Yu Jun

Mo Lingfeng does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but today, he also hopes that ghosts and gods really exist in the world. However, if there are gods and Buddhas, Mr. Wu's book of criticism has never truly glimpsed Yin and Yang.

The "Baozhen Sutra" says, "If there are evil people, they will fall into hell after death. Please seek eternal escape and avoid being liberated indefinitely." The Mo family lives on blood, how can they be reincarnated as a human being and be rich and noble all year round.

She suddenly felt compassionate and saved Mo Qianlan from suffering.

The nanny felt pity for her: "Girl, please eat more. Your Baozhai family is busy at both ends. How can you bear it if you don't eat something?"

Mo Lingfeng obediently picked up the chopsticks, ate another chopstick, put it down, and asked, "Where is Wu Jin resting?"

"Rested in the study."

Mo Lingfeng nodded and asked Nanny to rest. He sat in the room for a long time until his body became stiff, then he got up and walked to the door.

The joints in her body creaked, her hands and feet were numb, and even the slightest movement felt like needles pricking her. She seemed not to notice and walked straight to the study.

She was indifferent to her family, and the coaxing voice in her ears was that of the Taoist priests clearing the way for the souls of the dead: "... the second brother of the sad wind comes, the door of Youguan teaching is opened; the hot water turns into a green lotus edict, and the deceased turns over to the Dharma altar .The three-foot-high sail attracts souls, and the boys from five directions attract souls..."

The sound never ceases, and the sound of the chime is clear and loud, mixed in with it, as if it is caused by the spirit of the dead.

Buddhism, Taoism, and all potential dharma, who can conquer the world of mortals?
Mo Lingfeng walked to the study and alerted the servant who was guarding the room. Just as the servant was about to knock on the door, Mo Lingfeng waved his hand to indicate that he would not use it.

She walked back and forth along the long corridor, and finally stood in front of the sill window between two pillars, lowering her head to listen to the sounds in the house.

A whole lotus flower was carved on the window, and a layer of window lattice paper was pasted inside the flower. Her dark shadow was reflected on it. She stood quietly for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch this lonely black shadow.

Putting his finger on the window paper, the two sill windows suddenly opened from the inside. Wu Jin stood tall and tall in the window, stretched out his hand, grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand, and then pulled her towards the short wall.

The golden necklace around Mo Lingfeng's neck swayed, and her upper body bumped into Wu Jin. Wu Jin opened his arms and hugged her hard.

There was a short wall between the two of them. They both had hunched waists and the frame was harsh, but no one moved. Wu Jin touched Mo Lingfeng's back with his palm and said in her ear: "I miss you."

He let go of his hand and watched the lantern in the corridor drop a bunch of light from Mo Lingfeng's head, filling her eyes with tiny golden light. From her expression, posture, and eyes, he could see that her mind was also full of flying catkins. gossamer.

With our eyes facing each other, all the hardships are gone, and hand in hand we can walk through the thorns ahead.

"Come." He turned around to open the door, and saw Mo Lingfeng stepping on the short wall with one leg, grabbing the sill frames on both sides with both hands, bowing and jumping in, her single bun brushed the top of the frame, her figure swayed, A pearl fell off the hairpin and fell to the ground with her.

Wu Jin stepped forward and hugged her. When she stood firm, he knelt down to look at the pearl. When he saw the pearl rolled to Mr. Duobao, he knelt down on the ground, took out the pearl and put it into the purse on her waist, and patted the dust off her body. : "I'll light the candles."

He blew the fire chopsticks, lit the regular candle, and put on the lampshade. Mo Lingfeng took the fire chopsticks, opened the copper lid of the charcoal basin, poked open the charcoal fire, and added silver charcoal.

The charcoal fire "peeled off" and the servant knocked on the door and came in. They brought tea. The two moved the imperial chair and sat in front of the table.

Wu Jin ground ink and laid paper for her, then took a pen and handed it to her.

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand and didn't know what to write.

Wu Jin whispered: "This is what I heard. At that time, the Buddha was in Trayasa Heaven, teaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, the countless worlds in the ten directions——"

Mo Lingfeng's heart moved and he picked up a pen to copy "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra".

