The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 483 Extra Seventeen: Meeting the Old Man Again

Five years later, Ah Jiu was ten years old.

She lived in Yutangshan and Yujiuqing for five years, growing from a baby to a little girl.

"The Buddha said: Dependent birth is extinction, conditioned origin is emptiness."

"There is a kind of encounter called passing by, there is a kind of relationship called deep love, and there is a kind of ending called end of the song."

——"Master Lian Ruo"

In the past five years, the love-breaking Gu in Yu Jiuqing's heart has not awakened again.

When Ah Jiu was ten years old, Gillian was eight years old.

In mid-March, Yun Ranyue and Nan Zhuohua were going to take A-Jiao to the outside world to pay homage to Nan Shaoyin and Gu Qingyun, and also took A-Jiao to meet a few people by the way.

Before preparing to leave, when Nan Zhuohua was packing her things, she accidentally found a lot of purses. Each purse has a different shape, from ugly to delicate, like the person who embroidered the purse, who was unfamiliar with him at the beginning. To the proficient in the back.

Nan Zhuohua looked at those purses, and those things from that year came to his mind.

These purses were given to her by Jun Elegy when he was dying, and they were all embroidered for him by Bixi, and he was never willing to throw one away. Later, Nan Zhuohua collected all these purses.

This time I went to the outside world but turned it out unintentionally, maybe it was all fate.

"Mother."

Gillian ran over. At the age of eight, he had already grown a lot, his small face was sharp and angular, and his eyebrows and eyes were more similar to Yun Ranyue.

Yun Ranyue has packed up and waited outside, he came to urge Nan Zhuohua.

When he saw those purses, he was curious: "Mother, did you embroider these purses?"

Nan Zhuohua chuckled and shook his head: "No, it was embroidered by a sister."

"Why is she embroidering so many purses?" Gillian was puzzled.

Nan Zhuohua looked down at the purse in his hand: "She was embroidered for her sweetheart."

"But why are they all here with mother? It's because the sweetheart doesn't like her, so did she give it to mother?" Gillian thought.

Nan Zhuohua looked back at him intently, and shook his head for a moment: "No, her sweetheart also likes her very much, but she hasn't had time to tell her yet."

When Jun Elegy was dying, he told her that he liked Bixi very much, but he didn't have time to say it.

"Oh."

Gillian responded, picked up one of the purses and looked at it, he seemed to have a feeling of deja vu.

Nan Zhuohua picked a few and handed them to Gillian: "When you return to the outside world, you will meet many girls. If you like one, you can give these purses to her."

"I don't like anyone, so I don't want to give it away," A Jiao looked away arrogantly.

Nan Zhuohua laughed: "What if there is someone you like?"

He said again: "If you like it, you can give it away, if you don't like it, you don't give it away, it depends on your own mood."

"Okay," Gillian replied reluctantly. Although he didn't know why his mother asked him to do this, he still obediently put away his purse.

Although he is only about eight years old now, he is no longer as ignorant about love affairs as he was when he was two or three years old. He already knows what liking and love are.

Nan Zhuohua packed his things, took Gillian to find Yun Ranyue, and went to the outside world together.

Five days later, several people arrived outside.

Now the emperor of the outside world, when Yan returned, the original four kingdoms had been unified and merged into one big country, and the name of the country was changed to Tianqi Dynasty.

After arriving at the Imperial Capital, the streets were bustling and bustling, the country was safe and peaceful, and the world was peaceful. It can be seen that Yan returned to take care of Tianqi very well.

Nan Zhuohua learned from the common people that when Yan returned home, he and Jing Yici had a very good relationship, and now they have a pair of twins, who are the same age as Gillian, both around eight years old.

But now Jing Yici is pregnant with another child, it has been eight or nine months, and it is almost time to give birth.

Hearing the people's praise for Yan's return, Nan Zhuohua was sincerely happy, she knew that Ah Shi would be a wise king.

Nan Zhuohua did not go to the palace to disturb Yan Guishi, but went directly to the foot of Lingyin Temple to worship Nan Shaoyin and Gu Qingyun.

Since returning to God's Domain, she and Yun Ranyue have been busy with things and have no time to come to Tianqi, and they only come to worship once every two or three years.

But every time she came to worship, the graves of Nan Shaoyin and Gu Qingyun were very clean, and she knew that Gu Zhijin was taking care of them.

The day they came was the annual blessing day of Lingyin Temple on the mountain. After worshiping Nan Shaoyin and Gu Qingyun, the three of them were going to burn a stick of incense on the mountain.

Nan Zhuohua came to Lingyin Temple once in the past, and it was the first time to worship Nan Shaoyin with Gu Zhijin. Later, when it rained, they took shelter in Lingyin Temple.

I still remember meeting Jing Moyan at Lingyin Temple.

At that time, Lingyin Temple was very deserted, and there were not many people who came to offer incense, but today Lingyin Temple is very lively, and most of the people who come here are female relatives, and most of them come to pray for marriage or children.

When the three of them came to the gate, they were met by a young novice monk who guided them. When they arrived at the hall where the Buddha statue was enshrined, Nan Zhuohua lit a stick of incense, prayed a few words in his heart, and then put some silver in the merit box.

After leaving the lobby, Gillian wanted to go to the bathroom, so Yun Ranyue followed him.

Nan Zhuohua walked around the temple casually while waiting for the two of them.

