Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Song Yanqing turned his head and looked over, as expected, there was a young monk squatting there holding a copper plate from inside.

The bronze bell on the mountain rang again and again, and the heavy Sanskrit sound seemed to fall from the sky. Everything became grand and holy with the morning dew, but the little monk looked like he was secretly seeing Qian's eyes open.

Seeing the two approaching, he unhurriedly put the copper plate into his cuffs, clasped his hands together, and put on an appearance made of jade that is merciful to the Buddha, and he said kindly, "You two little benefactors, I want to burn incense. ? Or do you want to pray to Buddha?"

Song Yanqing wanted to return the gift, but saw that Chu Shouzi turned her eyes and ignored him and went straight up the steps. She was confused and forgot to give the gift, and was stopped by the little monk just as she took a step up.

"The almsgiver stay here." The little monk still looked like a bird flying high in the sky, took out a green lottery container from behind, and shook it, "Since the almsgiver is here, just draw a lot, my Buddha is merciful, and I will definitely help you." Point out the maze."

Song Yanqing looked at the little monk with sugar and cake scum on the corner of his mouth, and thought of Chu Shou who was climbing up the stairs. He suddenly became interested, leaning on the white stone railing, and asked: "There is a big Buddha on the mountain, why bother to come to you?" Ask for a signature?"

The little monk squinted his eyes with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "Everyone worships the big Buddha, and the big Buddha is tired of it, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't work, you are the only one here, poor monk, and you will pay three for the fake one."

The little monk spoke sincerely, his eyes were clear and clear, but it was difficult for people to refuse.

Song Yanqing smiled, nodded and said, "Well, it's not a loss."

"Amitabha, may I ask, what is the benefactor asking for?" The little monk looked Song Yanqing's clothes up and down, and continued to ask: "Official luck? Wealth luck? Or... Marriage?"

"Official luck and fortune are all controlled by oneself. As for marriage..." Song Yanqing said, looking up at Chu Shou's figure resting on his knees on the stairs, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, "As for marriage, it's not even good. Not even retreat."

The little monk smiled again, got his answer, and began to shake the green bamboo stick barrel. Soon a bamboo stick was shaken to the ground, and he bent over to pick it up, blowing off the dust attached to it, and his His eyes scanned the small print on it, and he smiled knowingly.

"The marriage that the benefactor obtained was a lottery."

Song Yanqing was startled, and murmured: "Place the lottery..."

So...is it right to push away?But why is he so sad in his heart?

He laughed, and touched the place next to his heart, obviously he was injured, do you like it so much?
"As the saying goes: When a flower is worthy of being broken, it must be broken. Don't wait for the flower to fall into nothing to break the branch." The little monk said, licking off the white sugar cake from the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands together and bowed in worship, and said: "One thought, thousands of rivers and mountains; one thought, the vicissitudes of life, Suffering is not suffering, pleasure is not pleasure..."

"Bitter is not bitter? Le is not happy? What's the next sentence?" Chu Shou walked down step by step with his arms folded around his chest, examining the little monk.

"Uh..." The little monk faltered a few times, and took out a booklet from his pocket with a smile on his face. There were densely written small characters on it, and the handwriting was a bit scribbled. He held the booklet in front of his eyes, raised his hand and flipped through a few pages, and finally found it. , Shaking his head and continuing: "Suffering is not suffering, happiness is not pleasure. If the benefactor is obsessed with one thought, he will be trapped in one thought; if he lets go of one thought, he will be at ease in his heart..."

"Amitabha." He finished "reciting" aloud, very satisfied, and bowed with palms together.

Chu Shou snorted, stood in front of Song Yanqing a few steps, put his hips on his hips, and said, "Hui Yuan, you are used to bluffing and deceiving, why haven't you memorized it?"

Huiyuan squinted his eyes and shook his head, and responded, "The poor monk has a Buddha in his heart, so he can't tolerate anything else."

Chu Shou smiled lowly, turned his head without saying a word, just grabbed Song Yanqing's hand, and climbed up the steps again.

"Two benefactors!"

The two of them turned around and looked at Huiyuan, who was shouting to stop, with puzzled eyes.

Huiyuan raised his hand slowly, stretched out three fingers, and said with a smile on his face, "One sign for three copper coins, small business, no credit."

Song Yanqing smiled, took out the copper plate, and threw it over. Hui Yuan held it in the palm of his hand, and placed it safely in his arms along with the copper plate he had stolen just now.

Chu Shou pulled back the hand that was on his wrist, and said angrily, "Why did you really give it to him? He used to talk to everyone, just a few words back and forth."

