That girl really understood her. She had no contempt, no disdain, and no slightest contempt for her. Although she rejected her invitation, she still forgave her. The despairing heart actually showed signs of recovery. It's not that she's not good enough, it's that no one who can truly understand and appreciate her has appeared yet.
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
"Mother..."
Chen Qingyin became more and more curious about that girl. With a trace of indescribable emotions, she ground the paper and copied the handwriting on the reply. After a long time, she found dejectedly that her handwriting was elegant and strange. Although it was good, she could never write that majestic state.
"Madam... Madam..."
"Mother..."
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
The maid gasped for breath and accidentally stopped breathing. After calling her "Madam" a few times, she started coughing. She was speechless for a moment and just shook her hands.
"Madam... Madam..."
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
"Madam... Miss, she... started writing... has been writing for two full hours..."
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
Falun raised his eyes and said, "It turns out it's you. I was scared to death. I thought it was Brother Fahua who came." After saying that, he took a long breath, shushed Hua Zhuo gently, and grabbed the well cable. Hang the bucket up, and then sneakily put the spring water from the well into an urn.
And today, she picked up her pen.
"Wanxiang, Yin'er... But what happened to Yin'er again?"
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
"Mother..."
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
This girl rushed in like this last time and said that Yin'er was hanging by a thread, but she almost scared her to death.
After asking with a smile, Hua Zhuo saw Wei Haoran appear outside the fence and didn't know when he arrived.
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
"Come, let's make tea and eat it quietly."
That girl really understood her. She had no contempt, no disdain, and no slightest contempt for her. Although she rejected her invitation, she still forgave her. The despairing heart actually showed signs of recovery. It's not that she's not good enough, it's that no one who can truly understand and appreciate her has appeared yet.
"Let me tell you a story."
The maid gasped for breath and accidentally stopped breathing. After calling her "Madam" a few times, she started coughing. She was speechless for a moment and just shook her hands.
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
"Stupid, Miss, that's not what you meant." Qiqiao knocked her on the head. "Miss, what you mean is that people's fears come from their own hearts. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Even ghosts will knock on the door. If you are not afraid, how can you be afraid of tigers? We must learn from the scholar to fill our hearts with righteousness and fearlessness. If you are not afraid of tigers, tigers will naturally be afraid of you. Besides, tigers can understand Master Kuyue’s lectures. , we mortals should be afraid, not afraid."
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
"You, you are talking... Oops, useless thing, Buddha incense, help me quickly..."
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
But Hua Zhuo, who didn't know that he had been praised by the Master Jijiu of the Imperial College, had already taken a carriage to visit Foguang Temple again. It was still more than half an hour before the time appointed by the Lord of Wuyang County. She arrived at a well Buddhist house first and did not see Master Kuyue, but she saw the little novice monk Falun secretly drawing water from the well.
"Wanxiang, Yin'er... But what happened to Yin'er again?"
"Pfft... You deserve it..." Baxiu covered her lips and snickered.
Chen Qingyin put down her pen and turned to look at her mother. Her face might still look a little haggard, but compared with the dead-like expression of despair a few days ago, at this time, she had a slight blush on her cheeks. A little angry.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
This is the reserve of a daughter's family.
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
"Wanxiang, Yin'er... But what happened to Yin'er again?"
"Ahem..."
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"You, you are talking... Oops, useless thing, Buddha incense, help me quickly..."
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Madam... Miss, she... started writing... has been writing for two full hours..."
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
Although Chen Qingyin's reputation in Beijing is not good, it is an indisputable fact that she is famous for her talents. She can be recognized in any of her poems, calligraphy, music, and paintings. Among the four, calligraphy is the most exquisite, so Chen Qingyin is the best. Qingyin practiced diligently every day, but since her engagement was annulled, she had never written a pen again. He doesn't pick up a pen, doesn't play the piano, doesn't turn the pages of books, and doesn't play chess. He's like a walking zombie.
"Come, let's make tea and eat it quietly."
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
Seeing the reply that made his daughter lively and cheerful again, Chen Jijiu first admired it. It was rare for a daughter to write such words. After reading it for a long time, Chen Jijiu still felt unsatisfactory. The word made the above evaluation.
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
"Madam... Madam..."
And today, she picked up her pen.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
Although Chen Qingyin's reputation in Beijing is not good, it is an indisputable fact that she is famous for her talents. She can be recognized in any of her poems, calligraphy, music, and paintings. Among the four, calligraphy is the most exquisite, so Chen Qingyin is the best. Qingyin practiced diligently every day, but since her engagement was annulled, she had never written a pen again. He doesn't pick up a pen, doesn't play the piano, doesn't turn the pages of books, and doesn't play chess. He's like a walking zombie.
