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This little girl has a round face, pink and rosy, a pair of big watery eyes, black and bright, with very delicate features, her small face is like a doll, which makes people love her.
When running, the ponytail swayed gently behind the head,
"mom!"
The little girl ran to Yunfang's side and coquettishly held Yunfang's hand, shaking it, and shouted coquettishly.
"Yun Lian, why are you here? You're not staying in your own class." Although Yun Fang's tone was reproachful, her face was doting.
"It's boring for me to stay. I almost fell asleep after listening to the long speeches above." Yun Lian said with a bit of grievance.
"You are violating discipline. Let your class teacher know and criticize you."
Yun Lian smiled smugly, revealing two dimples: "I have already asked the head teacher for leave."
Yun Fang was angry and funny, she had no choice but to shake her head helplessly.
Zhao Rui smiled, looked at Yun Lian's eyes, then looked at Yun Fang, and felt that the genes of the Yun family were really excellent. Standing together, the two looked like a pair of beautiful sisters, which was amazing.
Although Yunfang is thirty-two, she has a beautiful appearance, delicate skin, no fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and only twenty-seven or eighty-eight. She has a youthful air and a mature woman's charm, It is really hard to imagine that there is such a big and lovely daughter.
While Zhao Rui was sizing up Yun Lian, Yun Lian also half-hid behind Yun Fang, showing his small head, and sizing up Zhao Rui.
After a while, he shook Yunfang's hand and asked softly, "Mom, who is he?"
"This is Teacher Zhao, Mom's colleague. Come on, call Uncle Zhao." Yun Fang pushed her daughter forward and said.
Zhao Rui smiled wryly. It seemed that he was not very old. He was really not used to how he was promoted to be an uncle so quickly.
Yun Lian's big eyes turned several times on Zhao Rui's face, not only did not open his mouth, but there was a little hostility in his eyes.
She was far away just now, and she keenly noticed that her mother's attitude towards Teacher Zhao seemed to be a little different from others.
And when she first came here, she heard that her mother was going to Lingyun Temple with Mr. Zhao on Saturday.
She couldn't help becoming vigilant, because her mother had always been honest with outsiders, but she was so kind to Teacher Zhao, which seemed a little strange.
"On Saturday, why not just the two of us go to Lingyun Temple?" She said coquettishly.
"Really, what's the matter with Mr. Zhao going with you?" Yunfang said with a smile, not taking it seriously.
Yun Lian pouted a little unhappy, she could almost hang up the kettle, but she couldn't do anything about it, because although Yun Fang doted on her, the discipline was strict, and she didn't dare to have any opinions.
After the school sports meeting, it is Saturday.
On this day, Zhao Rui got up early in the morning and took a car with Yun Fang and Yun Lian to Lingyun Temple.
Yun Lian's hostility towards Zhao Rui seemed to be stronger, and she was always clinging to Yun Fang, acting like a good girl, not giving Zhao Rui and Yun Fang too many chances to get in touch.
Yunfang just felt that her daughter was a bit weird, but she didn't think about anything else. However, Zhao Rui saw through this little lolita's mind, and couldn't help being amused, but didn't bother to tell the truth.
The three of them were sitting on the bus, and when they were about to reach the foot of Lingyun Mountain, a police siren suddenly sounded from behind. Immediately afterwards, he saw a luxury convoy driving past. Followed by seven or eight high-end commercial vehicles, very imposing.
"Who's up here!"
"So many cars!"
"Probably some leader."
On the bus, some people began buzzing about it. Generally speaking, using a police car to clear the way in Donghu Lake is of a high level. It seems that the mayor does not have this kind of treatment when traveling.
After sitting in the car for nearly an hour, I finally arrived at the foot of Lingyun Mountain.
Lingyun Mountain is not very high, the forest is dense on the mountain, and a long stone step extends from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Lingyun Temple is built on the top of the mountain.
Zhao Rui and Yun Fang climbed the stone steps to the top of the mountain and came outside the temple.
Lingyun Temple deserves to be a five-hundred-year-old ancient temple. The main hall is magnificent and the incense is flourishing. The tourists and pilgrims who come to visit the incense are as dense as ants, shoulder to shoulder, old and children, young men and women, of all ages, and all walks of life.
"There are really a lot of people." Zhao Rui couldn't help feeling emotional, thinking that the sesame oil money given by these people was enough to make the monks in Lingyun Temple very rich.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rui's thoughts turned to Brother Kong Fang, so he followed his tone, nodded and said: "Well, yes, there are several eminent monks in Lingyun Temple, who are profound in Buddhism and can help others guide the maze. Going to take refuge in disasters, so there are many believers."
