The next day.
When we woke up in the morning, there was a thick haze, everything was gray and humid, and the pattering rain not only did not abate, but intensified.
Early in the morning, Ge Shu Wuluan left the palace in the rain and headed to Hanshan Temple.
Because Hanshan Temple was a place for nuns to practice pure cultivation, she deliberately changed into a set of women's clothes for convenience, and ordered Lei to follow her as the empress ordered.
Yesterday, it wasn't until she left the concubine's bedroom that she suddenly remembered that Princess Jiule had also devoted herself to this temple. Thinking of the eldest prince's questions, she felt filled with panic. It was because of her that the princess fell into this situation. .
Stopping in front of the temple gate, I looked at the closed brown door with slightly furrowed brows. I felt it was difficult to walk. I really don’t know what Princess Jiule would say if she happened to meet her.
Xia Xuefenglei, who was holding an umbrella for the woman at the side, saw her stop and lost her mind, and asked in confusion: "Sir, isn't it here?"
Brother Shu Wuluan slowly came back to his senses, steeled himself, and said: "This is it. However, this temple is full of female nuns. If you, a grown man, go in, you will be inconvenienced, so you should wait for me at the door." "
The man responded respectfully: "Yes."
After saying that, he handed the other oil umbrella in his hand to the woman.
Brother Shu Wuluan held up his umbrella and stepped up the steps lightly. Several knocks on the door sounded loudly. After a while, a nun in a raincoat opened the door.
The woman whispered to her for a moment, then the nun clasped her hands and Shiran gave way to the road. The sound of the door closing was drowned in the rain and mist. The man patiently stopped at the door and waited for the woman.
As soon as you enter the temple gate, you will see a slightly old building. Facing you is a quaint main hall, standing upright in the haze. There is a tall tower in the distance on one side of the main hall, hidden under the rain and fog, misty. It's so far away that it's hard to see.
The muddy corridors on both sides of the main hall, which have been soaked by rain, lead to the apse.
Following the nun's guidance, Geshu Wuluanman walked on the gravel road. The rainwater fell to the ground and splashed mud particles. He jumped on her boots, making her already dirty boots even more messy. .
After a while, the nun stopped in front of a side room, clasped her hands together again, and said, "Donor, this is it. Waning Moon is doing morning lessons in there."
Although Pei Junxue was a Qing cultivator, she was still a person who had left the mortal world. Therefore, the abbot must have changed her lay name for her.
Thinking about it, Brother Shu Wuluan hurriedly raised his hand with one hand and said in return: "Thank you so much, master."
"The poor nun excuses himself." After saying that, the female nun turned around and walked away.
The woman turned around and looked at the closed mottled door. She took a few steps closer, put away the paper umbrella and placed it beside the door. She stepped forward and knocked on the door lightly.
The very regular sound of wooden fish in the room never stopped, and a soft voice came out vaguely, "Please come in."
Hearing this, Brother Shu Wuluan slowly opened the door, stamped the mud on his feet, and stepped in.
As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the subtle scent of sandalwood, which was elegant and refreshing.
He turned around and closed the door gently, then turned his head and glanced around the room. He felt that the inner room in front of him was very simple and unusual. The hanging curtains on both sides blocked his sight. He must have been sleeping inside.
Directly opposite there was a Buddha statue, a few sticks of incense were inserted into the incense burner, and green smoke was slowly floating in the air.
On a futon under the Buddha statue, a woman in monk's robes knelt quietly on it, twisting Buddhist beads in one hand and a wooden mallet in the other, tapping the wooden fish drum.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
Accompanied by the slow sound of the wooden fish, Ge Shu Wuluan cast his gaze on the woman's head, and saw three thousand green silk hair tied into a high bun, fixed on the top of her head with a wooden hairpin.
Suddenly I remembered her Dharma name, the waning moon was waning, and it was so incomplete that it was difficult to complete it. If so, why was it that she only practiced with her hair instead of truly escaping into Buddhism? Could it be that she still had unfinished earthly fate
Just as she was lost in thought, she heard the woman with her back turned to her suddenly say something. Her voice was as indifferent as still water, without any fluctuations, "Go back and tell him that you don't have to send you to visit the poor nuns all the time. Waning Yue is a heartbroken person. I just want to ask for help." Quietly worship the Buddha and end your remaining life."
Hearing this, Brother Shu Wuluan was slightly surprised. The person she mentioned must be Zhu Junhao.
I really didn't expect that Zhu Junhao would often send people to visit her. If he didn't have a caring heart, how could he be like this
It seems that the queen's prediction is not bad. If the relationship between the two can be repaired, then the matter of raising disaster funds will be a matter of course.
The silence behind her made Zan Yue pause in her movements, slowly put down the gavel, and turned around to check. It didn't matter that she looked back, and she was stunned to sit down on the futon.
Cangyue focused her gaze on the woman's face, but her complexion was turning white every inch, and her eyes were like dry wells.
The moment Can Yue turned around, Ge Shu Wu Luan also saw her face clearly. It was a beautiful and otherworldly face. Her face was as white as snow without any traces of time. She did not look like a woman who was nearly forty years old. people? Just a pair of eyes showing a little bit of vicissitudes of life.
There is a hint of strength and unyielding in her gentle face. Unlike Pei An's kind-hearted look, she is full of loyalty. From this, it is difficult to regard them as a pair of siblings, but more like strangers. Passersby.
Wearing a simple blue-grey monk's robe, it can't hide his fragrant bones!