"What he said is reasonable and very pleasing." Song Yanqing turned his head and looked at Chu Shou with a smile. Chu Shou was dazed, seeing him smiling, as if the figure in Hanyuan flashed by and came back again like.

Song Yanqing turned his wrist, held the little hand holding him in the palm of his hand, and walked up with enthusiasm, and said in a brisk tone: "Go, go to worship Buddha."

Chu Shou watched him hold his hand tightly, followed his footsteps step by step in a daze, "Didn't you never believe in Buddhism?"

"Why are you eavesdropping on others?" Song Yanqing retorted with a smile.

Chu Shou took two steps in one step, and grabbed his wrist with the other hand, looked sideways at his dark eyes, stared at his eyes and tried to explain, but smiled roundly at the corner of his mouth and said: "I didn't... I'm very Respect your..."

"really?"

"Really! Ah Zhi! I am the best person in the world..."

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"One wish to end hardships and happiness, the second wish to get what you think, and the third wish that the people you miss are always healthy and worry-free."

Song Yanqing knelt on the futon respectfully, folded his hands together, and slowly opened his eyes after he finished reading in his heart.

He looked up at the majestic big Buddha, feeling as if he was looking up at him. The big Buddha showed a benevolent face, half-browed eyebrows, slightly closed benevolent eyes, wide-eyed sentient beings.

Sitting in the hall, the big Buddha is three feet high and resplendent in gold and green. The statues on both sides have different postures and are equally lifelike.

The lamps in front of the Buddha are dotted with stars, and the incense is very strong. The wonderful fragrance spreads widely, dispelling ignorance and ignorance, breaking the darkness and dispelling confusion, and then looking at the Buddha, one can't help but feel solemn.

Chu Shou didn't enter the main hall, but just waited outside. There was a black cat with green eyes lying in the corner outside, and a yellow cat with white belly slipped straight into the main hall from her hand, lying on the futon lazily licking its paws.

The little monk on the side stared at Chu Shou's every move. He didn't know why, but the first temple rule that the abbot told him on the first day he entered the temple was "Forbid Princess Ruchuan to step into the main hall".

This thing is to be blamed on that monster monk Huiyuan. Chu Shou was deceived by him before and believed in him. He said that there was an ancient black iron Buddha head on the third level of the mountain. If Huiyuan hadn't caught his obsession with ancient classics , and it would not be possible to touch into the third-tier forbidden area of ​​Fodu Temple with him overnight, let alone be resisted by the monks of the whole temple to such an extent-"Princess Liuchuan has been coveting the Buddha's head for a long time."

Song Yanqing got up, reached out to insert the incense burner into the incense burner, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked out the door. Chu Shou was squatting and teasing the cat. He raised his head and said something to the little monk. The cat ran away, and the little monk also left.

There was a meowing sound coming from beside me, and I saw the little gold-haired tiger hunched its tail, arched its back, and ran out of the hall in a flash.

A man walked out from behind the Buddha, with white jade beads wrapped around his wrists, each of them was round and clear, Zhao Wou-ki wore his hair and plain clothes, clasped his hands together and worshiped: "Lord Song, you are safe here."

It's the same sentence again.

Song Yanqing turned around and saw the Buddhist beads wrapped around his hands, his eyes sank and sank, and he laughed after a long time, he turned his head to look at the man sitting on the threshold obediently, but his eyes turned warm.

Zhao Wou-ki followed his line of sight, and couldn't help clenching his teeth. Three years ago, he also had this prayer bead wrapped around his hands. On a rainy night, he took a small bottle of Song Yanqing's heart blood with his own hands. It was a white porcelain medicine bottle with With a little pear blossom.

He tightened his eyes, and there was an unconcealable hatred in his eyes. He really, really hated the way Song Yanqing looked at Chu Shou at this moment, "I really regret that I didn't kill you that night."

After Song Yan listened, he turned his eyes and replied with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hasn't the little King Zhongshan already received a ring scar? How can he be so open-minded in front of the Buddha."

A sullen look flashed in Zhao Wou-ki's eyes, he turned his head left and right, covering his neck with all the drooping black hair.

He is a prince, so naturally he can't enter the Buddha and become a monk safely, but only here can his manic heart be at peace. Every time he loses control, he asks Huiyuan to tap a spot on his neck.

"She needs to stay away from you, an ominous person, so that she can be safe and happy." Zhao Wuji said every word clearly. He told him three years ago at the gate of Hanyuan that he, Song Yanqing, should not have appeared. over there.

Song Yanqing took a few more sticks of incense, raised his hand to borrow the fire, and asked indifferently, "How long was she sick at that time?"

Zhao Wuji thought of those days when Chu Shou was lingering in the sick bed, and seeing the calm and calm words of the person in front of him, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and said fiercely: "From the day you decided to leave Hanyuan, after New Year's Eve, and then next year Spring is over, and it won't be until late summer! How long did you say you were sick?"

