The second sister-in-law smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing, isn't this also going down? I'll rest a little longer, no, when I go down the mountain, I will call the sedan chair again!"
"You have to really want it, write it down, otherwise, you are the only one who suffers, and others can't replace you!" Dingxiang said, knowing that her master is a soft temper.
Er Yi Niang smiled and said yes, and then raised her eyes to look at Zuojin, and said casually: "However, this way, the scenery is really good, and it is not in vain to suffer the crime of this way!"
Yes, the scenery is really good.
The mountains are full of pines and cypresses, among the peach blossoms that are full of eyes, mixed with this green, new, nascent green, which makes people feel prosperous. The sun has already risen high and shines through the gap between the trees. , Sprinkled on people, it feels warm, and thereafter, it gets warmer every day, and the weather gets better day by day. There is a breeze, and the wind chimes hanging on the temples of the temples jingle. It’s crisp, let people hear, and feel refreshed...
When Liu Qiqiao and Shen Xiurong walked to the gate of the temple, Shen Yunong had asked Aping to open the gate of the temple, and there was a welcoming monk inside to receive them. This Yunchan Temple looks like the gate is not big, but there is a lot inside. Qiankun, there is a large courtyard in the back mountain, which is dedicated to the good men and women who come down to make a wish.
Aping said to the monk in charge of the temple that there were two carts in the middle of the mountain. They were delivered by the Shen family. There were food and supplies. The monks were busy asking the little monks to help them fetch them. The welcoming monk got busy, and invited the people from the Shen family to the temple.
Mrs. Shen led the female relatives to worship the gods and Buddhas first. Shen Yunong was talking with the abbot of the reception temple.
After Liu Qiqiao and Shen Xiurong entered the temple gate, they caught up with Mrs. Shen and the others, and knelt down on the futon arranged by the monks in the temple. After worshiping the Buddha and Bodhisattva, Mrs. Shen and all the female relatives were invited to the back mountain. In the resting place, you can also walk around at will and watch a peach blossom forest behind the mountain.
And Shen Xiurong took Liu Qiqiao's hand and pulled her to the side hall next to the main hall in front. There was an altar on which was placed a salamander and the like.
"That's it, come, let's draw lots!" Shen Xiurong said, pulling Liu Qiqiao to the side of the offering table, meeting one side, and an old monk with a good eyebrow said: "Master, we want to ask for a lottery!" After finishing talking, he took out a purse from his clothes, took out two silver ingots, and handed it to the old monk.
The old monk smiled and pushed the lottery over: "Take it!"
Shen Xiurong took it and said to Liu Qiqiao: "I'll come first, you learn!"
Liu Qiqiao nodded.
She watched that Shen Xiurong no longer smiled, instead she raised her face reverently and knelt down before the altar.
She knocked her head first, then she sat up, holding the swatch in her hand, closed her eyes, and shook it carefully.
Huh, the bamboo stick in the scoop shook for a while.
More vigorously, "Pop!", with the sound, a bamboo stick dropped onto the ground.
The old monk opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the Shen family's eldest lady, carefully holding the sign.
Shen Xiurong picked up the sign and saw it, there was a pair of crystal beads painted on it, and a sentence was written on it: "Return your Mingzhu to tears, and hate if you meet when you are not married."
Shen Xiurong was stunned. She knew that she couldn't understand the literal meaning. While she was bored, she picked it up, walked to the old monk, and handed over the sign, "Master, is this sign signed or What about signing?"
The old monk took it and turned it over with a smile, "The donor himself can see that there is a flat word behind this, it means winning!"
Shen Xiurong asked strangely: "Is that good? Or not?"
The old monk smiled and said, "What should the girl ask first? The future is still marriage, huh..."
Shen Xiurong blushed for a moment and whispered: "If it is a good sign, I will ask about marriage!" This child.
The old monk smiled and said: "The meaning of this sign is not good or bad. If you ask about marriage, you have to do everything. Seeing the meaning of the poem, the girl thinks it!"
"What is this bead?" Shen Xiurong said, inadvertently remembering the fragrant beads she got in Yunshang Square a few days ago, she felt a little blessed: "Could it be that my marriage has something to do with the beads?"
But the old monk laughed silently, "Ask for a lottery is not about a god. In fact, the person you ask for is in your heart, and the person you get back is also in your heart. The so-called wise man sees wisdom, and the benevolent sees benevolence, that's it!
Hao Xuan, Shen Xiurong pursed her lips, turned her head, and said to Liu Qiqiao: "Qiqiao, I'm begging for it, it's you!"
Liu Qiqiao knelt down while holding the picket. First, he learned the way of Shen Xiurong. He bowed and said a few words to the Buddha. Then, he shook the picket in his hand.
Originally, she was just holding Shen Xiurong with a playful mentality. I don't know why, listening to the bamboo stick crackling in the pick-up tube, she was nervous and a little worried.
