Yu Jun

Chapter 34 Seeking Buddha
"On April 20th, Yuanzhang [-], it was rainy and rainy, and it was even worse last year, and there was snow in May.

Mr. Zhao said to solve the problem, he took me and Cheng Ting to live in Mofu for a while, but he didn't solve the problem, and read "Book of Justice" and learned a lot.

It's just that Mo's house is full of bitter medicine, as soon as he enters the door, he drinks a bowl of detoxification medicine, and seems to have the intention of detaining me and Cheng Ting here, and looking at Mr. Zhao's expression, I am afraid that Mo Lingfeng is ill , and related to the two of us, could it be an epidemic?
Where did the epidemic come from in Kuanzhou? "

Wu Jin put down her pen, her mind was full of thoughts, and thousands of thoughts were stirring in her mind, forming a cocoon that contained secrets.

He slowly unraveled the cocoon in his heart, unwilling to have the slightest ambiguity, even if it touched a secret that was enough to crush him, he still had to be transparent-one lives, and one cannot live in ambiguity.

After a cup of tea, he thought of the person who asked for directions—speaking Mandarin, every word was extremely clear, and the clothes he wore were shining in the dark, and when the group left, they were very close to them.

He is an unknown person, a person who came prepared, the corner of his clothes brushed past him, and the vortex of the struggle between the imperial power and the dragon also wet his feet.

He figured it out, but instead of writing it down in the diary, he put away his pen and ink, and sat quietly at the table thinking about what he had thought today. A moment later, he was about to get up and spread the quilt, when suddenly there were chicks singing outside the window, Quite miserable, he got up and walked to the window, opened the window and looked out.

As soon as the window was opened, the cry became clearer to the ear, but it was pitch black.

The sky was not clear at all, and Jiusixuan even had a huge shadow cast by ancient trees, covering it in pitch blackness, only the sound of the wind howling, lingering away.

Wu Jin held the candlestick on the table and opened the door. A gust of wind blew in the beginning, and all the sleeves of his robe were blown back. Fortunately, the candle was covered by the lampshade, illuminating his feet.

He searched all the way following the calls, and saw under an elm tree hugged by three people, there were baby babblers pouring down their nests, and landed on a nest of green moss as green as oil, but there was no big bird.

Wu Jin put the candlestick firmly on the ground, took off her outer shirt, shoes and socks, rolled up her sleeves and trousers, and took off her head scarf, covering the slightly damaged bird's nest, carefully hanging it on her waist, and using her hands and feet to climb up.

The ancient trees are towering, with extremely high branches. He climbed very high, and only then did he find the place where the bird's nest was placed.

After putting away the bird's nest, he looked down, only to see a part of Mo Mansion under the night.

The lights were brightly lit, and the servants came and went like ants, there was a kind of silent noise, it was very strange, he saw Mo Qianlan in the square courtyard.

Covering his mouth and nose, Mo Qianlan came out of a room with closed doors and windows, said a few words to Zhao Shiheng who was outside the door, and walked down the stone steps, when suddenly his feet fell into the air, his body tilted, and he seemed to fall down. Zhao Shiheng and the people around him were all shocked and reached out to help, but none of them had time.

Mo Qianlan with a pale complexion, under the light, was like a jade mountain, falling and shattering to the ground.

The servants swarmed up to help him up, but there seemed to be some movement in the room, and before he had time to dust off his body, he returned to the room.

Zhao Shiheng, who was standing outside the door, paced back and forth anxiously.

Wu Jin withdrew her gaze, looked under the tree, climbed down facing the little light, stood barefoot on the ground, looked down at the dark green and dark brown marks rubbed off from her underwear, her worries about Mo Lingfeng suddenly became stronger .

And Mo Lingfeng's condition was dangerous, with a high fever like a tide, one after another, two days later, the rash had not yet appeared, but the high fever never subsided.

On the third day, Mo Qianlan saw that the rash was only on the head and face, but the rash could not come out on the body, so she couldn't sit still no matter what.

