After stealing the divorce book, Princess Salted Fish fell off her horse

Chapter 663
"Just left!" The Zhike monk was a little surprised, how could Xuanli care so much about the coming and going of an ordinary pilgrim?Such a famous temple as Baiyun Temple is full of incense.Even in the weakest time, dozens of people come to offer incense and kneel a day.

Those people have come and gone, but no one has been followed by Xuan Li!
Ordinary pilgrims can't afford him a western hall to pay attention.

A trace of uneasiness surged in the Zhike monk's heart, but he quickly calmed down again.

He didn't say anything, and he had no reason to be caught.

What he said was all the truth, the abbot was indeed participating in the Buddhist retreat, and he only hinted that the other party would donate incense money, and did not explicitly ask for it.It was the other party who left by himself, and he didn't chase him away.

So what's wrong with him?
Even if you have to look back, he has no problem at all!

Xuan Li didn't say much to him, and immediately chased him out quickly.

Mu Qingyu had already walked to the gate of the temple, and walked towards the horses under the tree over there.

Xuan Li looked left and right, there was only a young female benefactor here, and there was no one else, so it was her.

He walked over quickly and said: "The benefactor, please stay!"

Mu Qingyu was about to untie the horse, when she heard the cry and turned her head, she saw a big monk sweating from running.

She was surprised: "This master is calling me?"

Xuan Li stood still, put his hands together, and said: "Benefactor, the poor monk Xuan Li is a monk in the west hall of Baiyun Temple. By the order of the abbot, come to invite the benefactor to drink tea!"

Mu Qingyu said with a half-smile, "Is that so? Master Abbot's tea is also what I deserve?"

Xuan Li was taken aback, where did this come from?

Thinking of something, he said: "Benefactor, maybe there is some misunderstanding, but the poor monk was indeed ordered by the abbot to come to meet the benefactor!"

"Isn't the abbot in Buddhist retreat? Does he know that there are pilgrims coming to the temple?"

When Mu Qingyu asked this, she didn't mean to use the rudeness of the monk Zhike to make her feel weird, she was really curious.

The abbot's monastery is far away from the main hall here, and she only stayed here for a while, and within a few words, Xuan Li ran over, obviously knowing it in advance.

She came here on a whim, how could others know in advance?

Xuan Li only had admiration in his eyes, but he said a few more words, "Senior Brother was discussing Buddhism with us, when suddenly the incense burner fell in front of the Buddha, Senior Brother said that there is a distinguished guest and asked the poor monk to come and greet him!"

Mu Qingyu originally had a bad feeling because of the greed of the intellectual, but after Xuanyu was able to predict the foresight, his precarious trust in him returned a bit.

She said: "Don't dare to be! Master please!"

Xuan Li couldn't help but glance at Mu Qingyu.

Although he didn't know why Mu Qingyu was about to leave as soon as he arrived, he could guess what happened in the middle, thinking about the look on the guest monk's face when he came in a hurry.

He originally thought that the little girl was young and had a strong temper. Since she had an unpleasant scene, she might be relentless and coaxed, and it would be difficult to turn her head back. Unexpectedly, the other party just made an understatement, and then she was generous and polite, but Calm and calm, not the kind of flattery and flattery because of senior brother Xuanyu's ability.

He restrained his mind and said, "Please benefactor!"

Accompanied by Xuan Li, the Zhike monk looked at Mu Qingyu several times again. Why should a young woman let Xuan Li, the West Hall, come to greet her in person?Maybe relying on her looks to do some shameful things!
Although he also knew that this woman had a clear face and a calm demeanor, it was impossible for her to be such a person, but thinking that the other party did not give the sesame oil money, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, and the more he scolded in his heart.

Although Mu Qingyu didn't turn her head, she could still feel the malicious eyes of the Zhike monk staring at her.

But she didn't care about these irrelevant people.

After Xuan Li led Mu Qingyu to Xuan Yu's meditation room, he left.

He went to find three people.

Zhike Xuanting, monk value Xuanze, Liaoyuan Xuanrun.

In a monastery, the normal configuration is four heads of classes and eight deacons.

These three are the three of the eight deacons.

Zhike is in charge of reception matters; monk duty is equivalent to disciplinary pickets; Liaoyuan manages monks who travel around!

The Zhike monk at the first hall of the courtyard gate is under the supervision of Zhike Xuan Ting.

There are no new pilgrims coming at this moment, and the Zhike monk is fine, a little novice came to say that Master Xuan Ting of Baiyun Temple is welcome!

The boss wanted to see him, so the monk went immediately.

In a meditation room, as soon as Zhike entered the door, he saw Xuan Li, Xuan Ting, Xuan Ze, and Xuan Run all present, and couldn't help being startled.