When I passed by a living room, there was a master looking at the physiognomy, surrounded by many people, all of whom were drawing lots for divination.

Nan Zhuohua came to the door, wanting to see the excitement, but when his eyes touched the master sitting in the middle, he froze on the spot in a daze.

"Madam drew the top lottery, which is auspicious. Given time, Madam will definitely conceive an heir. Just take care of your body during this time."

"This girl has been lucky recently. Within this year, she will find a lover and have a good marriage."

The voice is as gentle as jade, as clear as the moon, like a spring breeze. The man is wearing a red cassock, with a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his fingers. Even with a bald head and no black hair, he still can't hide the nobleness of his body. Always with a slight smile.

Nan Zhuohua stared blankly at the familiar silhouette of the man, his eyes dazed for a long time.

Xu Shi felt the light in her eyes, and the man looked back at her, his clear eyes were not stained with the world of mortals, he nodded and smiled at Nan Zhuohua lightly, with just a light glance, he immediately looked back and continued to show the pilgrims.

It seems that he doesn't know Nan Zhuohua well.

But Nan Zhuohua knew him.

After a while, the pilgrims were almost gone, the man got up, clasped his hands together and saluted, and said in a gentle voice, "Madam, do you want to divination?"

Nan Zhuohua shook his head: "I'm waiting for my husband and son."

"Yaoyao."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Ranyue's voice sounded behind him. Nan Zhuohua smiled lightly at the man, didn't say much, just nodded slightly, then turned and left.

She walked up to Yun Ranyue, took his hand, and smiled lightly: "Yue Ya'er, I seem to have met an old friend."

Yun Ranyue raised her eyebrows, looked back at the man in cassock at the door, her eyes were slightly condensed, and she looked back and said: "Well, it is indeed an old friend."

The man only glanced at the backs of the two leaving, as if they were strangers who had never met before, and sat down to divination again.

Nan Zhuohua asked the little novice who was seeing off the guests: "Why didn't you see Master Huishan in the temple?"

Master Huishan is the abbot of Lingyin Temple, and Nan Zhuohua met him when he first came here.

The little novice said: "Master Huishan passed away three years ago, and now Master Lianruo is in charge."

As he spoke, he pointed to Nan Zhuohua the man in cassock sitting behind him in the living room.

"Master Lianruo..." Nan Zhuohua pondered, "Is that the Prince Jingli from the Jing dynasty?"

"Yes, but I heard from Master Huishan before that Master Lianruo has lost his memory and has forgotten everything about the past."

While walking, the little monk was talking about the events of the past.

Back then, Master Huishan and Jing Moyan had a very good relationship, and Jing Moyan often went up the mountain to play chess with him. Master Huishan said that he was destined to be with the Buddhist family.

Later, Master Huishan gave Jing Moyan a divination and gave him eight words: Survive a catastrophe, return to basics.

These eight words summed up Jing Moyan's fate.

Later, it became a prophecy.

Perhaps there is a definite destiny in the dark, when Jing Moyan fell off the cliff from the snow mountain, he happened to be rescued by Master Huishan, who traveled all over the world, and was taken to Lingyin Temple to recuperate.

When Jing Moyan woke up, he had already lost all his memories.

Master Huishan said, this is the best ending.

Jing Moyan developed a strong interest in Buddhism during the time he was recuperating in Lingyin Temple. He used to come to Lingyin Temple often when he did not lose his memory. At that time, he was not interested in Buddhism because his mind was not calm at that time. , I want too many things.

Now everything is back to basics, the past he has forgotten is equivalent to letting go of the past.

He stayed in Lingyin Temple to study Buddhism with Master Huishan. When he reached the highest level, Master Huishan passed away and passed on the precept to him.

Perhaps this is all fate, as Master Huishan said, Jing Moyan was destined to be a Buddha, and in the end he ordained ordained to become a monk and converted to Buddhism.

When he walked to the door, Nan Zhuohua suddenly took out a hundred taels of silver and gave it to the little monk.

The little novice was stunned, and quickly waved his hands: "The monks never take money from others, and ask the female benefactor to take it back."

"Little Master misunderstood," Nan Zhuo said with a smile: "This is the incense money I donated to the temple, I just want Master Lianruo to help me."

"So that's the case, please tell me, benefactor," the little novice relaxed.

Nan Zhuohua said: "There is a tomb at the foot of the mountain with the name 'Gu Qingyun' written on it. It is the tomb of my sister. I am far away. It is inconvenient to come every time. I also invite Master Lian Ruo to come here on weekdays. When you have nothing to do, sweep the grave for my sister, so as not to grow weeds on the grave."

The little novice thought for a while, and replied: "It's a little effort, I will tell Master Lianruo."

"Thank you."

This can be regarded as doing Gu Qingyun a favor, she died because of Jing Moyan, and she couldn't let him go until she died, Jing Moyan should also visit her.

In the next few years, every time Nan Zhuohua came to worship again, Gu Qingyun's tomb was very clean, and there were also bodhi fruits, sometimes fresh and sometimes dry.

She knew that Jing Moyan would occasionally come to visit Gu Qingyun's grave.

Besides, at this time, after Nan Zhuohua and Yun Ranyue left Lingyin Temple, they took Gillian to a countryside.

It is the late spring season in March, and the countryside is full of green grass and red flowers, green mountains and green waters, and the earthen houses are scattered high and low, forming a landscape.

The carriage stopped in front of a door, Yun Ranyue got out of the car, and gently knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)