When the incense was ignited, he bowed reverently, closed his hands, lowered his eyes for a moment in thought, sneered, turned around and approached Zhao Wuji slowly, his eyes were deep and his voice was cold: "So...you have tried your best to find someone to pretend to be her." , and took the golden arrow, and asked her to stab my heart with her own hands, is she wanting my blood?"

Song Yanqing said sentence by sentence, thinking of that rainy night, the carriage was smashed, and he fell into the rain. The rain was so heavy that he couldn't hear any sound. While fighting, a familiar voice came from her ear, and she called him "Ah Zhi" in a low voice, and he let go of the hand that was clenched to the hilt of the sword by his side, as if resigned to his fate.

Before he could utter the word "Qingqing", the familiar golden arrow in his hand pierced straight into his heart. The woman wore a black gauze hat and a green dress, no matter how you looked at it... It's the person he misses.

He recalled his despair, recalled his strong hatred, recalled the momentary despair, confusion, anger, confusion, and pain, recalled what Zao Wou-ki said at the gate of Hanyuan, and Chu Shou kept chanting Yes, the magnolia handle that he has been thinking about is actually to use it to treat his illness.

The love is as deep as grass, it turned out that he threw the love into the wild grass with his own hands.

As he spoke, his voice trembled uncontrollably, forcing Zao Wou-ki to retreat again and again.

Zhao Wuji smiled provocatively, responded to Song Yanqing's cold eyes when he looked at him, and said lightly: "So what?"

"Zhao Qianzhi..." He called his name in a low voice coldly, his eyes were cold, Zhao Wou-ki's eyes flickered slightly, but he refused to give in, he even lifted the wrist wrapped with Buddhist beads and shook it, He continued: "If it wasn't for keeping you, it would still be useful. I wish I could pierce your heart with my own hands."

Three years is like a joke, so what is his avoidance and rejection to Chu Shou?
For three years, he blamed her for three years, regretted himself for three years, what was the three years of indifference, and the three years of deliberately missing her?
Song Yanqing clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were scarlet, she suddenly raised her hand and clenched Zao Wou-ki's neckline, pressing him step by step.

"A Zhi!"

Chu Shou's clear voice pulled him back again. He suddenly lowered his head, lost his breath, stopped in his tracks, let go of his hand, and clenched his hand tightly again, with his phalanx protruding.

The streaks of sunlight were blocked by the heavy lintel of the main hall, only a few beams were left to cast a silhouette on his face, but the colors were vague but not clear.

Song Yanqing pursed his lips, turned around as if making up his mind, strode out of the hall, took Chu Shou's hand, and disappeared in front of the hall.

After witnessing everything, Zhao Wou-ki staggered a few steps and sat on the side of the futon, unable to hide the loneliness in his eyes, he couldn't help laughing.

He will not regret everything he has done with his own hands. The young eagle fell in love with the young rabbit. Unless its wings are cut off, how can it die well?

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"How are you?"

Chu Shou was dragged down the steps. She staggered and felt a little weightless. She leaned back and pulled on the railing tightly for resistance, but she couldn't resist the person who was walking in front.

"My leg hurts, you might as well push me and let me roll down the steps."

Song Yanqing pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly stopped in her tracks again, making Chu Shou very confused, just now she saw him pressing on Zhao Wuji step by step, and she yelled out, the two of them didn't meet each other before. Deal with it, don't fight here right now...

Unexpectedly, Song Yanqing let go of her hand, walked in front of her, bowed and said, "Come up."

Chu Shou was stunned for a moment, then turned to say: "In the public... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he carried her on his back. Chu Shou wrapped his neck around him, cool and cool, and naturally put his face on his shoulder. When he was in the cold garden, he picked herbs and went down the mountain. She was so tired When he couldn't walk on the road, he also carried Song Yan on his back like this, but the mountains in Youbei were full of mountain paths, which were not as easy to walk as this stone plank road.

"Zhao Wou-ki is sick, sometimes he loses control of his emotions, and scolds everyone he sees, so don't argue with him." Chu Shou said in a low voice.

Song Yanqing sneered, with dark eyes, and replied: "If I am sicker than him, can you just look at me and not him?"

"Ah?" Chu Shou was puzzled, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, "What are you doing compared with him? Illness is the worst."

After Song Yan listened, her heart tightened. Although she loved making medicines most at that time, she was most afraid of taking medicines.

The corners of his eyes couldn't help but sour, so he readily responded: "Okay... I won't argue with him anymore."

He has missed it for three years, and from now on, he doesn't want to miss it again.