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
Mrs. Jijiu didn't know whether she was happy or worried, but seeing that her daughter was well and looking much better than the previous days, her eyes suddenly turned red.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
"Mother..."
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
mean
Cross, cross into a tiger
Chen Qingyin put down her pen and turned to look at her mother. Her face might still look a little haggard, but compared with the dead-like expression of despair a few days ago, at this time, she had a slight blush on her cheeks. A little angry.
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
Chen Qingyin became more and more curious about that girl. With a trace of indescribable emotions, she ground the paper and copied the handwriting on the reply. After a long time, she found dejectedly that her handwriting was elegant and strange. Although it was good, she could never write that majestic state.
Cross, cross into a tiger
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
"Let me tell you a story."
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
Wei Haoran turned his head and said: "Not only are there trees, but there are also stones, so what?"
And today, she picked up her pen.
Looking at the worried and frightened expressions of the two girls, Hua Zhuo laughed.
"Ahem..."
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
Hua Zhuo broke into a cold sweat and wanted to ask again, but saw that Falun had already grabbed the water bag and ran away quickly. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the back hill, and was so surprised that two girls, Qiqiao and Baxiu, grabbed her sleeves.
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
Mrs. Jijiu didn't know whether she was happy or worried, but seeing that her daughter was well and looking much better than the previous days, her eyes suddenly turned red.
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
"I'm here to meet Master Kuyue." She explained her purpose.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
"Come, let's make tea and eat it quietly."
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
That girl really understood her. She had no contempt, no disdain, and no slightest contempt for her. Although she rejected her invitation, she still forgave her. The despairing heart actually showed signs of recovery. It's not that she's not good enough, it's that no one who can truly understand and appreciate her has appeared yet.
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
"ah… "
Seeing the reply that made his daughter lively and cheerful again, Chen Jijiu first admired it. It was rare for a daughter to write such words. After reading it for a long time, Chen Jijiu still felt unsatisfactory. The word made the above evaluation.
"Mother..."
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
Hua Zhuo glared at him fiercely, but couldn't say anything else. After all, she couldn't discuss with an outsider who was more unlucky to meet whom between her and Zhuang Zheng. In short, Zhuang Zheng recognized her, and she also recognized Zhuang Zheng. Zheng, how we live in the future has nothing to do with outsiders, and there is no need to say it in a quarrel.
But Hua Zhuo, who didn't know that he had been praised by the Master Jijiu of the Imperial College, had already taken a carriage to visit Foguang Temple again. It was still more than half an hour before the time appointed by the Lord of Wuyang County. She arrived at a well Buddhist house first and did not see Master Kuyue, but she saw the little novice monk Falun secretly drawing water from the well.
"Stupid, Miss, that's not what you meant." Qiqiao knocked her on the head. "Miss, what you mean is that people's fears come from their own hearts. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Even ghosts will knock on the door. If you are not afraid, how can you be afraid of tigers? We must learn from the scholar to fill our hearts with righteousness and fearlessness. If you are not afraid of tigers, tigers will naturally be afraid of you. Besides, tigers can understand Master Kuyue’s lectures. , we mortals should be afraid, not afraid."
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
"Mother..."
"Ahem..."
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
"Madam... Madam..."
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Mother..."
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
After asking with a smile, Hua Zhuo saw Wei Haoran appear outside the fence and didn't know when he arrived.
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Pfft... You deserve it..." Baxiu covered her lips and snickered.
Hua Zhuo broke into a cold sweat and wanted to ask again, but saw that Falun had already grabbed the water bag and ran away quickly. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the back hill, and was so surprised that two girls, Qiqiao and Baxiu, grabbed her sleeves.
Falun raised his eyes and said, "It turns out it's you. I was scared to death. I thought it was Brother Fahua who came." After saying that, he took a long breath, shushed Hua Zhuo gently, and grabbed the well cable. Hang the bucket up, and then sneakily put the spring water from the well into an urn.
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
Seeing the reply that made his daughter lively and cheerful again, Chen Jijiu first admired it. It was rare for a daughter to write such words. After reading it for a long time, Chen Jijiu still felt unsatisfactory. The word made the above evaluation.
"Come, let's make tea and eat it quietly."
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
"Let me tell you a story."
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
"Madam... Miss, she... started writing... has been writing for two full hours..."