He left the mansion quietly after nightfall, with only Zhao Shiheng with him, riding two fast horses, and went up to the Xiongshi Gorge—there is also a temple in Kuanzhou City, there are many people, and the incense is also strong, but there are many people. At that time, Xiongshan Temple was more appropriate.

After half an hour, the two of them walked to the mountain gate. Zhao Shiheng knocked on the door, alarming the monks in the temple, and welcomed the two pilgrims.

The temple is small, quiet, solemn and almost perfect, and the Buddha statues are solemn and precious, sitting firmly in the temple. At night when no one is worshiping, they show their true colors, watching all living beings indifferently and arrogantly.

The arrival of Mo Qianlan broke this perfection. The lights suddenly illuminated the Daxiong Palace, dispelling the ghosts and ghosts in the darkness, making Sakyamuni feel compassionate for the world again, and the eighteen arhats lined up in a neat line, showing compassion and love.

Mo Qianlan, who was about to kneel down and pray, stood in front of the Buddha and did not kneel down.

The flames in the temple cast on him like a layer of gold leaf. He smelled the incense and remembered that he didn't believe in gods and ghosts.

There was a rumbling noise outside the hall, he knelt down slowly, and silently looked up at the Buddha. The clay face of the Buddha still looked at him with pity, as if he could understand his words and deeds, and recalled what he asked for in the past.

He prostrated himself on the ground: "Please Buddha subdue the demon of death in Ah Yao's body, I still have this empty skin alive, if the Buddha wants it, take it all - I only have this one younger sister, this time, no matter what, you must allow me. "

While speaking, his face was full of tears, his head touched the ground, his shoulders shrugged endlessly, and it took him a while to straighten up and stop his tears.

He also thought that he had not worshiped Buddha for many years, so he had to kneel for a longer time to show his sincerity.

Zhao Shiheng stood aside, not looking at the Buddha or Mo Qianlan, but only at the yellow banner hanging from the beam, and could read the writing on it.

Xiongshan Temple is close to the canyon, and the room is full of humidity. Kneeling on the cushion, Mo Qianlan felt the moisture penetrate through the layers of clothing and go straight into his knees.

Four quarters of an hour later, his whole body was cold, his face was pale, and he knelt hard for another four quarters of an hour, and he couldn't feel where his knees were.

He looked at Zhao Shiheng: "Shiheng, help me."

Zhao Shiheng also turned his eyes away from the banner, stretched out his hand to help Mo Qianlan get up, and the two of them walked out of the main hall and the mountain gate step by step.

The night was dark, Mo Qianlan looked back at the mountain gate, staggered forward, and suddenly said to Zhao Shiheng in the dark night: "When I was young, I fought with Cheng Taishan, Cheng Taishan was as strong as a cow, and I was always beaten , I came to ask the Buddha to let my strength surpass Mount Tai, and later my father asked me to practice martial arts, and Cheng Taishan was no longer my opponent."

Zhao Shiheng laughed: "It's not the work of the Buddha."

Mo Qianlan nodded: "When my father was seriously ill, I also came to pay respects, but in the end, my father still left. At that time, my father was the uncle of Guangchuan and could not be hereditary. When my father died, many people came from the family. Take off the plaque, and say that I am young and ignorant, and I am afraid that there are illegal things in the house, and they ransacked the house, and after they left, most of the things in the house were lost."

After many years, the humiliation and fear at that time have faded away, and the words were flat, Zhao Shiheng listened, but still couldn't bear it.

"Later, Your Majesty - he called me to Beijing and said that he wanted to comfort me and let me be an envoy. I was smashed to pieces on the road, and the Imperial Medical Office administered wolf and tiger medicines to save my life. I lay on the bed, thinking that the Buddha did not care for me."

The road was narrow, Zhao Shiheng had one foot deep and the other shallow, and his lameness became obvious. Hearing this, he said in a low voice: "Lingfeng is a blessed person, and the Buddha will definitely take care of him."

"Yes, Ah Shao is blessed."

(End of this chapter)