"Is this lady in trouble?"
Unexpectedly, just at the next moment, the maid at the end suddenly turned around and looked at me who was about to merge with the stone wall. The two in front naturally stopped.
The trapped beasts are still fighting, I don't answer the maid, I just wish I could gouge out my feet to escape and escape with wings, and the strength in my hands made it stronger and stronger. I didn't want to feel a tinge of cold after a sharp friction on the side of the ankle, but I miraculously pulled it out. I indifferently covered my ankles with my skirt, stretched out my hand to take Xiaoer as if nothing had happened, raised my head and waved at the beautiful maid with a gentle smile, carrying Xiaoer and continuing up the mountain road.
Although the world is peaceful on my face, and my feet are slow and slow, I am afraid that only God knows how scared I am.
When I went up to about four or five stone steps, I heard a cool and cool voice ask: "What's wrong?"
I held Xiao'er in the palm of my hand.
The beautiful maid replied, "A lady took her young son up the mountain, but the slave maid saw that her face was embarrassed, and mistakenly thought that she had stumbled on the mountain road."
He didn't answer, nor did he hear the leaving footsteps, the silent moment was so quiet that it was suffocating. I don't know what the demeanor of that person is at this moment, can you ever be suspicious? I wanted to look back in my heart, but I couldn't look back and didn't dare to look back, for fear that if I looked back, I would be caught in the magic of the Demon King.
"Oh~" he finally said warmly, "Is something wrong?"
"It seems that there is no serious problem, the lady has taken the child away." The maid replied respectfully.
I led Xiaoer up the stone steps step by step, walking slowly like a puppet in a graceful and graceful posture decorated with peace. It wasn't until Xiao'er tugged at the hem of my clothes that I was startled and stopped, and suddenly I looked back, the mountain road was quiet and there was no one under the thick and sloping tree shadows, and only two peony petals fell on the bluestone road. , where is there a half-figure.
As soon as my body relaxed, I squatted down and hugged Xiaoer tightly, as if waking up from a nightmare and feeling a little unreal happiness.
"Mother is also afraid of uncle?"
I was startled, "I'm afraid! I'm very afraid..."
Suddenly I felt the pain in my feet was very tingling, I lowered my head and lifted a corner of my skirt, only then did I see that my ankle was mottled by Shi Feng, I was on guard and didn't feel the pain at all, and now I relax, and I can see the flow out. The blood has coagulated into a dark red. That person is like this, no matter how thick scales I wear, I think I'm on guard, and I take off the armor after the battle, only to find that there are blood stains and scars inside, he has the same magical weapon, no need to break the thorns Wearing armor can hurt the softest and deepest inside of the opponent.
Such a darling of the Demon King, how can I, a mortal, not be afraid
"Mom, don't be afraid. I have a silver needle that can be used to tie my uncle." Xiao'er interrupted my distraction, and took out a steel needle of different lengths and thicknesses from my sleeve to show me. I looked at the Shining silver light, I didn't know how to speak for a while. In the next step, Xiao'er took out a small bottle of brown wound medicine from her sleeve, squatted down, and carefully poured the powder onto my ankle with her small hand.
Why does Xiao'er carry such a wound medicine with her at such a young age? I grabbed Xiao Xiao's little hand at once, "Xiao'er is often injured?"
"No." Xiao'er raised her head, her fair and tender little face was full of confusion. Seeing me staring at the medicine in his hand, there was a stubborn awkwardness on his face. face away.
"Xiao'er." I turned my face back to look at him, "Tell my mother the truth."
Xiao'er lowered her eyes and looked at her toes. After a while, she whispered: "If I pierce my uncle with a silver needle during the day, at night... at night, when he falls asleep, give him some medicine..." He was unwilling and disdainful of his actions as if they had joined the enemy and betrayed the country. At the end, he added: "A little bit, only a very little bit."
For a while, I was confused and speechless, and I only reached out and touched Xiao Xiao'er's soft hair and heart...
When I limped back to the White Horse Temple with my injured foot and Xiaoer, it was already twilight, and the golden light of the setting sun hit the dark red walls of the ancient temple, mottled desolately, and the rows of pomegranate trees in the temple were smashed with fruit. The branches are drooping, and it is the world-famous "white horse sweet pomegranate".
I picked a pomegranate and sat on a stone pier under the tree and slowly peeled it for Xiaoer to eat, but Xiaoer refused to give it to me. As soon as the skin is peeled, it will inevitably be scattered on the ground, so I instructed Xiaoer to borrow a porcelain bowl to put it in the fasting room of the temple, so as not to stain the blue brick floor cleaned by the little master.
