Ninety-second bowl of soup (nine)
In broad daylight and in public, the two of them talked to each other, and every word they said was familiar to each other, but when they were put together, it made people wonder why.
Why is Master Yunhai so humble towards a young girl, or a young girl raised in the countryside? Even if he met the emperor, he would not be like this, why did the girl from Qi's family call you out, and the other party just clasped his hands together in return, but he was afraid to accept it
This girl from the Qi family... What is the origin
Not to mention the empress and the officials, even brothers Qi Ke, Qi Che and the Zhao family couldn't figure out what was going on. They only know that Master Yunhai once said that Qing Huan's fate is incomparably noble, and they must treat her with respect and kindness, but how could Master Yunhai, a highly respected monk, look like this when he saw her
Regarding Qing Huan's words, Master Yunhai was silent for a few seconds and said: "... I am stupid, please give me some advice."
Qing Huan stood up from the ground, still smiling: "You can figure it out because I allowed you to figure it out, otherwise what do you think?"
"you… "
"My name is Qing Huan."
"So, you really are—" Master Yunhai showed surprise on his face, "My little monk always thought that this was just a legend."
"I want to know something, and I need you to tell me yourself." Qing Huan stared at Master Yunhai, "Give me your secret."
"Yes." Master Yunhai bowed deeply again, "This is your request, it is also his order, and it is also the responsibility of the monk's inheritance. Please walk with the monk, and the monk will definitely tell the whole story."
Qing Huan nodded, Master Yun Hai respectfully led her way, after walking for two steps Qing Huan suddenly stopped, and said to Master Yun Hai: "That person, you can meet her."
It refers to Yu Sisi.
Master Yunhai glanced at it, and said: "The cheekbones are raised, and the Yintang is sunken. You will be unlucky, and you will be lonely all your life."
It is exactly the same as what Qing Huan said before! Master Yunhai seldom meets people, but once he does, he will never make a mistake. When Yu Sisi heard it, she was so stimulated that she almost fainted, but she couldn't say a word. Even the other people have expressions of astonishment, when... Master Yunhai's face-to-face meeting, which is so hard to find, has become a casual request of a girl? Then what are they who were struggling to see the master before
"Qing Huan!"
Hearing a shrill cry, Qing Huan looked back, and Zhao's eyes were filled with tears: "Don't go... don't leave mother... don't go... mother has missed you for a long time, if you leave, what will mother do?" ?”
Brothers Qi Ke and Qi Che supported her respectively. If it wasn't for the two brothers, Mrs. Zhao would have rushed forward to hold Qing Huan and prevent her from leaving. Everyone stared at this scene dumbfounded. This girl is the first person who can make Master Yunhai respectful, so who is she? Why is she here? What on earth is she...? Everyone wants to know these questions, but unfortunately no one dares to ask them, nor can they ask them. People who only know that even Master Yunhai is in awe, to them, they are probably like gods and Buddhas.
Master Yunhai is over a hundred years old, and he devotes all his heart to Buddha. Everyone says that he is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and he will surely achieve positive results in the future. Even the emperor respects him very much when he sees him. But today he calls himself a little monk to a young girl, which is really puzzling. All I know is that when looking at Qing Huan again, no one dared to look down on her.
"Miss Qi..." The prince stepped forward involuntarily, "Where are you going?"
"His Royal Highness, you and I are not destined."
she said lightly.
Master Yunhai sighed softly: "Everyone in the world believes in ghosts and gods, but they don't know about the existence of gods, isn't it ridiculous? Isn't it pitiful?"
After finishing speaking, he and Qing Huan turned into a ray of light and disappeared in front of everyone.
Just like when it came, it floated in and out, leaving no trace.
Mrs. Zhao burst into tears, and everyone else was also stunned on the spot. Someone said: "The gods descended to earth! Is it the gods descending to earth?!"
Kneeling up to the sky, even the emperor didn't feel his knees softened. Now that I think about it, that girl is full of immortality, noble and unsurpassed, no wonder... I just wanted to play tricks in front of the gods... Thinking of this, the emperor's face turned red quietly, I hope the gods don't blame, don't blame!
Qing Huan took the old monk to a beautiful mountain peak, and the two sat on the ground before she asked: "Now you can talk, tell me earlier, I have to go back."
"Yes." Master Yunhai replied, "You should be able to tell that the little monk has passed away for a long time..."
"I know. It is said that Master Yunhai lives a hundred years old, but this year should be more than a hundred years old. In addition, you have not shown up in recent years, and you only took the initiative to meet with the people in the Duke's Mansion a few days before the Hundred Flowers Banquet. Already dead, what remains in this world is only one breath, and it is truly dead when you swallow this breath."
Master Yunhai sighed softly: "Young monk is no longer a person in the world. The reason why I took a sigh of relief is because I have not yet fulfilled my responsibilities. I have long known that one day, you will appear and ask this little monk for an answer to a question."
