Yu Jun

"It's Miss Mo's Women's Army!"

"Indecent!"

"Pooh!"

"I am a dignified man, not as good as that skirt hairpin."

Among the countless words and gazes, another gaze came from the horse, the sedan chair, and the restaurant.

Those rich and powerful children, they have seen Mo Lingfeng's arrogance, Mo Qianlan's pampering, and her indifferent and arrogant treatment of her parents. At this time, they looked at Mo Lingfeng on the horse, wanting to see Mo Qianlan Has Lan's coma shattered her pride? Is she a crystal ball that will shatter at the slightest turmoil.

It's a pity that they didn't get what they wanted. What she saw in her eyes was still Mo Lingfeng's arrogance, indifference, and disdain. She casually swept over these people, showing her identity.

A young female military officer holding a heavy soldier.

Don't even think about throwing stones at you!

In the eyes of everyone, Yin Bei and Wu Jin fell to the back of the team, appearing insignificant.

Wu Jin ignored the filthy words. Seeing many women, she lifted the curtain and cast envious eyes.

What they envy is freedom.

This army of women, like a gust of wind, quietly blows into their hearts, and lifts an exit from the cage that imprisoned them—there is no limit to the road, and they can still join the army.

In the midst of all the attention, the group arrived outside the temple. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, there are already many people. In addition, the autumn festival is not over yet, and there are countless people who come to burn incense. People come and go, so it's very lively.

Yin Bei got off his horse and went first to explain his purpose to the abbot of the temple. Mo Lingfeng got off his horse, put on the whip, and asked Yin Nan to tie the horse. He straightened his clothes in front of the mountain gate, smoothed his clothes, and turned to Wu Jin behind him, saying, "Wu Jin, let's go."

Holding the red lacquer sandalwood box in both hands, Wu Jin followed closely behind Mo Lingfeng and stepped into the mountain gate together.

As soon as they entered the mountain gate, everyone's ears suddenly became quiet, and all worldly affairs were cut off behind the mountain gate, and thousands of troubles disappeared in the Sanskrit sound.

After stepping on the Buddhist incense, an old monk in the temple led two young monks to greet him, and bowed together: "Tan Da De, please follow me."

Mo Lingfeng imitated his appearance and returned the salute, and followed him all the way to the Daxiong Palace.

Although there were many pilgrims, the temple was not noisy, but it still attracted people's attention along the way. When they reached the main hall, there were more people worshiping Buddha. The monk led them to wait outside and waited until there were few people before entering.

The main hall is magnificent with green tiles and green tiles. Sakyamuni, Amitabha Buddha and Medicine Buddha III Buddha are enshrined inside. The east and west walls are eighteen arhats.

Mo Lingfeng took the sandalwood square box from Wu Jin, and lifted the lid of the box: "Master, here is the list of 130 soldiers who died in battle. The name, age, and place of the deceased are all here. Please ask the Master to enshrine the death card on your behalf. Men and women leave the evil realm and reincarnate in the heavenly world."

As soon as this remark came out, the pilgrims who were still paying their respects suddenly became quiet, quietly stepped aside, and looked at Mo Lingfeng and the Detachment of Women.

The smoke and blood on the battlefield suddenly filled the main hall, making the pilgrims have to be in awe - they have not yet become the souls of the sword, not relying on the Buddha, but relying on the blood of the soldiers.

The old monk took the register and felt it was extremely heavy. He said "Amitabha", placed the register in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, and then led Mo Lingfeng and his party to kneel down in front of the statue.

The old monk was in front, and Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin knelt down next to each other.

Twenty female soldiers behind them also knelt down before the Buddha.

When the crazy heart stops, the rest is Bodhi.

Everyone bowed their heads and stretched out their palms to meet the Buddha, turned their backs to the dust and closed their eyes, turned the turbidity back to the pure, and worshiped to the end.

Wu Jin looked at Mo Lingfeng unconsciously, and saw that Mo Lingfeng's face was stable, his palms were open, his fingers were soft and slender, and his fingertips were pink like a lotus flower. His heart was blooming in front of the Buddha.

The pilgrim held his breath, and the hall was silent for a moment. The subtle sounds of the hem of the clothes being rubbed, the sound of the thick incense ash accumulated on the Buddha incense breaking, and the twists and turns of the body due to kneeling were all clearly audible.

After three prostrations, Mo Lingfeng stood up and looked at the Buddha statue without blinking.

The Buddha statue is tall, one foot and three feet tall, towering under the caisson, occupying the central axis, impermanent, merciful, three ways and six ways, four births and ten categories, all under the eyes of the Buddha.

The monks were in awe of this Buddha statue, and the pilgrims on the side did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the Buddha. The soldiers behind her were also praying for the blessing of the Buddha.

Even the Mo family army on the battlefield was grateful to her for giving the dead soldiers a life card. They believed that they could get such a card after they died, and write their names and origins on it, so that they could eliminate the killing karma and get happiness from suffering. Get rid of reincarnation as soon as possible.

But Mo Lingfeng had nothing to say to the Buddha.

The old monk took down the roster and led the younger monks to the apse to write the death card. Mo Lingfeng led the soldiers out of the main hall, not in a hurry to leave the mountain gate, but went to the apse.

When the pilgrims saw her group, they looked sideways, and when they heard that they were here to enshrine the death tablets for the soldiers who died in battle, they all moved out of the way with compassion and let them go forward.

Today, the autumn wind is dry and the sun is soft. Some turtles crawled out of the release pool. There is a place for praying for peace on the side of the apse. Mo Lingfeng asked the women's army to ask for peace. He and Wu Jin walked slowly, followed by vigilant Yin's Shuangsha.

There are also many people in the temple who sell flowers, dates, and candied fruit in baskets. They don't shout loudly, but just shuttle through the crowd. Can do business for a few pennies.

Mo Lingfeng saw someone selling oily dates. The dates were all red and shiny, and they were not too small. When he wanted to eat them, he asked Yin Bei to buy them.

The old woman carrying the basket was overjoyed, and thanked Mo Lingfeng as if she were a female Bodhisattva, and then gave the basket as a present, took the little silver coin Yin Bei gave her, and left with tears of gratitude.

Holding the basket, Yin Bei took out two and tasted them, and gave Yin Nan a taste. The two tried the poison on their own bodies, and they were half full before Mo Lingfeng grabbed a handful.

Mo Lingfeng ate a grain, spit out a date pit, and threw it on the ground into the spit pot containing the filth, and a elm leaf full of holes swirled and fell from above his head.

"Wu Jin," she squinted her eyes under the sunlight, "Do you think there really are gods and Buddhas in this world?"

Wu Jin shook her head: "I don't know."

"I hope not." Mo Lefeng threw the remaining few dates back into the basket.

Wu Jin was puzzled: "Why?"

"If there are gods and Buddhas, there will be hell. If there is hell, uncle has committed boundless sins and will definitely go to hell to suffer in reincarnation. I don't think there are gods and Buddhas, and there is no hell."

After finishing speaking, she stopped talking. The posture of looking at the Buddha Hall is no different from looking at the red stone in Xiongshi Gorge.

In her place, the theory of ghosts and gods, which is revered by the world, has also become a reality and can be influenced by her.

Gods and Buddhas can appease soldiers and win people's hearts, and peace charms can keep soldiers invulnerable, so gods and Buddhas can have them.

The gods and Buddhas will create hell to make her uncle suffer, so there is no need.