limped away with him.
Hurry up!
Looking at the receding back, Ji Yunshu thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out. He planned to go back to the house, but just two steps away, a pain came from her abdomen. She covered her abdomen with one hand and propped herself against the wall up, body slightly drooping.
"Uh!"
The pain is getting worse...
The body gradually squatted down, and was picked up by someone.
At first glance, it was Moruo!
He took a medicine bottle out of his sleeve and pulled out a pill and stuffed it for her.
"have eaten."
Looking at the red pill in her palm, she asked Moruo, "What is this?"
"Pain relief medicine."
"What medicine?"
"You eat first."
Ji Yunshu was suspicious and seemed to realize something. At this time, she was sweating profusely, but she still obeyed and took the medicine. After a while, the pain gradually dissipated.
Moro helped her back to the room.
Inside the house, Ji Yunshu turned pale, looking at Moruo who was sitting across from him.
"Tell me, what's wrong with me?"