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I opened a corner of the car curtain and saw an old farmer with a hoe and a hat on the ridge that had been harvested, working in the rain, while an old woman holding a sweat towel beside him came forward to wipe the old man's face from time to time when he was resting. It was raining and sweating, and while he reached out, he took out the steamed buns from the tightly wrapped bamboo basket and handed them to the old man, but the old man seemed unbearable to eat alone.
"What is Miao'er looking at?" I realized that I had been silent for a long time when I heard Pei Yanzhen ask me aloud from behind.
But seeing Pei Yanzhen support the soft cushion behind me, and after confirming that the cushion is firm, he shook my hand, and after touching my cool hand, the tip of his eyebrows slightly frowned, and the next moment he took off the cape. , put my hands on his chest and then close the cloak, all movements are natural.
However, I suddenly felt a sore nose, and suddenly I didn't want to go up the mountain to repay my vows. Just as I was about to blurt out and change my way, Zhan Yue's voice sounded heavily from outside the car, "Your Highness, it's here!"
Because the temple is a holy place of Buddhist temples, swords, lights and swords cannot be seen, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the Buddhas and immortals. Therefore, except for Zhanyue and ten bodyguards who accompanied him, they were allowed to enter the mountain gate, and the rest of the sword and arrow guards were blocked and stationed outside the mountain gate.
Pei Yanzhen held up a paper umbrella, and I held his elbow to lead the way into the mountain gate. In Yongquan Temple, the ancient trees towering over the sky, the moss marks on the ground are mottled and the ash is interlaced. Looking into the distance, the cliffs and stone carvings in the mountains and rocks in the forest of steles are vaguely visible. The mist is lingering in the autumn rain, and I don’t know if it is clouds or smoke. , only concentrate on the road, reminding him from time to time: "Yanzhen, there are many green grass under your feet, walk slowly." "There are stones in front of us, let's go around."
When I stopped for a while after the Kuao Bridge, I looked up and saw that he was holding a paper umbrella that was all over my side. I couldn't complain that I didn't get a drop of rain on my body. When I looked at him again, it was half over my shoulders. Pour through.
"You! Really~" I held the umbrella handle and angered him, straightening the umbrella.
However, he smiled happily as if remembering something interesting. He laughed to himself for a while before saying, "It's nothing to be drenched in this rain. Twelve years ago, during the Qingming Festival, I went to the Daming Temple in Yangzhou to offer incense.
I took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the water droplets off his neck, and asked absently, "You didn't bring an umbrella at that time?"
"Bring it, but it's worse than not taking it."
Only then did I concentrate and asked, "Could it be that he was holding an umbrella for a girl like this, so he got wet?" Could it be that he still had a little green plum who had no guesses back then? This kind of speculation made me feel uncomfortable all of a sudden.
But seeing a looming smile on his lips, he said, "I didn't hold an umbrella for the girl, but a little girl poked a few holes in the oil-paper umbrella with a lit incense, so I couldn't hold it, and in the end I had to be embarrassed. The rain came home, and the next day I sneezed again and again."
I was stunned for a while, and suddenly I felt a little familiar. Before I could think about it, the abbot of Yongquan Temple had led a few people to meet me, interrupting the conversation between the two of us.
I was placed by the abbot in the Guanyin Pavilion of the main temple, and Pei Yanzhen lived in the Huilong Pavilion opposite, and Zhanyue and the escort Lun Ye guarded me.
The structure of Yongquan Temple is extremely unique. The entire temple is built on the jaws of the mountain. It is called "Swallow's Nest" by experts, so that the main body of the temple is hidden and not exposed. Therefore, whether pilgrims walk or take a chariot Even if you enter the mountain gate, you still can't see the main body of the large-scale temple.
At night, not only did the rain not subside, but it became more and more intense. The rain fell to the ground and collected like a spring, surging and scouring the boulders behind the mountain.
I sat in the Buddhist hall and copied the scriptures, the carved wooden windows were half-covered, and there was a flash from time to time outside the window, which illuminated the interior of the hall as bright as day. The dharma with action is like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity, so it should be viewed in this way.” Before I could finish writing the word "View", I heard a pounding sound outside the window, and my hand shook. A purple hair slipped from my hand, and the thick black ink stained half of Xue Tao's paper.
The gray pigeon that flew off the window sill turned its slender neck, shook off the rain, found me exactly where I was, flapped its wings and flew over my shoulder, I unceasingly untied the wax seal on the pigeon's leg, and put it on. It unfolded on the candle, and a slender and teeny small letter came into view...
After releasing the pigeons to the rain screen, I stood in front of the window holding the note for a long time, until the gray and black disappeared into the night and there was nowhere to look, then I turned around and called the attendant outside the door, "Go back to the Dragon Pavilion to invite the lord, and say I'll recite the scriptures with him."
"Yes." The attendant took the order and left.
But after a cup of tea, I heard the footsteps outside the porch getting closer and closer, and finally stopped abruptly outside the door, my heart lifted, and the next moment the wooden door creaked softly, "Miao'er, are you calling me? "
After entering the door, the visitor closed the door, because he was not familiar with the wing room in the mountain temple and could not see, so he only took two steps and stopped in the room. If it was in the past, I would have stepped forward to help him, but at this moment, I stood behind the case and said nothing.
But seeing him raise his eyebrows lightly, the face of Chuchen Qingjun is slightly waiting for questioning, the next moment, a person stepped out from behind the screen, the robe is luxurious and the jade is shining, but the face that has been smiling all the year round seems to be cold at this moment. Ridiculous, there are still raindrops on the jade crown.
"I want to invite the lord to drink tea."
