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Chapter 677 Pretrial Month (97)
As she walked, she thought about it a few times, and the shape of the maid's lips should undoubtedly be the word "use poison".Presumably Huo Yunwan had already received the news from the court, so she rushed to report a letter to herself.

If the guess is wrong, it doesn't matter, the exact meaning of this sentence is not worth paying too much attention to, if it is really a matter of life and death, Huo Yunwan will definitely convey it more carefully.

Knowing that the purpose is completely opposite to aimlessness, but it has the same effect, that is, you can ignore the end point and just move forward.Xue Ling followed the crowd without worrying about where he came from or where he was going.At least this part of the road is actually a kind of peace.

When the sun was westward, the group returned to the Yinfo Temple.Xue Ling followed a few aunts to go around with Mrs. Hui'an, until she was the only one left, and was taken up by Mrs. Hui'an to change clothes at the thatched hut in the bamboo forest.

Everything was tidied up, except for the long hair, which was inconvenient to take care of. Following my old habit, I picked up a bamboo branch and pine to tie the back of my head. When I walked out of the room, I saw Mrs. Hui'an standing with her back like a pine, waiting.

Just as Xue Ling was about to speak, Mrs. Hui'an turned around first, holding the "Six Paragraphs Collection" in her hand, and said, "Please benefactor."

Xue Ling smiled, subconsciously looked nearby, there was no one else around.A few monks in the distance were sweeping and meditating, but no one looked over, so they reached out and said, "Thank you, Master."

Master Hui'an clasped his hands together in front of his chest, bowed slightly and said Ami, meaning to see off the guests.Xue Ling was in a better mood, and said with a smile: "Will the wife not let me have a light meal?"

This statement is half-truth, she didn't eat anything in the morning, it turned out that both the Jiangsu family had prepared some snacks in the carriage, but Xue Ling dozed off earlier, and then got into trouble with the Jiang family, so she didn't eat anything.

After entering the palace, he only drank a couple of sips of bitter tea and walked all the way back and forth, feeling hungry at the moment.Even leading her to slander secretly, thankfully it was already early winter, if it was midsummer, asking her to come and go with the scorching sun above her head would really kill half her life.

Mrs. Hui'an said: "The benefactor is a person with all five tastes, and the poor nun dare not eat all the six senses with you. If you really want a cup of tea and light rice, the former Vientiane Hall has Buddha's alms, please go there by yourself."

Xue Ling felt bored, held his mouth shut, and raised the scroll in his hand to leave.He stopped again, respectfully performed the Buddhist salute and said, "May I ask my master, among the Buddhist sects, there is really a case of the Buddha breaking the precepts and killing. Didn't it mean that the Buddhas are all masters who cut their flesh and fed them to the eagles?"

"Amitabha".Hui'an first read it once, then paused for a while, and seemed to have some persuasion between the words: "The almsgiver has no Buddha in his heart, so why bother to talk about Buddhism right and wrong."

"How do you know there is no Buddha in my heart, is it Huo?".Xue Ling paused, thinking that Huo Yunwan might have a Buddha in her heart, your own daughter would not be willing to use some good paper to copy scriptures.

The words came to his lips, but he stopped them, and slowed down the speed of speech and said nonsense: "I pray for peace every day, isn't this just worshiping Buddha every day, is it possible that misfortunes and blessings do not belong to Buddhism, and I worshiped the wrong mountain?"

"The almsgiver is stunned. The four elements of Buddhism are all empty, and everything belongs to the predestined relationship. It doesn't matter whether it comes or goes. There is no such thing as good and bad. There are countless reincarnations. Each has its own name, and there is no self.

The poor nun's relationship with Buddhism is still shallow, so I can't solve the puzzles for the benefactor one by one, benefactor." Hui'an stretched out his hand to the path leading to the outside world from the bamboo forest, and motioned: "Please. "

Xue Ling looked at the road, and then at Mrs. Hui'an, seeing that she was neither humble nor overbearing, neither angry nor happy, and had no special expression.

She felt a pity in her heart, it was rare for someone to make herself feel close.After several attempts to flatter her, she is a woman who can only recite scriptures, which is boring.