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
"I'm here to meet Master Kuyue." She explained her purpose.
Looking at the worried and frightened expressions of the two girls, Hua Zhuo laughed.
mean
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
"Master has to go to the woods at the back of the mountain to transform the two tigers at this time every day. You have to do it yourself." Falun said casually.
Wei Haoran turned his head and said: "Not only are there trees, but there are also stones, so what?"
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
"Master has to go to the woods at the back of the mountain to transform the two tigers at this time every day. You have to do it yourself." Falun said casually.
mean
"You, you are talking... Oops, useless thing, Buddha incense, help me quickly..."
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
"Yes, I was wrong." She sincerely apologized to Wei Haoran, "The Holy Land of Buddhism is sublime and holy. Even the surging river water cannot clean such a dirty body like yours. I shouldn't let you hang the southeast branch here, because That’s too insulting to Nanzhi.”
"Miss... there is a tiger in the back mountain..."
Cross, cross into a tiger
This is the reserve of a daughter's family.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
After asking with a smile, Hua Zhuo saw Wei Haoran appear outside the fence and didn't know when he arrived.
Hua Zhuo broke into a cold sweat and wanted to ask again, but saw that Falun had already grabbed the water bag and ran away quickly. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the back hill, and was so surprised that two girls, Qiqiao and Baxiu, grabbed her sleeves.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
Chen Qingyin became more and more curious about that girl. With a trace of indescribable emotions, she ground the paper and copied the handwriting on the reply. After a long time, she found dejectedly that her handwriting was elegant and strange. Although it was good, she could never write that majestic state.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
"Miss... there is a tiger in the back mountain..."
"Master has to go to the woods at the back of the mountain to transform the two tigers at this time every day. You have to do it yourself." Falun said casually.
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
But Hua Zhuo, who didn't know that he had been praised by the Master Jijiu of the Imperial College, had already taken a carriage to visit Foguang Temple again. It was still more than half an hour before the time appointed by the Lord of Wuyang County. She arrived at a well Buddhist house first and did not see Master Kuyue, but she saw the little novice monk Falun secretly drawing water from the well.
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
"Let me tell you a story."
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
"Pfft... You deserve it..." Baxiu covered her lips and snickered.
Looking at the worried and frightened expressions of the two girls, Hua Zhuo laughed.
This is the reserve of a daughter's family.
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
Hua Zhuo broke into a cold sweat and wanted to ask again, but saw that Falun had already grabbed the water bag and ran away quickly. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the back hill, and was so surprised that two girls, Qiqiao and Baxiu, grabbed her sleeves.
"There used to be a scholar who was upright and would take care of injustices when he saw them. Therefore, some people loved him and some people hated him. One day, a fortune teller said that a tiger came from Nanshan. On a certain day of a certain month, he ate a scholar wearing a green shirt. Those who hated him deceived the scholar to Nanshan on that day and deliberately wetted the scholar's clothes, leaving behind a set of green shirts. The scholar changed into a green shirt. People who loved him advised him to change into the green shirt, otherwise he would be eaten by the tiger. The scholar said, I have righteousness in my chest and awe-inspiring majesty. When a tiger encounters me, it will only run away with its tail between its legs. His words have not yet been spoken. After that, a roar of a tiger came from Nanshan, and everyone was scared away. Only the scholar was fearless. The tiger rushed down from the mountain, glanced at the scholar from a distance, and left. From then on, all the people, Whether they are those who love scholars or those who hate scholars, they all respect scholars."
"Miss... there is a tiger in the back mountain..."
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
"Madam... Miss, she... started writing... has been writing for two full hours..."
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
This is the reserve of a daughter's family.
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
This girl rushed in like this last time and said that Yin'er was hanging by a thread, but she almost scared her to death.
"Madam... Madam..."
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
"Stupid, Miss, that's not what you meant." Qiqiao knocked her on the head. "Miss, what you mean is that people's fears come from their own hearts. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Even ghosts will knock on the door. If you are not afraid, how can you be afraid of tigers? We must learn from the scholar to fill our hearts with righteousness and fearlessness. If you are not afraid of tigers, tigers will naturally be afraid of you. Besides, tigers can understand Master Kuyue’s lectures. , we mortals should be afraid, not afraid."
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
Looking at the worried and frightened expressions of the two girls, Hua Zhuo laughed.
"Let me tell you a story."
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
"Yes, I was wrong." She sincerely apologized to Wei Haoran, "The Holy Land of Buddhism is sublime and holy. Even the surging river water cannot clean such a dirty body like yours. I shouldn't let you hang the southeast branch here, because That’s too insulting to Nanzhi.”