Next to her was Wu Jin, who was sitting upright. The hem of his clothes overlapped with the hem of her clothes. The fragrance of the clothes was entangled and blended, flowing along the clothes in front of the table. There was the fragrance of ink on the tip of her nose, and the words fell on the paper, making her feel After briefly breaking free from the mud plow, the fragmented souls bonded together, and my mind gradually became clear.After copying two volumes of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, Mo Lingfeng put down his writing and whispered: "My sister-in-law is at the Cheng family, and I want to invite her back."

Wu Jin knew that she was talking about the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so he nodded and said, "Okay, we still need to set up a workshop."

The two chatted about the workshop. After finishing speaking, Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "Ask Hou Fuzhong to write two memorials and another one about the death of King Wei. We will leave from the delivery shop two hours later."

"I will go to the Hou Mansion tomorrow."

Mo Lingfeng reached out and pinched the purse at her waist, took out the xun, put it to her mouth, exhaled and blew.

The sound of the xun resounded through the study room, shook the window paper, and spread outside the room.

After one sound, the sound of the xun became a tune, and an unprecedented sad sound flew across the house and dispersed into the heaven and earth.

At the end of the song, Wu Jin wrote: "The jackdaws live in Lengzhou, and the strong wind is trapped by the water. It is difficult to predict the sadness of separation today. There are graves in the wild ridges outside the village. How can I collect my tears? I need to buy wine."

The sound of xuns and mournful sounds echoed in the streets of Kuanzhou, quietly attached to the memorials prepared by everyone, and sneaked into Kyoto.

At Haishi on October 21st, the prince had not yet fallen asleep. He was practicing calligraphy in the palace. Suddenly, there was a noise in his ears. He came in and knelt down with a bang: "Your Highness! Your Majesty orders you to go to Yanfu Palace as soon as possible!"

The prince immediately put down his writing: "Changing clothes, who is here to deliver the message?"

He opened his hands and asked the palace servants to take off their regular clothes. When the chamberlain said that the messenger was Zhang Gongfeng's godson, he immediately frowned.

An hour ago, someone from Kuanzhou came to the palace urgently. He thought that it was his second brother who came to Beijing to deliver the news, so he didn't take it to heart. Now that His Majesty is summoning him at night, there must be changes in Kuanzhou!

There were heavy troops in Kuanzhou and the situation was extremely complicated. He had always been unwilling to get involved. After King Wei went to Kuanzhou, he tried to contact the officials of Kuanzhou. Unexpectedly, there was no reply. He was already worried, but now he became more and more anxious.

The palace attendant who tied the silk ribbon for him was a little slow, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "You don't know how to tie a silk ribbon, so what use do you have!"

The palace man looked pale and knelt there at a loss. Others also knelt down to apologize. The prince himself stretched out his hand to tie the silk ribbon, cursed a fool, and walked out.

When the prince arrived at Yanfu Palace, Yanfu Palace was brightly lit, with servants standing in layers, and the banquets and ceremonial guards in the middle palace were also here.

He became more and more confused. Just as a chamberlain was about to greet him, the palace door suddenly opened. Zhang Gongfeng sent the imperial physician out. Seeing that the prince had arrived, he hurriedly asked the chamberlain to escort the imperial physician out, and then he stepped forward to greet the prince.

He saluted: "Your Highness is here, Your Majesty is waiting."

The prince asked in a low voice as he walked: "Honor, does your majesty have a cold? Yanfu Palace is close to the lake, so it is not appropriate to stay there in winter."

He knew Zhang Feng had a tight mouth, and he didn't expect to hear even a few words from his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Gongfeng whispered: "Your Majesty just vomited blood."

"What..." The prince quickly suppressed his voice. His heart was beating like a drum. He was sweating all over his body, but his hands and feet were cold. He didn't have time to think about Zhang Gongfeng's sudden kindness. He picked up the hem of his clothes and stepped onto the two stone steps in a hurry. Rush into the palace.

　Words written in a hurry, so for now

　　(End of this chapter)