But he still saluted very quickly: "Jian Shen has met some senior uncles!"

Xuan Ze said: "Jian Shen, how long have you been at Baiyun Temple to place orders?"

Jian Shen said: "It's been three years since I returned to Master Uncle!"

Xuanze turned to look at Xuanrun.

Xuanrun nodded.

Xuanze said again: "How long have you been a Zhike monk?"

Jian Shen thought of the young woman before, wouldn't he?Wouldn't it be because he said a few unpleasant words to the woman that he worked a squad leader and three deacons to teach him?
He knew that he was not a native monk of Baiyun Temple, and he had been in the temple for three years, so he was considered an old man.Don't treat him like this for a pilgrim.

However, whether the temple's incense is at its peak depends on those pilgrims.Who told him that he was caught now?So he said with a very good attitude: "The little monk has been serving as a confidant monk for seven months."

The monks who placed the order mainly exchanged and studied Buddhism, and generally seldom participated in related affairs in the temple.

But Jianshen used to be the chief seat next to the abbot in other monasteries. He has a certain management ability, and he is also able to help. Because of the rules and regulations, he was transferred to Zhike monk.

Xuanze said: "What is the responsibility of a monk who knows guests?"

"Receive the pilgrims who come and go, and lead them to entrust their hearts to the Buddha... Every evening, count the merit box in the hall in charge..." He explained what ordinary monks should do in one breath.

Xuan Ting sighed softly and said, "All living beings are equal, isn't it?"

"Of course!"

"The four elements are all empty, isn't it?"

"Of course!"

"Since all living beings are equal, why do you regard pilgrims as different?"

"Uncle, there is no such thing as a monk, in the eyes of a monk, all living beings are the same!"

Xuanze said indifferently: "Five days ago, there was a pilgrim who came with patched clothes. You just ignored him. After him, a pilgrim who came with silk and satin came. You greeted the front and the back with great hospitality! This happened more than once, we wait Don’t tell me, you don’t know when we’re not there?”

Seeing deep eyes trembling sharply, he murmured: "No, nothing..."

He is an instructing guest monk, and he is in charge of the front hall, and he has a good eye, but when there are monks in charge of the temple passing by, he will behave well.

Xuanze said again: "Three months ago, the merit box in the front hall has been abnormal every day, don't you know?"

"For example, how is it abnormal?" Jian Shen's forehead was sweating.

He has been a Zhigu monk for seven months. At the beginning, he didn't dare to do small tricks. It was exactly three months ago. He didn't dare to take too much at first, but he found that no one noticed once or twice. Later, he became more courageous. He took a third of the number.

The sesame oil money was voluntarily given by the pilgrims, sometimes more, sometimes less, the pilgrims would not go around talking about it, and no one would look at it when they gave it.
Xuanze snorted lightly, and said lightly, "Do you think that no one will notice what you do?"

"Little monk, I haven't done anything!"

"The monks are full of lies, greedy for money, snobbish, and utilitarian! See deep, you'd better go back to your original temple!"

What he did will also be told to the abbot of his original temple.

Such a person, how can there be half a trace of a monk in his body?
Seeing that Shen's face changed drastically, he wanted to quibble, but with such a big battle, it was obvious that he had his handle.

Unexpectedly, because of his bad attitude towards a little girl, he would be punished like this!
He was filled with hatred.

But he never thought that those things he did would be discovered sooner or later, not because of the pilgrim he offended today, but because of the karma he created himself!

Mu Qingyu didn't know that Xuan Li turned around and went to clean the door.

Xuan Yu met Mu Qingyu in the Palace of Heavenly Kings.

The bodhisattvas in the hall are solemn and solemn, and the atmosphere is solemn.

Xuan Yu sat on the futon, twisting the rosary in his hands.

Seeing Mu Qingyu, he opened his eyes.

Mu Qingyu's eyes moved. This serious, well-groomed, solemn and compassionate look was the same as the one in the dream, but it was different from the last time he saw it.

He said: "Master Mu, come today, but are you confused?"

Mu Qingyu said: "Master, I want to see my longevity lamp!"

Xuan Yu raised his white eyebrows, and looked at her with steadfast eyes.

Mu Qingyu looked at him without speaking.

Xuan Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Master Mu, who told you that you have a longevity lamp in this temple?"

"Isn't there?" She was indeed not sure about the things in the dream.

Xuan Yu said: "Yes!"

He stood up and said, "Master Mu, come with me!"

Xuan Yu led her to a side hall, where there were no Buddha statues, but there were Buddha statue reliefs on the wall, and the reliefs were thought-provoking stories.

The strange thing is that it is not a Buddhist Zen story. There are civilians, ordinary people, generals, women, beggars, emperors, and officials...

