Ever since Yu Xiang woke up from a dream and knelt in the Buddhist hall for a day and a night, the old lady felt that life was sad, and every day she opened her eyes and asked if the Northwest Battlefield had sent battle reports to Beijing, and if the Marquis had delivered any news.
The servants shook their heads in addition to shaking their heads.
The old lady turned to ask Yu Xiang what dream she had. Yu Xiang just clutched her chest and screamed for pain. The miserable appearance made the old lady not sure whether it was real or not, so she gave up and hurried to find a doctor.
After such a toss, more than half a month has passed. The old lady's attention was finally attracted by another matter - the Buddhist monk Ku Hai from Zhenguo Temple returned from his travels and placed a lottery holder for someone who was destined to meet him. He would go to Tianzhu again in three to five days or more. Pilgrimage to Buddha.
Speaking of Monk Kuhai, he is really the most legendary figure in the Han Dynasty, bar none. Seventy years ago, the founding emperor, Shengzu, was just a small Marquis of a Thousand Households. He was lucky enough to draw the lottery king of Monk Kuhai in Guangji Temple, and told him about it. Jiuchongtian, underground five continents are the same as' two sentences.
The poems are not good poems, but the characters are good characters. The Emperor Shengzu framed them and hung them in his room. He didn’t realize until the day he ascended the throne. —The fate of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the supreme being in the world. No one could have imagined that a small Marquis of a thousand households would become the master of this vast land in a few years.
After that, Guangji Temple was renamed Zhenguo Temple by the imperial decree issued by the emperor, and Monk Kuhai's signing king became a fetish that everyone in the Han Dynasty flocked to. Seventy years have passed now, and Monk Kuhai is still the same as before, it seems that time has forgotten him.
Because of all these things, his status became more detached and more desirable.
When the old lady got the news, she immediately sent someone to prepare a carriage and wanted to go to Zhenguo Temple.
"Let the girl put some more clothes on Xiang'er, so as not to catch cold on the way." She told her worriedly.
Nanny Ma stood on the porch looking at the sky, and said hesitantly, "Old Madam, it's pouring rain outside, the road is muddy and it may be difficult to walk, we'd better go another day."
"It is necessary to go on the first day of the opening of the scripture altar, otherwise the number of people will gradually increase in the future, and the crowd will not be able to squeeze in. Today, the crown prince and concubine will definitely go, so I just lend her a hand." The old lady waved her hand.
Mother Ma couldn't help it, so she had to run to the west wing in the heavy rain, and asked Yu Xiang to prepare quickly. It's also strange, the torrential rain is so powerful that I wish I could pour all the water from the Nine Heavens. Yu Xiang just got ready, and when he looked outside, the rain stopped, and a beam of golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell on On the top of her head, her already fair little face was set off like chalcedony soaked in a millennium cold pool, pure and holy, and the floating dust around her added a bit of agility.
Nanny Ma stood there staring at her for a long while, until Yu Xiang raised her eyebrows at her strangely before realizing it, and hurriedly pushed her out.
When the grandparents and grandchildren arrived at Zhenguo Temple, they saw that the carriage of the Crown Princess was parked outside the gate, and many guards patrolled around with swords and halberds, and when they saw idlers waiting, they stepped forward to drive them away.
Yu Pinyan is currently fighting in the northwest, if he comes back from the victory, he may inherit the mantle of the old Marquis Yongle and become a general of hussars, commanding millions of troops. He is the most trusted subordinate of the crown prince, and also the support that the crown prince relies on the most. When it comes to personal friendship, he is no less than a real brother. Because of this relationship, as soon as the old lady delivered the message, the princess sent someone to welcome her, making the jealous eyes of the noble ladies who had no way to get in.
A group of people saluted and greeted each other, and chatted with each other after sitting down.
"Will the Crown Princess get the lottery king?" the old lady asked curiously.
"No way, none of the hundred and ten people who came with me today won the lottery. It can be seen that there is no fate with Master Kuhai, and they prayed and listened to scriptures in the main hall, and returned after a certain time." The crown princess shook her head and smiled wryly.