Could it be that the one who asks will get the answer here
She was so anxious, but she heard a "pop!"
Her signature also fell out.
She opened her eyes, a little panicked, while Shen Xiurong smiled: "Qiqiao, okay, come and ask for a sign!"
Liu Qiqiao put down the lottery, picked up the lottery carefully, and walked to the altar table. Shen Xiurong tilted her head, leaned over, and took a closer look with her. This side is also a simple "flat" character. It's not, it's not. The sign was not signed, not signed, not signed, it means good or bad, Shen Xiurong pouted dissatisfiedly: "It's flat again!"
"Look at that side, look at that side!" Shen Xiurong called.
Liu Qiqiao turned over.
This one is simpler, just a lotus leaf, a half-opened lotus.
The verse is only seven words: life experience ups and downs, rain and beat Ping!
"What does this mean?" Shen Xiurong asked strangely.
Liu Qiqiao handed the sign to the old monk.
The old monk saw her tender face, which was about the same age as Shen Xiurong, and he smiled and said, "Are you asking about marriage?"
No, Liu Qiqiao shook his head, "No, I ask my future!"
The old monk opened his eyes and glanced at her, then smiled and said: "You are so awkward, and you will have a lot of setbacks from now on. This poem, if you ask about your future, you really don't get a sign! If not, you can ask another question?"
Liu Qiqiao shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, thank you, master, I know, in fact, this is quite accurate, and I feel like a duckweed leaf, without roots and links..."
The old monk nodded: "It’s good for the donor to figure it out. In fact, the sign has its own meaning, but we have to give it a forced explanation. In fact, it is not necessary. It is just a comfort to yourself. Do whatever you want, sign the spirit, in fact, as long as you know it by yourself, you have to understand the mystery in it according to each person's roots of wisdom."
Shen Xiurong heard the clouds and mists, thinking that the old monk was playing mystery, but in the temples, it was too difficult to ignore, so she said politely: "So, thank you, Master!" After finishing speaking, she took Liu Qiqiao out.
When I walked to the corner, I couldn't see the altar there anymore, and the old monk couldn't hear it anymore. Then she said, "Don't listen to him. I think he said it deliberately. We asked for everything. It's good!"
Liu Qiqiao is not so optimistic. She thinks of the duckweed painted on the lottery. Recently, she has always been helplessly thinking of her own circumstances for more than a year, but she really feels like duckweed.
The Shen family is her home, but it doesn't give her a sense of belonging.
Shen Yunong is her husband, but still does not give her a sense of security.
Sitting in Tingxiang Xiaozhu, she always gives birth, is this my home? Will I be here in my whole life? This kind of doubt, but she can't tell others, no one can ask.
In a blink of an eye, Shen Xiurong forgot about the signing. For her, asking for a signing just now was just a fun thing. After playing it, forget it, just like watching lanterns and guessing lantern riddles, there is nothing to think about: "Qiqiao, let's go to Houshan to see peach blossoms. We are here to see peach blossoms!"
After finishing talking, she dragged Liu Qiqiao through the hall gate, crossed the apse, and came to the back mountain.
As soon as they left the main hall and the back temple gate, the two of them couldn't help but exclaimed. In front of them, the sun was in the middle, and the peach blossoms on the mountain were all in the sun, pink and red, all over the mountains and plains, piece by piece, connected into a sea of flowers.
"It's so beautiful!" Shen Xiurong said, far and near, they are all peach blossoms, and they are not the same as the ones in her own garden. "Qiqiao, it makes people want to scream! It's so beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah!" Liu Qiqiao laughed. Shen Xiurong had already released her arm and pulled her. The little girl ran under a peach blossom tree nearby, jumping and banging: "I really want to take the paintbrush and leave. This Peach Blossom Mountain, do it forever!"
"Qiqiao, remember that I picked that fan?" Shen Xiurong said: "No, no, I want to drink it out: Taohuawu in Taohua Temple, Taohua Temple in Taohua Temple; Taohua Fairy grows peach trees, and picks it up again. Peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.
The drunkenness only sits in front of the flowers, and the drunken ones come to sleep in the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
I hope that the old dead in the wine room will not bow in front of the chariots and horses;
If we compare the rich and the humble to the poor, one in the ground and the other in the sky; if the poor and the low are compared to a carriage, he has to drive me free.
The world laughed at me too crazy, I laughed at the world can’t see through; I don’t see the tomb of the Five Tombs heroes, and I have no flowers and no wine to hoe fields! "
She sang and screamed, as if she was crazy, but Liu Qiqiao didn't feel abrupt at all. Unfortunately, she couldn't recite this poem, so she only pulled Shen Xiurong and smiled: "I really like this peach blossom. , Ok, pick peach blossoms for wine money again, ok, we can collect the peach petals here, and then make peach blossom wine!"
Shen Xiurong smiled and said: "Okay, at this moment, you should be drinking the peach blossom wine made by Qiqiao..."