Strange Events of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 58
In Yue Linger's heart, that Zhang Taiyuan was the one who changed her destiny.Although I have never loved the leader of the Herring Clan, but in detail, at first Yue Ling'er had a deep resentment towards Zhang Taiyuan, but after a long time, she couldn't hate him anymore, only fear of him remained.

Now that so many years have passed, Yue Linger thinks that she has got rid of the fear of many years.

However, a few days ago Yue Ling'er woke up from a coma, opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a face that often appeared in her nightmares, she suddenly trembled as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Although I don't know why this person became a monk, but now he has been arrested by the people in the village. Under the influence of anger and fear, Yue Ling'er will not miss such a good opportunity to speak in front of everyone He identified Monk Qingfeng (Zhang Taiyuan) as the prostitute.

A few days later, news came from the monks of the White Horse Temple that the adulterous monk had committed suicide in fear of crime.After hearing this, Yue Ling'er was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

However, today she learned from Ling Changfeng that Zhang Taiyuan spent all her money to redeem herself, and the joy in Yue Linger's heart disappeared instantly, leaving only a daze.

The journey from Wujiazhuang to Baima Temple is not long, and it only takes an hour to get in a carriage.It's just this short hour, but it makes Yue Ling'er feel as if a month has passed.

Ling Changfeng and Xiaolan saw that Yue Linger had gradually calmed down under persuasion, so they naturally didn't want to disturb her again.The two looked at each other, Ling Changfeng shook his head, closed his eyes and recovered.

Xiaolan sighed lightly, but did not speak.The original contempt for Yue Ling'er was gone, only sympathy remained.From Xiaolan's point of view, she and Yue Ling'er both had parents who died early, but because of the different people they met, their lives were far apart.

The carriage gradually slowed down, and finally the three people in the carriage came to their senses under the interruption of the coachman's "Woo".

Xiaolan smiled slightly, took Yue Linger's hand, and said softly: "Sister Linger, the White Horse Temple is here. Let's go down."

The other party didn't speak, just nodded lightly, and let Xiaolan pull her out of the carriage.

Ling Changfeng followed behind, watching Xiaolan's actions, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he thought to himself: Xiaolan is really sharp.

The White Horse Temple is still as usual, and the gate of the temple is closed.

"Come here! Open the door!" Xiaolan reached out and hammered the thick red lacquer door, shouting at the top of her voice.

After a while, the alert little monk Qingyun opened the gate of the temple a crack, and was looking out.

Seeing that it was the little monk Qingyun who opened the door again, Xiaolan said pleasantly, "Little Master Qingyun, don't look, it's me. Open the temple gate quickly!"

Seeing that Ling Changfeng and the two came back so quickly, the little monk Qingyun immediately opened the temple gate happily, ran to Ling Changfeng in a hurry, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Ling, how is it? You have found out the truth. ?"

The little monk Qingyun looked at Ling Changfeng expectantly. Judging from his actions, Qingfeng had a deep relationship with him.

Ling Changfeng stared at him, exhaled lightly, and said slowly: "Master Qingyun, how long have you been out of the temple?"

"I haven't gone out since the last time I went out for alms with my senior brother. What's the matter?" The little monk Qingyun touched his bald head, and he didn't know why Ling Changfeng had such doubts.

"It's fine. It's a long story about your senior brother. Take me to meet Master Qingyue. Let's reveal the truth to the public face to face."

The little monk Qingyun hurriedly nodded, opened the temple door and welcomed the three of them in, turned around and closed the temple door, and then led them to the Zen room of the monk Qingyue.

In less than a cup of tea, several people arrived at the door of Monk Qingyue's meditation room.

The little monk Qingyun knocked lightly on the wooden door, and confirmed whether Senior Brother Qingyue was still inside: "Senior Brother Qingyue, I am Qingyun. Are you in the meditation room now?"

"Junior Brother Qingyun, it's you again. Senior brother is sitting in meditation, what can you do for me?" A response came from the meditation room.

"Brother, then Mr. Ling Changfeng is coming to see you. He said he has something important to discuss." The young monk Qingyun said in a respectful tone that Ling Changfeng asked to see him.

"Amitabha. Donor Ling is here again so soon? I don't know if he has found the answer he wanted. Please come in."

"Yes, Senior Brother." The little monk Qingyun pushed the meditation room away and motioned for everyone to follow him in.

This meditation room is not much different from the one Ling Changfeng was in that day.The monk Qingyue was sitting cross-legged on the futon at the moment, facing the Buddha characters on the wall and silently reading scriptures.

"Benefactor Ling, I didn't expect the poor monk to meet you so soon. How about you, do you want to taste the Zen tea from our White Horse Temple?" Monk Qingyue turned around and saw Qingyun bringing Ling Changfeng into his Zen room, said in a calm tone.

Looking at Yue Ling'er who was following behind him, Monk Qingyue's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head and recited "Amitabha" softly.

"Master Qingyue, Ling Changfeng is bothering you. Today I didn't come here for the Zen tea in this temple." Ling Changfeng bowed to Qingyue, then pointed to Yue Linger behind him, and said softly : "I'm afraid the master is familiar with this person, right?"

Monk Qingyue nodded and said, "Yes. Why didn't Master Ling bring her here?"

"Of course it's for Monk Qingfeng."

"Amitabha! Since benefactor Ling said so, he must have known the ins and outs of the matter, right? The poor monk is curious, is the truth of this matter really that important to benefactor Ling?" Monk Qingyue looked calm, Staring into Ling Changfeng's eyes, he asked softly.

"Of course!" Ling Changfeng said firmly without flinching, staring into Monk Qingyue's eyes.

"Amitabha. Even after knowing the truth, it will make the rest of the people suffer, right?" Monk Qingyue continued to ask questions, as if trying to break through Ling Changfeng's inner defense.

"Master Qingyue, although I'm not a monk, I still know that monks don't tell lies. The victim has the right to know the truth. If you hide it for a while, you can't hide it forever! Everyone has to pay for what they do!" Ling Changfeng His tone became colder, as if he was speaking to Monk Qingyue, but at the same time he seemed to be speaking to himself.

The remaining three people just listened to the argument between the two, although there was a faint guess in their hearts, they didn't dare to intervene.

The room fell into silence, and the Buddha characters on the wall were particularly dazzling.

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh broke the silence.

"Amitabha! It's a poor monk. Although Ling benefactor is young, he is a person who understands the truth. In this case, you follow me to see Brother Qingshui." Sighing, Qingyue monk said slowly.

　Dear Tang Dynasty book lovers, I have been too busy with work recently, so I can only update it once.

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