high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 395

"Do you have an affair with that man in red who seems to be called Xie Qiu?"

On the covered bridge, Wuming's movements froze suddenly, and his face became silent.

"It seems that there is indeed a monk with a woman?" Seeing this scene, Yandi smiled knowingly, showing a row of jade-like teeth: "It's really interesting, how did you meet? On the mountain, or in the Down the mountain?"

"What does this have to do with the benefactor?"

"It's related, maybe it's not. Maybe I just feel bored tonight and want to talk to someone." Yan Di gently dropped the small silk flower wrapped in gold lacquer into the water, watching the shallow ripples in the circle, She tilted her head:

"Don't be angry, it's just curiosity, I won't tell others... I never understood what love is, but today I heard the sad sound in your flute, and I felt sad, and then I couldn't help being curious .”

Wuming was silent for a while without speaking.

at this time.

All the lights in the water pavilion were taken down, and in the twilight, the majestic Qingliang Palace in the distance was as bright as daylight.Pieces of bright and clean light radiated far away, scattered into the air and into the water, the light and the sound of drums came from afar, hollow and low, causing the lake under the covered bridge to wrinkle.

"Does the benefactor also know Xiaoqiu?" Wuming whispered in the distant flames like demons dancing wildly.

"Her mother sold the property of the brothel two years ago, and then came to Taizhou City in Jiangbei, where she married Zhang Qusong, a grain merchant, as the main wife. You may not know that the manager behind Zhang Qusong is my brother Yan. make."

Yandi walked gently to Wuming's side, she had a light fragrance that could only be detected when one got close to her, it was elegant and sharp:

"On the day of Zhang Qusong's wedding, Yan Ling laughed at his stupidity. With Zhang Qusong's status as a wealthy businessman and Yan Ling's support, he could marry the daughter of a small family, but he I fell in love with a procuress of a brothel, and married her with courteous etiquette."

Seemingly thinking it was funny, Yan Di laughed:

"One is an old woman, and the other is a man in the prime of life, at least with a promising future...Master Wuming, I want to ask you, these two people who shouldn't get married are married anyway, so, that's it. Like it?"

"……like?"

Wuming lowered his head and was silent for a while.

An old woman...and a rich young man?

He thought of Xiaoqiu's mother, the always fierce bustard who was in charge of the big Qijin court.She always had extremely thick and heavy powder on her face, her figure was bloated and a little out of shape, and her temper was not virtuous and gentle. When she got angry with prostitutes, Wuming would be frightened out of her mind.

Such an old and grumpy woman is married to a young and rich man. Are they together because they like it?

do not know.

Ignorance doesn't know if this is liking, he feels that there are many things he doesn't know.There are too many and too chaotic things in this world, so many things that he feels that he can't make sense of them all his life.

"Do you like it?" He asked himself in his heart.

Those countless evenings of jumping up and down on the rockery, when countless shoulders cuddled each other, when countless whispers, and when countless intentional or inadvertent cheeks were hot.

"Is that like it?" He asked himself again in his heart.

Obviously on the last day, in the summer-filled courtyard, when Xiaoqiu said that she liked her, her eyes were sour, and she was almost on the verge of tears.

Her cheeks were burning like fire, her chest was throbbing wildly, and a heart was about to burst out...

pain.

It hurts.

The head was hurting again, as if it was splitting open, as if someone was holding an ax and saw and was digging hard on the top of the head again and again, desperately.

Is that like?

Wuming couldn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it too much. The sadness in his heart was so turbulent, it surged up inch by inch, and it almost swallowed him...

"I don't know..." He closed his eyes during the long silence, and then smiled bitterly: "I really don't know..."

"In the Buddhist precepts—"

Looking at those silent eyes, Yandi turned her head inadvertently: "If a monk gets married, what punishment should I receive?"

"Shouxin Pavilion has kept quiet for 30 years, transcribed [-] volumes of the "Singing Mind Sutra", and temporarily cut off the name of the Dharma, and should be punished by the evil wind."

"30 years? It's not a big punishment." Yan Di said, "What's going on between you and that Xie Qiu?"

"I made a vow, I can't break the vow, everyone praises me as the first in perception, I..."

He opened his mouth, and all the sorrow and bitterness on his face disappeared in an instant, lightly, silently without a trace of expression:

"I have made a vow, in this life..." Wuming took a deep breath, and quietly clenched his hands in the monk's robe: "In this life, I am determined to realize the supreme Bodhi."

……

……

……

Walking to the end of the covered bridge, and turning around a few palaces, finally, the two people who had nothing to say along the way stopped at the end of the lake.In front of him was an ancient palace, without maids, servant boys, and not even a few lamps and candles.

It is silent in the dark, like a huge monster crawling in the deep, quietly opening its mouth to passers-by.

"That's it, please come in."

Yandi left the gate of the palace heavily, and smiled at Wuming.

"Which elder of the Yan family wants to see the poor monk?" Wuming asked.

Just now, when Yandi summoned him via voice transmission, she made it clear that someone from the Yan family wanted to see her, but she never spoke about who it was.

The Yan family in Taizhou, one of the twelve rich families, was the pillar who helped Nanzheng Jianguo back then.Among the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River, Suiqu, Songyang, and Qingwu, the Yan family in Taizhou, located in the heart of Suiqu, even vaguely has the name of the emperor of the county.

What kind of relationship can there be between such a big family in the south of the Yangtze River and the Jingang Temple in Jiangbei? Why do you want to meet yourself?

"You'll know when you go." Yan Di smiled, and the phoenix crown on her head was shining brightly.

"Amitabha..." Wuming nodded helplessly, then clasped his hands together and walked in.

puff--

There is a soft feeling from the soles of the feet, as if stepping on water and grass.

In the darkness, a thin black shadow like a mouse flashed past the corner.

puff--

puff--

puff--

The surrounding area was so still that it seemed as if he could hear his own breathing.

Countless thin black shadows passed silently on the top of the head, by the feet, and around the eyes, like a school of fish swimming in chaos around the vortex, a group of demons danced in the sky and the earth, and the ignorant in the center of the palace lowered his eyebrows and kept his eyes fixed.

"Crack-"

I don't know how long it took, and finally there was a low voice.

"It has been many years since Kongfa, the fighting monk in the previous dynasty, has passed away, and no monk has come to Taizhou City to open an altar to give lectures."

The sound of the wheelchair being pushed forward gurgled, and the old laughter came from the wheelchair:

"King Kong Temple, is your Dharma name ignorance?"

　Thank you for the 2000 point reward of [Toiling], thank you for the 1100 point reward of [dualroot], thank you for the 500 point reward of [Mu Yijun], thank you for the 61 point reward of [fwefwe100], and thank you [xx] Deliberately] 100 point reward, thank you for the 100 point reward of [seeing him entertaining guests].

　　

　

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