Monk Kuhai is a divine monk of the Han Dynasty. Anyone who bears the word "God" has an unruly factor lurking in his bones, and what he does and what he says depends entirely on his personal preferences. Monk Kuhai's face is so accurate that he can predict the future of life and death, but not everyone counts it, and he also pays attention to a fate.
He asked craftsmen to make a huge rotatable lottery cylinder, which was divided into upper and lower layers, with a partition in the middle, which could hold 50,000 lottery sticks in total. The person who seeks the lottery turns the lottery tube and pulls out the partition in the middle. After all the lottery signs fall to the bottom, he bends down and picks up one at will. If the lottery king is drawn, it means that the lottery seeker has a predestined relationship with Monk Kuhai, and he will tell you about it. No matter what you ask, you can get the answer from him.
Fifty thousand lots, one chance, seventy years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, only the Emperor Shengzu was lucky enough to draw the lottery king. In this way, whenever Monk Kuhai returns to Beijing to sit in meditation, there will be wave after wave of people who come to Zhenguo Temple to ask for a lottery, wishing to level the mountain. The first few days are naturally reserved by the royal family, and it will be the turn of the nobles in the next few days. If the common people want to enter, they have to wait until all the dignitaries in the capital have been there once.
The old lady and the crown princess sighed for a while, seeing that the crown princess and the queen's natal family had smoked, and then brought Yu Xiang over.
"I'm in charge of spinning the drum, and you're in charge of picking up the lottery. When the lottery rains down, don't hesitate, just pick the one that looks pleasing to the eye. It's all about fate, so don't ask too much." The old man The wife exhorted softly.
Yu Xiang nodded in agreement.
The two clasped their hands together and secretly recited a sentence of Bodhisattva's blessing. The Crown Princess and other noble ladies stood aside and waited eagerly.
The lottery cylinder was very heavy, and the old lady was sweating after only turning it twice, and tried to turn it three times before she could pull out the partition. There was a crackling sound, and the thin sticks cut from bamboo strips fell like raindrops. A young novice stretched out his hand and said, "Please benefactor, please choose one within two breaths. If you choose after two breaths, you will miss the master."
There is really no possibility of cheating if you choose one of the two breaths. Without waiting for all the bamboo sticks to fall, Yu Xiang reached out and grabbed one from the air, and handed it to the little monk.
The little novice was still smiling at first, but when he saw the word 'King of Lottery' carved in Sanskrit on the bamboo stick, his face immediately changed, and he ran towards the backyard in a panic, shouting, "Master, someone has won the lottery!"
As soon as these words came out, the hall immediately boiled. The old lady came here with the mentality of giving it a try, and never thought that she would win the lottery. Now she was dumbfounded, looking at the lottery for a while, and looking at Yu Xiang for a while, feeling quite top-heavy, as if falling into a dream.
The concubine stared at Yu Xiang with a good look, and thought to herself: the concubine of the Yonglehou's mansion is really a spiritual person, the whole family of Yonglehou's family is blessed, and the strange way can make the prince escape twice.
Because this lottery is only related to whether you can meet with the monk Kuhai, not the lottery of fate, the person who is drawn can only say that he is lucky and has a destiny with Kuhai, but the malicious rumors about it cannot be spread. The old lady exchanged greetings with the ladies who came to express their congratulations and patted Yu Xiang for good luck, and then walked into the apse led by a monk.
Several young monks came around and put the fallen bamboo sticks back on the upper layer.
Monk Kuhai's meditation room is very simple, only a small single room of 20 square meters. There is nothing but a futon and a table inside. There is a small courtyard outside, planting a Bodhi plant, digging a lotus pond, simple but grand.
The old lady held her breath and walked slowly, when she came to the door of the meditation room, she hesitated, "Xiang'er, can you wait outside the courtyard for a while, the ancestor has something to say to the master alone."
Yu Xiang is an outsider, if she wants to see such a god-man as Kuhai, she will inevitably feel a little anxious, so she nods her head in agreement. Her heart had been taken out, and her body, in the hands of her mother, must have been hastily cremated to conceal the truth. Even if she can go back, is she still Yu Xiang? Can I still see that person
She fell into a moment of confusion.