"Yin'er... My son, you are so well..."
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
Hua Zhuo laughed and asked, "Baxiu, have you ever done anything bad?"
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"Let me tell you a story."
"Ahem..."
Falun raised his eyes and said, "It turns out it's you. I was scared to death. I thought it was Brother Fahua who came." After saying that, he took a long breath, shushed Hua Zhuo gently, and grabbed the well cable. Hang the bucket up, and then sneakily put the spring water from the well into an urn.
After asking with a smile, Hua Zhuo saw Wei Haoran appear outside the fence and didn't know when he arrived.
"Miss... there is a tiger in the back mountain..."
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
Cross, cross into a tiger
After asking with a smile, Hua Zhuo saw Wei Haoran appear outside the fence and didn't know when he arrived.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
"Pfft... You deserve it..." Baxiu covered her lips and snickered.
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
Hua Zhuo looked at him and said calmly: "Did you see the tree over there?"
"Madam... Madam..."
"Mother..."
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
"Madam... Miss, she... started writing... has been writing for two full hours..."
Wei Haoran turned his head and said: "Not only are there trees, but there are also stones, so what?"
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"Master has to go to the woods at the back of the mountain to transform the two tigers at this time every day. You have to do it yourself." Falun said casually.
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
After rubbing her eyes and then rubbing her eyes, Mrs. Lijiu was stunned. The girl named Wanxiang came after her breathlessly again. This time she was finally able to speak.
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
mean
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
She slowly knelt down, and the tears that she could not shed were like a river bursting its embankment. Mrs. Jijiu hugged her mother and daughter and cried loudly.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
And today, she picked up her pen.
Chen Qingyin put down her pen and turned to look at her mother. Her face might still look a little haggard, but compared with the dead-like expression of despair a few days ago, at this time, she had a slight blush on her cheeks. A little angry.
Mrs. Jijiu didn't know whether she was happy or worried, but seeing that her daughter was well and looking much better than the previous days, her eyes suddenly turned red.
"Let me tell you a story."
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"I'm here to meet Master Kuyue." She explained her purpose.
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
Protect everything she has in this life, even if it burns herself, she will not be afraid.
"Take off your belt, hang it on a tree, tie it with a knot, put it around your neck, and kick the stone away. By then, let alone you, even the true Buddha will have eliminated all worries in his heart and will be fearless. .”
mean
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
"Pfft... You deserve it..." Baxiu covered her lips and snickered.
This girl rushed in like this last time and said that Yin'er was hanging by a thread, but she almost scared her to death.
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
Afterwards, when Chen Jijiu returned home, he saw mother and daughter sitting in the room talking and laughing. He almost thought that he had been too worried these days and was in a trance and had gone to the wrong house.
mean
"My child is unfilial, and my mother has been worried these days."
Hua Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The water in the cold spring was hard to find, yet he was stealing water here. Looking at this situation, he probably had to steal it once or twice.
"Come, let's make tea and eat it quietly."
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
"Mother..."
Hua Zhuo glared at him fiercely, but couldn't say anything else. After all, she couldn't discuss with an outsider who was more unlucky to meet whom between her and Zhuang Zheng. In short, Zhuang Zheng recognized her, and she also recognized Zhuang Zheng. Zheng, how we live in the future has nothing to do with outsiders, and there is no need to say it in a quarrel.
Wei Haoran was stunned for a moment and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you are getting more and more mean. I just asked you a question. You actually asked me to hang the southeast branch. You really have the most poisonous heart in the world..." After saying that, he patted her again. Thigh, mockingly said: "Should I still thank you for finding me such a noble and holy place? If I were asked to hang the southeastern branches in the mass graves outside the city, even the Second Young Master Yan Kuangyan would not be able to compare. At least he still has a cup of tea, and I don’t even have a broken rope, so I have to untie my belt.”
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
"Little Master Falun, what are you doing?" Hua Zhuo couldn't help but want to laugh.
"B-but..." Baxiu was still a little trembling. A tiger is always a tiger. Does it mean that if he understands the scriptures, he should become a vegetarian
And today, she picked up her pen.
"Yes, I was wrong." She sincerely apologized to Wei Haoran, "The Holy Land of Buddhism is sublime and holy. Even the surging river water cannot clean such a dirty body like yours. I shouldn't let you hang the southeast branch here, because That’s too insulting to Nanzhi.”
Hua Zhuo never thought that one day he would use such a word.