Nearly evening, the sound of chanting the wooden fish from the temple gradually became low, and the aftertaste of burning incense candles lingered in the temple, smelling into my lungs, there was a sense of tranquility and sacred comfort, waiting for the evening to take the bowl, I sat in the pomegranate tree. The pilgrims who worshiped and made a wish left one after another, and their hearts became more and more peaceful. I wanted to come and meet three people today, and this pilgrim who passed by, came to the pilgrimage in the name of Mubaima Temple, not because of any rumors to arrest me. or grab a child.
Thinking about it this way, I felt that my ankle was not so painful anymore, so I stood up and took two steps. Today, it is rare to escape without any danger. I have to say that I have received the protection of the Buddha and immortals in the dark, and I should thank myself.
I made a detour to the Temple of Heavenly Kings, took three sticks of incense outside the door, lit them, and crossed the golden lacquer threshold to go inside and worship the Buddha. Beside the incense table stood a young monk of seven or eight years old, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and knocking on a golden urn in the other while chanting sutras. In the first three futons on the left and the middle of the incense table, there were already two pilgrims kneeling and praying, so I chose the one on the right to kneel and worship.
After I bowed twice, I felt that the pilgrim in the middle beside me had finished bowing and got up, and only me and the pilgrim on the left were left. I looked up at the majestic Buddha without looking sideways, and meditated a few words in my heart, "Thank you for your protection", then got up and put the incense into the incense burner. Said: "This donor, the incense has been burned, don't burn your hands."
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I looked up at random in response to the sound, only to realize that I was so unlucky that even if I called the Buddha, I would not be able to protect myself.
The regent, who did not know when he left and returned, was kneeling on the futon on the left, with a pair of white and slender hands holding a bouquet of fragrant incense. The face of the porcelain jade reflects the candlelight around it, and it is so pious that it is almost holy. The incense in his hand has been burned to the end, and the incense ashes are scattered on the back of his hand, and there are a few mottled red marks in the heat.
"The donor has made a lot of wishes, and the incense has been burnt out, and it's not finished yet? My master said: It's not too much to make a wish, it's about sincerity. Too much is greedy, and it may not be effective." The little monk said again.
Hearing the man in a trance, he said faintly: "Not much, only one wish." Suddenly he laughed at himself, "It's just that I said it many times, and even the incense burnt out if I didn't pay attention..."
I stood stiffly in front of the Buddha, as if immobilized by a magic spell.
An old master brought rapeseed oil and stepped forward to add oil to the Buddha lamp. When he took back the oil, he slowly stroked his white beard. He looked at the man with a serene face, a pair of vicissitudes of life that could see through the world, "Everything in the world is an illusion. Too much obsession is nothing more than drawing the ground into a cocoon and tying oneself up. It is not necessarily good. It can't be done, can't understand it, can't give up, can't abandon it, can't understand it, and can't bear it. All kinds of suffering are born from this, and it will be like this. Death, repeated like falling into Abi and going to prison, there is no way to get out."
The man's eyes were full of desolation, and none of the ten thousand lamps and candles could be reflected in it. "What the master said is the truth. But, if you can know what is yours in the ordinary world, you can't, you can't understand, you can't give up, you can't abandon it. , I can't understand, can't bear, "Isn't true happiness? I'm stupid, blinded my eyes, I can't understand, can't give up, can't give up, can't understand, can't bear" realized, realized, abandoned, let go, understood, abandoned.”
"The years are suddenly too late, and Sijun makes you old. I was originally in Abi, so why did I ever say that I fell into prison..."
"Mother, I've finished peeling the pomegranate." A child's voice clearly passed through the quiet Buddhist hall and came through the dignified smoke.
After a moment of stagnation, someone spoke slowly: "Xiao'er...? Mother...?"
A gust of evening wind suddenly came, and it swept through the towering and ancient Qiyun Pagoda in the east of the mountain gate. Sound, the torrential rain beats the quiet pond with clear and crisp ripples.
Someone turned his head in a hurry, and the censer, candlestick, and oil lamps were smashed one by one.
"It's... is it you? Is it you!"
In an instant, the spell suddenly broke, and I turned around and ran.
While the sky was spinning, under a dazzling pomegranate tree, an iron pincer-like hand descended from the sky and firmly bound my wrist, "Is that you?"
I frantically clenched that cold hand and struggled to the death.
"Miao... Miao'er... is it really you?" The man hugged me violently, but the next moment was so cautious that he was almost depressed, he slowly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch my face, as if dreaming, "Miao'er , you're still alive... really alive, aren't you?"
I lowered my head and tried my best to bite the hand, push the chest, and crush the foot, but it was all in vain. Only a lilac-purple peony fell from the sleeve pocket, and its petals were scattered everywhere.
"Don't go, Miao'er, don't go!" Those eyes that were so clear that they were almost barren and could not be reflected, but at this moment, they stubbornly reflected the panic-stricken me clearly into their eyes, as if they were trying to capture my soul. So he was imprisoned in those eyes.