Qing Huan looked into the distance, they were sitting on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the gentle wind, because the mountain was too high, at a glance, the villages and towns below the mountain were as small as ants. The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, and being in them is like being in a fairyland. "Everyone in the world wants to live forever, do you think so?"
"Young monk is also a mortal, so I naturally think about it too." Master Yunhai laughed. "It's just life and death. If you have to die, I won't force it."
"But there are always people who insist."
"That one... found the way of longevity, but he didn't live forever. Because he knew that after you left, longevity is just a long pain." Master Yunhai chanted the Buddha's name, "I am not talented, I only guard one inch of my heart , now that you have come to this world, I will return this thing to you."
As he spoke, he took off a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, took off the darkest one, and handed it to Qing Huan.
"This is inherited from the little monk and the previous eminent monks in this temple, and it is waiting to be returned to you one day."
Qing Huan took the beads over, a small one, round and fragrant, she held it in her palm and played with it for a while, her expression didn't change much, "Since the things have been given to me, you can go."
Master Yunhai clasped his hands together, slowly lowered his head, and did not move any more.
Qing Huan spread out her palms and looked at it for a moment. The Buddhist bead could not speak or move, it just perched quietly in her palm, and occasionally, when the wind blew, it whirled lightly in her palm. Her thoughts suddenly flew to far, far places. Sometimes she felt that she was too old, and she could hardly remember what she had experienced. It was as if she never understood why those ghosts in the Wangchuan River who had lost their sanity and struggled endlessly refused to let go.
If you let go, you will be born again.
Why not
Qing Huan sighed, as if talking to Feng: "If this is your wish."
Then, she disappeared in the strong wind.
Master Yunhai is an eminent monk of Guo'an Temple, at the age of a hundred years, he should have passed away a long time ago, but because he has survived until now, if Qing Huan hadn't appeared, he would still have waited. But according to the theory of fortune, there is a destiny in the dark, and the one who predicts that she will appear when Yunhai is alive, Yunhai dare not die. He took the Buddhist bead and waited quietly in the meditation room, because his body could not support a long journey, and he couldn't go to the place where she appeared to find her, so he could only wait for her to meet in Beijing.
Now that he has completed the tasks passed down by the previous eminent monks of Guo'an Temple, he is also satisfied with his last breath.
Qing Huan sent the relics transformed by Yunhai back to Guo'an Temple, and the monks would naturally enshrine them well, so she didn't need to worry about this. Before leaving here, she still needs to meet Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao thought her daughter would never come back, so after returning from the palace, she wept in Qing Huan's boudoir, holding the longevity lock prepared for her daughter in her hand, and tears wet the front of her clothes drop by drop.
"Mother, what's the matter, do you cry secretly when I'm not around?"
Hearing this familiar voice, it seemed like a lifetime away. Zhao raised her head obsessively, and saw Qing Huan smiling at her with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe it was real, so she didn't even dare to blink. "My son..."
Qing Huan took her hand, "Don't cry, if you make you cry, won't outsiders say I'm unfilial?"
Mrs. Zhao shook her head desperately, and asked, "Is my son a fairy?"
Qing Huan chuckled: "No."
"That's good, that's good..." Mrs. Zhao didn't do it when everyone bowed down. She couldn't believe that the daughter she found was actually a fairy. What does fairy mean? Immortals mean that they have nothing to do with mortals, and they have no emotions or desires.
But Qing Huan's next sentence made her sad instantly: "But I still have to leave here. I am very happy to be with you these few days."
Mrs. Zhao grabbed her hand, "Don't go...don't leave mother behind..." Intellectually, she knew that Qing Huan was not her own daughter, but emotionally she had placed all her trust in Qing Huan. Huan is her daughter.
Qing Huan said softly: "Some memories are certainly happy, but they can also be sad if they exist for a long time. Rather than being irretrievable, it's better to just forget them, don't you think?"
Seeing that Zhao's face was blank, she knew that the other party didn't understand, so she didn't say anything more, just smiled, and tapped Zhao's eyebrows—her daughter was dead, but her husband and son were still alive, Blindly immersed in the pain of loss, Zhao will never be happy.
No one remembers that a fairy once appeared at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, just like no one remembers that there is a big girl in the Duke's Mansion. They only know that Qi Mei, the eldest girl in the Duke's Mansion, is sick and her hair is gone and her scalp is rotten. The ancestors called the shots and sent them to the family temple. Later, Qi Ke, the eldest son of Dafang, made a good relationship with the new emperor, and surpassed the other two to seize the title. And the girl from the prime minister's mansion married a talented young man, and after a few years of harmony between the husband and wife, but after the prime minister passed away, her husband welcomed one concubine after another into the house, and the child she finally conceived disappeared. , just left the rest of my life, lonely.
It was exactly that assertion.