Seeing her collapsed on the futon, Brother Shu Wuluan quickly came to his senses and took two steps closer to help her up.
Unexpectedly, Canyue excitedly grabbed the woman's outstretched palm, held it tightly in her hand, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "You... who are you?"
Looking at her inexplicably surprised eyes, Brother Shu Wuluan was slightly surprised and said in a manly voice: "I am the female official of the inner palace, Brother Shu Wuluan of the Marquis of Jinyi."
Even if you are a Buddhist who has isolated yourself from the world of mortals, you will not be unfamiliar with the title of 'Marquis of Jinyi', right
I saw Can Yue looking at the woman with strange eyes, tightening the palm that held her bare hand, wishing that she could rub it into the bones and blood, smiled in a daze, and murmured: "Brother Jinyihou Shu Wuluan? So you... are Jinyi Hou."
His hands were so painful from her grip that he frowned and nodded. Although he didn't understand her inexplicable and abnormal mood at the moment, he had no intention of getting entangled in it. He just said in a leisurely manner: "I'm here to bother Can Yue this time." The master's retreat is for a major matter that is important to people's livelihood. Heavy rains have fallen, floods have occurred, and the people have been temporarily displaced and miserable. If we can successfully raise disaster funds, I hope that the master can help!"
Although these words were straight to the point, they still did not explain it completely. After all, she was a woman who had not left the government, and some words would be a bit abrupt if she said it hastily. However, although Cangyue is full of weakness, she can't hide her humility. I think she will understand what she means.
Cangyue stared at the woman's solemn face, knowing that she was here to be a lobbyist, and also knew what she meant by "helping her out" in her words. Looking at the world, there was only one person who was as rich as the enemy, and the one who hurt her the most. The man who made her heartbroken...
Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly and said, "How can a poor nun help you if he has nothing to offer? I'm afraid the lady official is a trustworthy person."
After saying that, Mao Ruo reluctantly let go of the woman's hands, struggled to stand up, and staggered into the bed.
This answer made Brother Shu Wuluan speechless. He concentrated for a moment and hurriedly followed in. As soon as he settled down to go to bed, he felt the fragrance of hundreds of fruits, and bursts of sweetness hit his heart and mind.
Looking around, I saw a bamboo basket full of fruits on the rattan table, including apples, pears, grapes, loquats, apricots, berries, mangosteens, peaches... no less than a dozen varieties.
Sitting on the side of the rattan table, spinning quietly, Zangyue saw the woman looking at the fruits on the table absentmindedly, and suddenly smiled softly, "After chatting for a long time, I think you are a little thirsty, so you might as well eat some fruits to moisten your throat. "
As he said that, he quickly put down the shuttle in his hand, glanced at all kinds of fruits with lowered eyebrows, and suddenly locked his eyes on one place. He picked up a mangosteen and handed it forward lightly.
After a long journey and talking for a while, she was indeed a little thirsty. For Shu Wuluan, who has always been immune to all kinds of fruits, this was undoubtedly an attraction.
However, she just looked at it, but did not take it.
Seeing this, Canyue's voice became more urgent, "Is it not to your taste? Otherwise, change it to something else..." After saying that, he turned around to change it to fragrant pears.
Seeing that she turned her back and was busy changing the fruits, for some reason, brother Shu Wuluan was afraid that she would misunderstand that she was picky, so he promptly explained: "No, it's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that I've always been very fond of it. If you are allergic to mangosteen, you will get a rash when you eat it.”
The allergy to mangosteen was not something she deliberately made up, but it was indeed a fact. I still remember that when she first entered the inner palace, there was a rare fruit tribute. The empress knew that she loved to eat fruits, so she rewarded her with a full cup. However, she only ate one of the mangosteens in the basket, and she broke out in rashes all over her body. The itching lasted for half a month before it went away. Although she was puzzled about this at the time, she didn't care about it, but since then she has become more interested in fruits like mangosteens. , she only dared to watch from a distance, but she no longer dared to be greedy.
Her answer made Canyue's back suddenly stiffen, and the mangosteen in her hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound without holding it tightly for a moment.
Cangyue stood there with her back to her, not moving, letting the mangosteen roll further and further away from her feet.
The atmosphere was a bit dull and depressing for a while.
Brother Shu Wuluan took a few steps forward, picked up the mangosteens on the ground, put them back in the basket, walked to her side, frowned at her sideways, and said solemnly: "I know, I am not qualified as a junior at all. Preaching in front of the master. However, I have to say a few words. Time flies and flies by. If some things are allowed to pass by, there is no guarantee that you will not regret it for life! You will suffer for others and yourself, and you will suffer. Why bother? As for that person... I know that the master doesn't want to mention the old things in the world of mortals, so I won't mention his name, just to make the master unhappy. I don't know what the reason is for the master to be separated from him. It’s clear who is right and who is wrong, even if it is that person’s fault, but after many years, no matter how much hatred there is, it will fade away. If you persist in the entanglement, I am afraid that only regret will be left in the future... "
At this point, the woman paused and noticed that Canyue's face was gradually turning pale. She narrowed her eyes and continued: "What's more, he has not married for so many years and often sends people to visit the master. Isn't it because he has difficulty letting go of the master? Couldn't Master give him another chance? This opportunity is for him, Master himself, and thousands of disaster victims... "
Just when she was halfway through her words, she heard Canyue cry out in pain, "Stop talking!"
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