In the bustling city, a crazy carriage appeared, the people dodged one after another, screaming one after another.
Soon Chu Qingyan felt faintly that those shouts gradually faded away, and only the horses neighed fiercely.
Chu Qingyan opened her eyes, and it happened that the curtain of the car was raised by the speed of the horse. She looked at it in confusion, but her eyes widened in an instant, her eyes were terrified.
She couldn't blame her for being frightened, because there was no road in front of the carriage, it was the city wall of Kyoto.
But the horse seemed to be completely oblivious, rushing forward without slowing down.
Is she going to die here
There was a sense of despair in Chu Qingyan's heart.
I really want to see my father and mother again.
She closed her eyes hopelessly.
Xiao Xu can't find her, will he find her
Will there be a miracle
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. At this critical juncture, the first person he thought of was actually him!
The sound of horses' hooves, the dust is flying.
I could faintly hear the sound of tower bells and wooden fish.
Chu Qingyan didn't care, but she clearly felt that the bumpy carriage seemed to be buffered, and the violent neighing of the horse seemed to be weakened.
The result of this change is that the tower bell is crisp and the wooden fish is moving, accompanied by the voiceless incantation, as if it is surrounded by the ears, like a burst of rain from the sultry and restless earth.
Chu Qingyan was surprised to feel that the carriage gradually slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, it had slowly stopped.
Chu Qingyan didn't think much, and immediately opened the car curtain, but she was stunned for a moment when she saw her situation.
Just three steps away from Ma'er was the city wall. The solid wall made of gray-white stones made Chu Qingyan's face pale slightly. She didn't dare to stay, she dragged her body and rolled down quickly, for fear of the horse. Crazy again.
An unsteady step, fell to the ground, raised dust all over the ground, choked on the dust, and the whole person was very embarrassed, but at the juncture of life and death, who would care about this image
And just when Chu Qingyan put her hands on the ground and was about to get up, she heard the tower bell again, but the difference was that it was close at hand this time.
"Female benefactor, are you all right?" The voiceless voice entered the ear, like wind and rain, soft but not flattering, moisturizing fine and silent.
When she heard the sound, she saw a white brocade belt standing in front of the horse. Looking at her short and dusty angle, the reddish-brown horsehair blocked the man's face, and only saw a hand resting with a holy aperture. On the horse's head, it seems to be comforting the somewhat restless horse. Amazingly, the horse really became quiet under his caress.
When the horse stopped neighing, the man in white moved slightly and walked around the horse.
She looked at the person who came, and there seemed to be a sea of moonlight and silver light in front of her eyes, and he stepped on the Buddha lotus to bloom one step at a time, every step of the way.
Holy eyes, with a faint smile of compassion, a little red cinnabar on the forehead, if other men put such cinnabar on it, I am afraid it is not charming or charming, but on him, it only gives people a kind of look that can only be viewed from a distance and not obscenity. of holiness.
Chu Qingyan watched the Buddhist boy come to her in clean clothes, lightly opened his lips, and asked with concern, "Female benefactor, can you get up?"
Chu Qingyan was awakened by a startle, and she was embarrassed that she was fascinated by a monk. She comforted herself that everyone has a love for beauty, and even if they are Buddhists, it doesn't hinder people's appreciation.
"Okay." Chu Qingyan didn't care about the dust all over her body and stood up tremblingly. The fright she had just received was still in shock at this time, but she was able to barely stand.
At this stop, Chu Qingyan realized that she had just reached his chest, she was a little depressed, and found that when she came to ancient times, the people she met were much taller than her, whether it was Xiao Xu, her own father, or the one who was only two years older than herself. The old Xiao Ran had to hold his head high if he wanted to talk to them. It seems that it is imperative to grow taller.
But just when she looked up at the person in front of her, the person in front of her had clear facial features and a smile in her eyes, but she looked at herself without sadness or joy.
He is only a young monk of seventeen or eighteen, but he gives people a lofty feeling that he has seen through the world and is clear.
"Master, did you save me just now?" The horse suddenly stopped just now, she guessed that no one else took the shot except for the person in front of her, her voice was grateful, and she looked at him with clear eyes.
"The female benefactor doesn't need to worry about it, the poor monk just happened to pass by and did it smoothly." The monk in white put his hands together on his chest, bent slightly and responded with a smile.
It's not humility or indifference, but with a tone of poor monk's internal affairs, perhaps this calm tone makes people feel at ease for no reason.
In this world, Chu Qingyan believed in Buddhism in the area where Chu Qingyan lived. Every festival, the incense went up constantly. The children didn't feel it, they thought they were just ordinary people in Buddhist robes.
But now that she saw this person, Chu Qingyan knew what a Buddhist scholar was. She felt awe in her heart, and her expression became solemn, "In any case, I would like to thank the master for helping him."
The other party smiled, then nodded to her and said, "The female benefactor is polite. At this moment, the poor monk wants to heal the injured horse first. Please forgive the poor monk not to chat with the female benefactor."
Chu Qingyan waved her hand quickly, "Master, please do it, don't worry about me."
"Amitabha." When the voiceless voice resumed, the monk in white turned to face the horse with his head down, reached into his sleeve, took out a jar of white jade, opened the cork, and sprinkled the medicine powder on the horse's somewhat hideous knife wound. He raised his front hoof in pain, but gradually softened under the gentle comfort of the monk in white.
Only then did Chu Qingyan notice that there was a string of Buddha beads hanging on his wrist. The beads, just because they are worn on him, give people a heavy feeling for no reason.
It's not good to keep staring at people, Chu Qingyan moved his eyes to Ma'er, but when he saw the wound on his head, a trace of self-blame appeared in his heart, if it wasn't for her, Ma'er wouldn't have been hurt.
Xu Shi sensed Chu Qingyan's depressed mood, and the white-robed monk followed the horse's mane and said, "Everything has a cause and effect, and the female benefactor doesn't have to blame herself. peaceful."
Chu Qingyan knew that he was comforting herself, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."
Time seemed to be slowed down by his actions, Chu Qingyan was a little curious, why did such a talented person enter Buddhism
Xu Shi often received attention from others, but the monk in white didn't care, and carefully helped the horse to apply the powder.
The horse raised his head and rubbed lightly on his hand, Chu Qingyan noticed with sharp eyes that the horse seemed to have spirituality, with tears in his eyes and gratitude in his eyes.
Chu Qingyan looked at the monk in white in front of her in astonishment, as if she was used to doing this, and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth was like the lofty beauty of a lotus in a fleeting moment.
At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves roared, and Chu Qingyan turned her head when she heard the sound, only to see a horse in Xuanyi heading in their direction.