"Oh? Really? Really so powerful?" Zhao Rui was a little surprised.
Why does this sound so similar to a magic stick
He has also seen many powerful cultivators, sending people to the west is very powerful, but as for giving advice to others, he seems to have never seen one before.
Yun Fang led Yun Lian to burn incense and worship Buddha devoutly, praying for peace.
Zhao Rui lacked interest and started wandering around in Lingyun Temple.
Lingyun Temple imitates the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty. It is magnificent and covers a large area. One courtyard is surrounded by another courtyard.
Zhao Rui walked around several courtyards in a row, but somehow he came to the northwest corner of the temple, outside a small low courtyard.
The door of the small courtyard was ajar, and a few branches with dead leaves protruded from the garden.
Zhao Rui was about to push the door and go in to have a look. Suddenly, the door opened automatically. A little novice in a gray robe stretched out his head and asked impatiently:
"Who are you? What do you do?"
Zhao Rui was taken aback for a moment, and said he was a monk, so why is the attitude of the young monk in front of him so bad
However, he still explained: "I am a tourist, and I came here by accident, so I just want to go in and have a look."
"Idlers are not allowed to enter here!" The little novice gave him a blank look, then closed the wooden door heavily to keep him out.
Zhao Rui frowned involuntarily, feeling a little displeased in his heart, just now through the crack of the door, he clearly saw a large group of people staying in the garden, why is it that no one is allowed to enter all of a sudden
Zhao Rui was angry and curious, so he found a place that no one was paying attention to, and easily entered it.
The garden is not big, but the trees are dense, which can well block people's sight.
There is a very simple hut in the middle of the garden, and there is a flat ground in front of the house. A large group of people, standing like stars and moons, surrounded the two old men in the center, with a very respectful demeanor.
One of the old men seemed to be a monk from Lingyun Temple, with a white beard and white eyebrows, and an elegant demeanor, while the other was a little short in stature, but possessed a "compelling" power, and was even more powerful than those burly men around him. tall!
"Mu Yongqiang!" Zhao Rui recognized the old man at a glance.
Because, in the past few days, the TV is always broadcasting intensively, and Zhao Rui can recognize the news that he came to East Lake even with his eyes closed.
Recalling the commercial car he met, Zhao Rui immediately understood that he must have been the one sitting in the car just now.
"What is he, a retired high-ranking official, doing in Lingyun Temple?" Zhao Rui thought to himself, and walked forward, wanting to take a closer look.
Mu Yongqiang was sitting cross-legged and eyes closed at this moment, sitting on the ground with a painful expression, while the old monk was standing in front of him, pressing his hand on the top of Mu Yongqiang's head, bursts of golden Buddha light came from The hand of the old monk revealed.
After a while like this, the golden light in the old monk's hand gradually dimmed, and Mu Yongqiang's complexion was extremely ugly as if he had suffered from a serious illness.
"Master Huijing, do you mean that I am really terminally ill and there is no cure? Can your Buddhist teachings not help me?" Mu Yongqiang slowly opened his eyes and said with a sigh, He looked extremely disappointed in his tone.
"I'm sorry, Master Mu, my cultivation is limited and I can't recover from it." Hui Jing proclaimed the Buddha's name.
Mu Yongqiang remained silent. Since two years ago, he had suffered from a strange disease, and his body became weaker and weaker. In the end, he could hardly stand up. He was checked by any major hospital, but the cause was still not found.
Later, after the diagnosis and treatment by Huijing, a famous monk of Lingyun Temple, I realized that it was caused by atrophy of the meridians, which cannot be cured by ordinary medical techniques.
Over the years, Huijing has been using Buddhism to help him heal, but it only prolongs his life, but it cannot be completely cured. Instead, it is getting worse and worse. Now, it has reached the point where there is no way to cure him!
"It seems that I have to wait to die?" Mu Yongqiang smiled wryly. This Huijing is a well-known eminent monk, and the Dharma is profound and unpredictable. Even he is helpless, so there is really nothing to do.
Thinking about how powerful he is, but still unable to prolong his life by even one day, Mu Yongqiang couldn't help feeling a little disheartened.
"That's not necessarily true." Huijing shook her head and said, "Master Mu, there is one thing in this world that might save your life."
"Oh? What the hell is that?" Seeing a glimmer of life in front of his eyes, Mu Yongqiang couldn't help asking.
"That treasure is the Dragon and Tiger Renewal Pill!"