She grabbed Liu Mudan, leaned on her shoulder, and said, "I'd better trouble the concubine."
Liu Mudan was startled, glanced at Feng Zhiwei, and said with a smile, "Okay...ok... I'll take you there, I'll leave when you're fine."
"I'm about to give birth too..." Hua Qiong leaned on Liu Mudan's shoulder and whispered to her, "There are some things that I don't want to say to her girls, and I don't want to talk to men, but I want to ask you, so you are the right one." …”
Having said this, Liu Mudan couldn't refuse even more, and hurriedly beckoned to the female slave to help Hua Qiong away.
Feng Zhiwei looked at Hua Qiong's back slowly moving back, and smiled.
Now no one is blocking it.
She drove straight in with two people, and begged openly at the gate of Dama Living Buddha's courtyard. The young lama who was waiting came out to continue. Although she was a little uneasy, she was a concubine, and she only brought two people to come here openly, and she didn't want to refuse. For some reason, she had to be invited in.
The varnish corridor is silent, the tung oil lamps under the eaves are dimly lit, and the shriveled, child-like old man on the thick colorful carpet is still peeping at the visitors with his clairvoyant eyes.
Behind him was a gold-clad bronze Buddha statue, with a mysterious smile, silently watching the woman who walked in with a graceful expression.
Feng Zhiwei opened the door wide, and everything in the room was clearly visible. Zong Chen and Gu Nanyi stood at the door, and the young lamas waiting in the yard watched the two people in the room without blinking.
"What are you doing here?" The old lama closed his thick eyelids and looked at the ground.
"Come and see our Dama Allah." Feng Zhiwei sat down from a distance, her words were kind, but her tone didn't sound like that, and the next sentence shocked Dama even more, "Look at him, why isn't he dead yet?" Woolen cloth?"
"Miss me..." Dama was silent for a while, then laughed hoarsely, "You female wolf with ulterior motives, can you bite the god on the cloud on this grassland?"
"Decades of people have worshiped and worshiped with incense and offerings. It really makes you dizzy and think of yourself as a god." Feng Zhi smiled slightly and turned on the oil lamp on the table. The light from the oil lamp cast shadows on her eyelashes, " In my opinion, you are not as good as the solid one behind you, who will never talk nonsense."
"No nonsense." Dama stared at her for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the biggest crime of a precept disciple, and I dare not commit it."
"Even if every word of your prophecy is true." Feng Zhiwei leaned forward and stared into his eyes, "Do you dare to say that you did the divination out of a public heart? Do you dare to say that you have never been subjected to any harm?" Influence? Dama, disciples who uphold the precepts, must uphold a fair heart at all times. Do you dare to say that in this matter, all your words and actions have nothing to criticize, and you have a clear conscience?"
Dharma was motionless, with layers of old wrinkles curled up in the shadow of the oil lamp like a rotten blanket.
In the dark and condensed atmosphere, something seemed to be pressing down heavily, and the old lama showed a tired look on his brows.
"What did Ke Lie say to you?" Feng Zhiwei leaned back, leaning on the huge pillow, with a relaxed expression.
"He just told me what happened recently." Dama shook his head. "It's not what you guessed. If you said something bad, even if you said something, the result of the divination is predetermined by God and cannot be manipulated by anyone."
"When you do divination, he is by your side, right?" Feng Zhiwei sneered, "Dharma, think carefully."
The old lama was shocked, his cloudy eyes rolled for a while, recalling the scene during the divination, his original conviction gradually revealed a trace of confusion, but he shook his head after a long while, "He is far away."
"If you're far away, you can't do tricks?" Feng Zhiwei took a step forward.
The old lama fell into another round of contemplation, and his expression became more and more confused. His old brain seemed to be turning more slowly tonight. He tried his best to recall the scene when Kelie went to Huyin Temple not long ago, but found that he couldn't remember at all. Know exactly what the details are.
"I'm old... I'm old..." He shook his head and sighed, but still said stubbornly, "God's will can never be wrong, so you don't need to say anything, disciples of God will never change the result of divination."
"Who asked you to change it?" Feng Zhiwei stood up, smiling lazily, "Dama Allah, you look bad, do you often suffer from insomnia? But it doesn't matter, you will be able to sleep well soon."
She turned and left with a smile, her brisk steps caused the flames of the oil lamp to flicker randomly. In the flickering light and shadow, the old lama raised his eyelids with difficulty, looked at her back, and muttered: "The she-wolf who came to the grassland..."
"What kind of fabric do you think is good for children's diapers? Is it made of fine kudzu in summer? Or is it cotton? Will it cause sores in the heat?" In the back hall, Hua Qiong grabbed Liu Mudan and asked endlessly, stroking Liu Mudan endlessly. Stomach, "Oh... he made me so uneasy tonight."
"Cotton cloth is fine. We don't pay as much attention to it in the Central Plains..." Liu Mudan stroked her stomach lightly, and asked worriedly, "Go and hire a medical officer? You child, why don't you ask me to hire a medical officer?" refused to... "
There were footsteps outside the corridor.
Liu Mudan let go of her hands, Hua Qiong sat up abruptly, stretched her waist, and said with a smile, "Oh, what kind of medical officer are you looking for? I'm fine."
Her eyes were clear, she got up quickly, walked around the room quickly, and spread her hands to Liu Mudan, "Your words are more useful than panacea. I'm in good spirits now!"
Liu Mudan looked up at the dying pregnant woman, her face was very exciting, her nose was not a nose, and her eyes were not eyes.
"Okay?" Feng Zhiwei stepped in, and said with a smile, "It's really troublesome for Mudanhuaer. No one can stop Mudanhuaer when she goes out."
"Hua Qiong is unstoppable." Peony smiled and got up, "Okay, she's in good spirits, and I'm exhausted, and you've walked away, so I'll go on."
"Please." Feng Zhiwei smiled and watched the Empress Dowager Peony run away, then turned to Hua Qiong who proudly patted her stomach and praised her son, "I don't bother the two masters with one thing, and I have to borrow your big belly tomorrow."
The breath of the grassland in the morning is fresh and bright, shining on the colorful royal court with black tiles and white walls, the Potala Second Palace on the high hill is therefore pure and noble.