"Ahem..."
Since she was said to be mean, she had to let this eccentric young man who never had a nice word know what true meanness meant.
And today, she picked up her pen.
The maid burst into the room of Mrs. Jiujiu out of breath, which frightened Mrs. Jiujiu so much that her face turned pale.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
The wine-offering lady couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly supported her daughter and rushed to her daughter's embroidered pavilion. Along the way, she only thought of Amitabha in her heart. The moment she crossed the threshold of the embroidered pavilion, she almost stumbled. Fortunately, the maid holding her had the strength in her hands to hold her in time. When the wine-offering lady raised her eyes anxiously, she saw her daughter standing there. In front of the writing desk, holding a pen in hand, writing something on the paper over and over again.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Stupid, Miss, that's not what you meant." Qiqiao knocked her on the head. "Miss, what you mean is that people's fears come from their own hearts. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Even ghosts will knock on the door. If you are not afraid, how can you be afraid of tigers? We must learn from the scholar to fill our hearts with righteousness and fearlessness. If you are not afraid of tigers, tigers will naturally be afraid of you. Besides, tigers can understand Master Kuyue’s lectures. , we mortals should be afraid, not afraid."
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
Cross, cross into a tiger
"I'm beginning to sympathize with my cousin... Amitabha, Buddha, please bless him..." Wei Haoran showed his poisonous tongue without hesitation.
"I'm here to meet Master Kuyue." She explained her purpose.
"Ahem..."
She coughed lightly, and the little Falun novice jumped up in shock. He threw the bucket into the well, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. When he listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture that she couldn't quite understand.
In the story, the scholar said that he had righteousness and majesty in his heart, so he would avoid the tiger when he saw it, but she had faith in her heart, no matter how difficult the future was, even if there was a vicious tiger blocking her way, she would still move forward.
Looking at the worried and frightened expressions of the two girls, Hua Zhuo laughed.
Hua Zhuo glared at him fiercely, but couldn't say anything else. After all, she couldn't discuss with an outsider who was more unlucky to meet whom between her and Zhuang Zheng. In short, Zhuang Zheng recognized her, and she also recognized Zhuang Zheng. Zheng, how we live in the future has nothing to do with outsiders, and there is no need to say it in a quarrel.
But Hua Zhuo, who didn't know that he had been praised by the Master Jijiu of the Imperial College, had already taken a carriage to visit Foguang Temple again. It was still more than half an hour before the time appointed by the Lord of Wuyang County. She arrived at a well Buddhist house first and did not see Master Kuyue, but she saw the little novice monk Falun secretly drawing water from the well.
"Madam... Madam..."
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
This is the reserve of a daughter's family.
Chen Qingyin put down her pen and turned to look at her mother. Her face might still look a little haggard, but compared with the dead-like expression of despair a few days ago, at this time, she had a slight blush on her cheeks. A little angry.
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
So she passed Wei Haoran expressionlessly and winked at Qiqiao. A personal girl is a personal girl, and she is considerate at all times, so Qiqiao followed her, and as if by accident, she stepped on Wei Haoran's toes and twisted them twice, hard.
"There's no worries, no fear." He still had that sinister look on his face, squinting his eyes with a smile-or-not-smile expression, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Hua, are you really not afraid of anything? There are three Buddhas A thousand worries, why are you fearless?"
"Madam... Madam..."
"ah… "
"It's not that you don't have enough calligraphy skills, but that you don't have enough ambition..."
And today, she picked up her pen.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
Hua Zhuo said very seriously, her expression was very serious, and she was definitely not joking at all. In the reply she wrote to Ms. Chen, "There is great terror between life and death." It was not her nonsense, but she really knew that at that moment, the world turned into silence. When she opened her eyes again and saw When I arrived in this world, all the fear and panic turned into a wave of faith.
"Of course not." Baxiu puffed up his chest.
"Miss, we are not scholars. If a tiger sees us, it will definitely take us away." Baxiu obviously did not understand the meaning of this story.
"Miss... there is a tiger in the back mountain..."
Although Chen Qingyin's reputation in Beijing is not good, it is an indisputable fact that she is famous for her talents. She can be recognized in any of her poems, calligraphy, music, and paintings. Among the four, calligraphy is the most exquisite, so Chen Qingyin is the best. Qingyin practiced diligently every day, but since her engagement was annulled, she had never written a pen again. He doesn't pick up a pen, doesn't play the piano, doesn't turn the pages of books, and doesn't play chess. He's like a walking zombie.