Lord, your mask fell off

Chapter 68 The hero who saves beauty is a monk

In the busy city, a crazy carriage appeared, and the people dodged one after another, screaming one after another.

Soon Chu Qingyan dimly felt that those shouts gradually faded away, only the horse neighed miserably.

Chu Qingyan opened her eyes, and it happened that the curtain of the car was lifted high by the horse, she looked at it in a daze, but her eyes widened in a flash, her eyes were terrified.

She can't be blamed for panic, because there is no road ahead of the carriage, it is the city wall of Kyoto.

But the horse didn't seem to notice it, and rushed forward vigorously without slowing down.

Is she going to die here?

A wave of despair surged in Chu Qingyan's heart.

I really want to see my father and mother again.

She closed her eyes hopelessly.

Xiao Xu can't find her, will he find her?

Will there be a miracle?
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, at such a critical moment, the first person he thought of was actually him!
The horseshoes sounded, and the dust flew.

Faintly heard the sound of tower bells and wooden fish.

Chu Qingyan didn't pay attention, but she clearly felt that the bumpy carriage seemed to be cushioned, and the sound of the horse neighing violently seemed to have weakened.

The result of this ebb and flow is that the bell of the tower is crisp, and the sound of the wooden fish is moving. Accompanied by voiceless incantations, it seems to surround the ears, like a sudden burst of rain from the sultry and restless land.

Chu Qingyan was surprised to feel that the carriage gradually slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, it had already stopped slowly.

Chu Qingyan didn't think much, and immediately opened the curtain of the car, but was stunned for a moment when she saw her situation.

Just three steps away from the horse was the city wall. The solid wall built of gray-white stones made Chu Qingyan's face turn pale slightly. Crazy again.

One step was unsteady, and he fell to the ground, kicking up dust all over the floor, choking on the dust, and the whole person was in a mess, but at the critical moment of life and death, who would care about such an image?

And just when Chu Qingyan put her hands on the ground and was about to get up, she heard the tower bell again, but the difference was that this time it was very close.

"Female benefactor, are you okay?" The unvoiced sound hits the ear, like wind and rain, soft but not flattering to the ear, moistening things softly and silently.

She heard the reputation and looked, and saw a white dress standing in front of the horse. From the perspective of her short body, the reddish-brown horse mane blocked the man's face, and she only saw a hand with a holy halo. On the horse's head, it seems to be soothing the restless horse.Surprisingly, the horse really became quiet under his caress.

When the horse stopped snorting and neighing, the man in white moved slightly, walked around the horse and came over.

She looked at the person, and it seemed that there was a sea of ​​moonlight and silver light in front of her, and he stepped on the Buddha lotus step by step, the flowers bloomed, and the light shone with each step.

Holy eyes, with a faint smile of compassion, a little red cinnabar on the forehead, if other men put such cinnabar on it, I am afraid that it is not seductive but also charming, but on him, it only gives people a kind of beauty that can only be seen from a distance and not played with. holy.

Chu Qingyan watched helplessly as the young Buddhist boy walked in front of her in clean clothes, slightly parted his lips, and asked with concern, "Female benefactor, can you get up?"

Chu Qingyan was startled awake, and she felt ashamed that she was fascinated by watching a monk.She comforted herself that everyone has a love for beauty, even if he is a disciple of Buddhism, it does not hinder his appreciation.

"Yes." Chu Qingyan didn't care about the dust all over her body, and stood up tremblingly. She was still in shock from the shock just now, but she could barely stand up.

At this stop, Chu Qingyan realized that she had just reached his chest. She was a little depressed, and found that in ancient times, everyone she met was much taller than her, whether it was Xiao Xu, her own father, or the one who was only two years older than herself. Xiao Ran, who was [-] years old, had to raise his head high if he wanted to talk to them.It seems that it is imperative to grow taller.

And just when she raised her head to look at the person in front of her, the person in front of her had clear facial features, her eyes were smiling, but she was looking at herself without sadness or joy.

It's just a young monk in the seventeenth or eighteenth year, but he gives people a sense of loftiness that sees through the world and is clear and thorough.

"Master, were you the one who saved me just now?" The horse stopped suddenly just now, she guessed that there was no one else to make a move except for the person in front of her, her voice was grateful, and she looked at him with bright eyes.

"The female benefactor doesn't need to worry about it. The poor monk just happened to pass by and just did it." The white-clothed monk folded his hands on his chest, bent slightly and smiled in response.

It's not being modest, nor is it indifferent, but with a tone of a poor monk's business, perhaps this peaceful tone makes people feel at ease for no reason.

In the present world, the area where Chu Qingyan lived believed in Buddhism, and every festival, there was a constant high fragrance, but she had seen with her own eyes the disciples of the Buddhist sect who wore monk clothes but went in and out of the world, so she once had a good understanding of the Buddhist sect. The younger generation didn't feel it, and felt that they were just ordinary people in Buddhist clothes.

But seeing this person now, Chu Qingyan knew what a Buddhist master was. She felt a sense of awe in her heart, and her expression stood still, "No matter what, thank you Master for helping me out."

The other party smiled, then nodded to her and said, "The benefactor is polite, the poor monk wants to heal the injured horse first, please forgive the poor monk for not being able to talk more with the benefactor."

Chu Qingyan quickly waved her hand, "Master, please do as you please, don't worry about me."

"Amitabha." The voiceless voice sounded again, and the monk in white turned to face the horse with its head down, reached into his sleeve, took out a jar of white jade bottle, opened the cork, and sprinkled the medicinal powder inside on the horse's hideous knife wound. He raised his front hoof in pain, but gradually became compliant under the soft soothing voice of the monk in white.

It was only then that Chu Qingyan noticed that there was a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist. It was simple and colorless, but it slid on his wrist with his movements. There was an indescribable charm. Maybe it was a string of ordinary wooden beads. The bead, just because it was worn on him, gave people a heavy feeling for no reason.

It's not good to keep staring at the person, Chu Qingyan shifted her eyes to look at the horse, but when she saw the wound on her head, she felt a sense of self-blame in her heart, if it wasn't for her, the horse would not have been injured.

Xu Shi noticed Chu Qingyan's depression, and the monk in white ran along the horse's mane and said, "Everything has a cause and an effect, and the female benefactor does not need to blame herself. If you blame yourself for other people's mistakes, you will feel bad." peaceful."

Chu Qingyan knew that he was comforting herself, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."

Time seemed to be slowed down by his actions, Chu Qingyan was a little curious, why did such a beautiful person enter Buddhism?

Xu Shi often received the attention of others, but the monk in white didn't care, and carefully helped the horse apply the powder. After a long while, he withdrew his hand, plugged the bottle, and put it back in his sleeve.

The horse raised its head and rubbed against his hand, Chu Qingyan noticed with sharp eyes that the horse seemed to be spiritual, with tears in its eyes and grateful eyes.

Chu Qingyan looked at the white-clothed monk in front of her in amazement, as if she was used to this kind of thing, the faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth was as fleeting as a Buddha lotus.

But at this moment, a sound of horseshoes roared, Chu Qingyan turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw a pair of black robes heading towards them first.

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　　(Are you satisfied with the Buddhist eminent monks in white clothes?)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)