This hall is very spacious, and there are three rows of shelves placed one by one on the north wall.

There were three lamps on the first shelf, two on the second, and only one on the third.

The arrangement of the shelves does not make people feel cramped or dull, the light of the lamp is dim and yellow, but the wick is stable!
Mu Qingyu said, "Which one is mine?"

Xuan Yu said: "That one!" He was referring to the innermost one.

Mu Qingyu approached slowly, when she looked at the lamp, her eyes froze, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Xuan Yu.

The oil in the five lamps in front is clear yellow and transparent, but the oil that Duxuanyu is pointing at is red, like fresh blood.

Xuan Yu said slowly: "The lamp oil is red, it is poured with the blood of the heart. During the whole process, if his heart is even slightly dishonest, the lamp will be extinguished by itself. The quality of the donor's lamp is clear red, and its color is like blood. At least it is flammable. 49 years!"

Mu Qingyu's voice was low: "Your monastery offers longevity lamps, do you need your heart and soul?"

"That's not the case." Xuan Yu said: "There are 49 kinds of offerings in the longevity lamp, only the ultimate one needs to be offered with heart and soul, and it takes a long time, and if there is a dishonesty in the middle, Or if the body is hard to support, all previous efforts will be wasted! So most people don’t take this method.”

He pointed to the first one: "The long-lived lamp offered by this layman is lit with ordinary lamp oil. Kneel down for 49 days. You can be a vegetarian and chant scriptures!"

Pointing to the second lamp again: "This one is too!"

Mu Qingyu was silent for a moment, then turned to Xuan Yu: "Master, do you believe that there is a dream in this world?"

"Who dreamed?"

Mu Qingyu paused, and said, "My mother!" Or you?

The small eyes on Xuan Yu's old face gathered light, they were actually brighter than the lamp: "Mu Shizhu, have you seen Lingtang's bones?"

Mu Qingyu was stunned: "Why do you ask that? Could it be that there is really a dream, and you still want to see the bones?"

Xuan Yu asked: "You said that Lingtang entrusted the dream, besides the longevity lamp, what else is there in the dream?"

Mu Qingyu told the first half of the dream.

Xuan Yu confirmed: "This is not a dream, this is a reappearance. The pill that the old monk gave Lingtang to eat did not contain Lingtang's weak body due to blessings, but the old monk's calculation that Lingtang's life is not over. But she has the appearance of violent death, and I feel pity for a moment, so I use it to accumulate her soul!"

He didn't think his words were so unbelievable, or in his eyes, Mu Qingyu herself was not an ordinary person.His experience is equally unbelievable.

He said: "Sure enough, less than half a year after praying for blessings, I heard that Lingtang's fragrance disappeared. What you saw in your dream was because of the effect of the Divine Pill, Lingtang had the deepest memory in the year before her death. The recurrence of what matters."

So the real dream is actually the dream behind her?
"Then why do you have to see her corpse?"

Xuan Yu sighed, and said: "Lingtang is the person who gave Yunshen Pill to me, so I saw the process of Lingtang's burial. The coffin was put into the crypt, but it was full of black dog blood and rooster blood. Even if Lingtang once served Yun Shen Pill, the soul will be stronger than ordinary people, but the dirty blood will suppress the soul so that it cannot leave the coffin. If you have never opened the coffin and seen the bones of Lingtang, it is impossible to know the longevity lamp, and it is impossible to find it. My old man!"

Mu Qingyu understood, that is to say, although Pei Yi took the Yunshen Pill and her soul was stronger than ordinary people, but Mu Mingyuan felt guilty after killing her, otherwise, when a relative was buried, he would throw black dogs on the coffin Blood and rooster blood?

More than ten years have passed, time has covered up the evil, and she opened the coffin at night, so it is impossible to know that there is such a thing as black dog blood.

A villain like Mu Mingyuan is still in a high position, pampered and at large.

Because of the effect of Yunshen Pill, and because the bones were beside her, Pei Yi couldn't wait to see the daughter she had been thinking of last night.

Mu Qingyu raised her head: "Why did my mother never do evil, but ended up like this? Why is the person who killed my mother still unscathed, enjoying glory and wealth? Therefore, good people don't live long, and no one will pay for evil ?"

The Pei family just married a daughter, so why was their blood drained by the wicked, and the family was ruined?

Xuan Yu shook his head: "Amitabha, when all karma exists in the world, good and evil will be rewarded in the end! Will the benefactor let the person who hurt the court be free?"

"will not!"

Xuan Yu laughed and said, "Look, this is cause and effect! It's just that the time has not yet come!"

Before the laughter fell, suddenly, a monk let out a miserable scream and fell outside the hall covered in blood.

(End of this chapter)