Xue Ling practiced a ritual to give Huo Yunwan face, so he put the scriptures neatly on his chest and left the Zhulin Temple.

It's still early before the time agreed with Xue Ming, it's not that something went wrong with Xue Ling, since she went to the palace last time, she knows how long it takes to travel.

The purpose of letting Xue Ming come to pick him up later is because of other thoughts.

After leaving the bamboo grove, I walked a little further towards the front hall of Yinfo Temple, and the road conditions were much more familiar.There are many places in the temple that sell incense, candles and coins, and there is no shortage of wine and flowers for Buddha.

She had always had a lot of money on her, and she took some more when she left in the morning, and she put some of all kinds of good-looking things into the basket, and after a lot of detours, she finally got to the field where Old Li's head was buried.

There is no one else in the wild grass, but the smell of incense is very strong, so that people can't smell a little bit of green forest.I don't know if the ashes of the Chongyang ancestor worship have not been scattered, or if people go to the grave every day, there is still a new addition today.

She didn't meet her, probably because everyone rushed to come in the morning and evening, and it was rare for Xue Ling to burn incense at such a late hour.Although it is not the middle of the day, the weather is still strong anyway, which is somewhat taboo.

After standing alone on the edge for a long time, Fang walked a few steps to Lao Litou's grave, knelt down and placed the basket.This squat makes it difficult to stand up.

She imitated the cemetery outside Ningcheng, first poured a full glass of wine and spilled it on the ground.

The wine in the cup was still dripping down, Xue Ling impatiently threw the cup far behind him with one hand, rolled up his sleeves and wiped it.

Old Li is a doctor, he has always been greedy for life and afraid of death, and he doesn't drink alcohol.

The spring grass on the ground has long since disappeared, leaving only some withered and yellow rhizomes winding and dormant on the ground.Touching the skin of the palm through a layer of fabric, it is rough and harsh.

She wiped it for a long time, and saw that the soil on the ground was still damp. Obviously, the fine liquid had been buried in the soil and could never be recovered.The bewilderment of these days came to my heart, and I knelt down on the ground for a moment, staring blankly at the pile of loess.

Underneath, there was a person buried under it.

Old Li, he has been dead for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but Xue Ling finally pulled himself together, lit a joss stick, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you like to keep your things away. It's not that I didn't come, but it's because you have a lot of things. Now I'll compensate you together, and Think of it as a windfall."

After finishing speaking, all the contents of the basket were dunked out, and a pile of burning old Wang, together with the green smoke from a hundred or so incense candles, shot straight into the sky.If it weren't for the frequent fires in the Yinfo Temple, some people might suspect that the forest is on fire.

She stood up and threw the Six Paraphrases into the fire.

When Xue Ming came again, he was not driving the car by himself, but the old man from the morning was sitting tremblingly on the frame of the car.Xue Ling had already waited at the gate of the temple for a while, but he was not idle.

In the corridor leading from the temple gate, there are eighteen arhats who are more than ten feet high, lined up on both sides, and there are melons and fruit snacks for worship at each arhat. abdomen.

Unexpectedly, in such a big Yinfo Temple, the things enshrined are not so useful, compared to what she eats every day.After taking a bite, I found it hard to swallow. I thought it was my bad luck, so I turned around and stuffed it back and took another one.

The fruit offered to the Buddha has always been distributed to believers or poor beggars.It is normal for pilgrims who enter the temple to worship Buddha to take one or two, so there is no monk to dissuade them.

Knowing this, Xue Ling is so presumptuous.Xue Ming got out of the carriage and entered the door, just in time for her to throw a fruit on the ground.

Xue Ling was impatient, so he picked seventeen or eight of them in a row and they were all very unpalatable, and he was too lazy to stuff them back after eating.People who come and go like this are all looking sideways, and the few monks who sweep the house also have a look of hatred.Xue Ming hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss, why are you angry?"

Xue Ling stretched out his hand and took another fruit, handed it to him, and said coldly, "Taste it, and feed it to the beasts, even the beasts will feel guilty."

(End of this chapter)