Pei Yanzhen's face sank, and in an instant, a row of silver needles shot precisely where Song Xiyuan was, but they were all blocked by Song Xiyuan's folding fan.
"Your Highness really isn't very easy to invite." Song Xiyuan closed his eyes, not in a hurry.
"Where is Miao'er?" Pei Yanzhen spoke again with no fear on his face.
Song Xiyuan looked at me and seemed to signal me to keep silent. I stroked the ink stains on my hand and replied, "Here." Song Xiyuan frowned, seeming to be extremely disapproving, but I stubbornly said again: "I am naturally Copy the Diamond Sutra." Pei Yanzhen has always been extremely accurate in identifying positions by listening to his voice, and the silver needle he just shot at Song Xiyuan is iron proof.
It took a flick of the finger, but it was almost suffocating. In an instant, but seeing Pei Yanzhen's face was desolate and almost transparent, he seemed to understand the ins and outs at once, his thin lips pursed into a line, but his hands did not move. And Song Xiyuan turned his head to show his eyes, and behind the screen, a shadow-like master jumped out in front of me and vigorously stretched out his hand to push me away.
The next moment, Pei Yanzhen heard a desolate self-deprecating smile and said, "The Diamond Sutra? All the dharmas are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, so you should look at it like this. If I remember correctly, this is the last sentence of the Diamond Sutra. Sure enough... everything It's all like a dream bubble, the morning dew is fleeting and the electric dragon is hard to catch... Miao'er, isn't it?"
I didn't answer, and in the blink of an eye, Song Xiyuan took advantage of his distracted moment, moved behind him, and put a folding fan around the back of his neck against Pei Yanzhen's throat.
"Your Highness!" Zhan Yue broke into the door, but the next moment, two shadow guards in black who sneaked out from the side grabbed his neck with their swords, Zhan Yue moved his fingers, and when he could move in the future, he listened to Song Xiyuan: "Zhan Guards There is no need to work hard, Yongquan Temple is contained in the jaws of the mountain, and the guards stationed outside the mountain gate have clairvoyance and can't see the signal smoke here." He turned his head and said leisurely in Pei Yanzhen's ear: "Your Highness really controls all directions, one Xiao Xiaoshoushan Tianhuang can not only command countless troops of the imperial forest, but also the troops of neighboring countries. Song admires it.”
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Pei Yanzhen didn't answer, he just "cast" a pair of eyes straight on my face, for a long time it seemed like a long time ago, "Miao'er, this... is your revenge on me?"
I raised my head to look at him and said indifferently: "Not all, I just want to help Xi Yuan."
Outside the window, the wind was heavy and raining, the night wind broke into the room through the gap of the window, making a whimper and wailing, and in the bleak autumn sound, those clear eyes like a spring dried up in an instant, as if the gate of life had been hit by a blow, and the sorrow and pain were all over it. Don't open your eyes, listen to him realize a smile, and say bleakly: "So..."
The next moment, Song Xiyuan raised his hand and fanned down, and took a photo of Pei Yanzhen's shoulder and neck. The Prince Regent, who was instantly unconscious, was immediately taken down by the shadow guard who was hiding behind the screen. Before Zhan Yue was pulled out of the house by the sword, he turned his head and glared at me fiercely.
There were only Song Xiyuan and I left in the house. The candles were about to burn out, and the night returned to loneliness. It was as if nothing had happened. The only thing I could hear was the remnant load outside the window breaking the autumn rain, and the sound of residual leaks urging the autumn wind to rush.
"Miaomiao, this was cut from the release pond outside when I came here. You can try it." Song Xiyuan took out a wet lotus pod from his sleeve and handed it to me.
I took it, put a lotus seed into my mouth, and the bitterness and bitterness melted from the tip of my tongue and spread all over my body.
"Isn't it delicious?" Song Xiyuan also reached out and threw one into his mouth, the next moment his eyebrows were tangled together.
"Xi Yuan, don't forget that you promised me."
Song Xiyuan glanced at me, the corners of his mouth curved, and he laughed sadly and laughed at himself, "I will never forget it."
I looked out the window and the rain curtain with broken strings fell into the void. When I came back to my senses, I was shocked to realize that a hand had been grasped by Song Xiyuan, "Miaomiao, is there still a place to turn?"
I slowly opened his fingers one by one, "You know."
But seeing him bow his head and smile, "Yeah, since you promised to help me that night in Luoyang, there has been no turning back, right?" At the end, he let out a long sigh, "Ex-husband, after all, in the end, it can only be the former... Husband…”
When he raised his head again, his face was full of unrestrained splendor. He opened the folding fan and turned around and walked out of the door. He shook it three times, and sang in a condescending voice: "Wait until the west wing of the moon goes down, and the windward door is half open. , Suspected to be a jade person. Is it gentle and affectionate? Tsk tsk, the little lady turns around, and when she is about to go, she calls out ㄐδ椤
I don't know how far I've traveled, and I raised my arms and clasped them with my back vaguely facing me.
"Miaomiao, thank you."
A word of thanks is nowhere to be found in the sound of pouring rain.
I closed my eyes, smiled lightly, and the surroundings were like a mirror of nothingness... Either copying or punishing... Today, I finally avenged the four-character revenge for myself for the Shen family, but why was there no sense of joy at all
Pei Yanzhen's eyes before he passed out are still in front of him. Deep grief and silence.
Song Xiyuan had clearly gone far, but the little song in the west wing was like a prophecy lingering in the Guanyin Pavilion...
"Amid the surrounding mountains, there is a flick of light in the afterglow. There are worries all over the world, how can these large and small cars be able to carry them... When I am empty, I am full of lovesickness. , is a man of iron and stone, and it is also meant to provoke affection..."