Seventy years have passed since the founding of the Great Han Dynasty. What was the sea of suffering seventy years ago is still what it is now. Eyebrows and beards are frosty white, and there is no more or less criss-cross frown on the face. Together, the eyes are as deep as the sea. When he saw the old lady, he recited a sentence of Buddha and stretched out his hand to invite her to sit down.
"Dare to ask the benefactor what advice?"
"Master, please help me read these two characters." The old lady took out two pieces of paper from her sleeve pocket and spread them out on the table.
Monk Kuhai nodded, looked carefully for a moment and pointed to one of them, saying, "Yin evil, solitary luan and widowed, superimposed stars on every corner, punishing father against mother, punishing husband against son, six relatives and livestock, no one is spared. , is of no help."
The old lady had already made mental preparations, and her complexion would inevitably turn pale after hearing these words.
Monk Kuhai ignored her, and pointed to another one to continue, "Parents are not well-connected, earthly branches are not punished and harmed, women are good at martial arts, men are good at fighting, Na Yin and Jian Feng, there will be no good death."
"No, not a good death?" The old lady swayed, as if she was about to faint, Mama Ma hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
Monk Kuhai glanced at her, and then said, "The fates of these two people are opposite. If they are husband and wife, there will be no peace in the family and disasters will continue. If they are brothers and sisters, they will fight each other. They cannot coexist."
The old lady became more and more dizzy, and said in a trembling voice, "Isn't there a way to change my fate if I don't die well? How could it be a bad death?" As for the fact that fates are opposite, she didn't have time to think deeply.
Monk Kuhai closed his eyes to calculate, and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
The old lady rushed over and asked urgently, "Master, is there a way?"
"This is an unsolvable destiny, but suddenly the nobleman of Taiyi appeared, so kind." Monk Kuhai clasped his hands together and sighed, "This person has just passed through a life-and-death catastrophe a few days ago, so the nobleman of Taiyi must be by his side. Donor You can rest assured."
"Who is this noble Taiyi?" The old lady was completely exhausted, but she still wanted to find out.
"It's far away in the sky, and it's close in front of you." After the words, he got up and walked towards Yu Xiang under the bodhi tree, his eyes sparkling.
It is clearly a child's body, but there is a soul from another world, the left eye is hostile, the right eye is indifferent, the center of the brow is filled with a majestic golden Buddha's light, the canopy covers the top, and the luck is unparalleled. He was the only person in his life who had such a profound connection with Buddhism.
"Amitabha..." Monk Kuhai put his palms together and started to speak.
Yu Xiang snapped and said, "If you want to ask me where I come from, I will tell you where I come and go. If you want to ask me what I think, I will tell you that when you have no delusions, your mind is one Buddha country; When I have delusions, my mind is a hell. I have delusions, so I would rather be in hell.” So don’t pity me, and don’t need to save me. Since I have made up my mind to hold on to the only thing I can hold, I won’t go there again. Expecting the uncertain future, or should I say the past.
She let out a mouthful of dirty air towards the lotus leaves in the pond, only to feel that her mood was unprecedentedly bright.
Monk Kuhai finally showed his first smiling face of the day, and said slowly, "The benefactor has a clear idea, so I don't need to say more."
Yu Xiang nodded and asked, "Is my brother safe?"
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed." Monk Kuhai looked at the old lady and said with a smile, "Fortunate luck is unparalleled, the Buddha's relationship is deep, and the husband and family prosper the six animals. This son can be the treasure of the town house. This nobleman Taiyi, There is no need to look elsewhere for the almsgiver. Amitabha, so good.”
The old lady was stunned for a moment before she showed ecstasy, and thanked Ku Hai in several voices. Ku Hai shook his head with a faint smile, and said that he found his younger brother, Monk Ku Hui, and ordered him to come to the house to treat the injured leg of the benefactor.
The treasure of the town house? me? The corners of Yu Xiang's mouth twitched when she heard this, but she also understood that with what the old monk said, her life in Yonglehou Mansion would be easier. But no matter how good the fate is, it is just a foil for the heroine, who is destined to dance for nine days.
When the heroine returns home, all the fates will start to turn, and nothing can be said for sure now. Thinking of this, Yu Xiang's eyes showed a trace of hostility. It seems that she can no longer be as indifferent as before, because she has something that she can't lose no matter what.