The phoenix of the daughter's rebirth is all over the world

Chapter 446 Quicksand Between Fingers
"Mr. Han Shan, have you seen Yun Shu?" Liu Qingyan hadn't seen Fu Yunshu for a whole day.Came out of the bedroom, but she was not in the bedroom, and Fu Yunshu was not there in Xiaoyaolu, and asked the maids beside her, but no one knew Fu Yunshu's whereabouts, so when he saw Mr. Han Shan who was hurrying by the palace gate, he hurriedly called to stop he asked.

Holding a thick book in his hand, Mr. Han Shan said helplessly: "I am also looking for Your Majesty. This is the list of officials from various places compiled by the Ministry of Officials, and I am waiting for her to read it."

Seeing what Mr. Han Shan said, a worried look flashed across Liu Qingyan's brows. In such a critical period, she must not make any mistakes.

But Jun Zelan, who passed by on the way, reassured the two of them, "I heard that there are monks from the Western Regions teaching scriptures in Baohua Temple today, and the invited monks are all eminent monks from the Western Regions. Your Majesty will go to Baohua Temple early in the morning, because I didn't want to alarm too many people, so I left with only two guards."

"Nonsense, the situation in the capital has just stabilized. Your Majesty is about to ascend the throne. If you are in danger with only a few guards when you go out of the palace, what should you do?" Mr. Han Shan's face immediately turned cold, and he disapproved solemnly.

Liu Qingyan and Jun Zelan secretly glanced at each other. Fu Yunshu left the palace so quietly, probably more than half of the reason was because he was afraid of Mr. Han Shan's nagging.

Afraid that Mr. Hanshan would continue talking, Liu Qingyan wisely changed the subject and said, "Yun Shu has never believed in ghosts and gods, so why did he go to Baohua Temple to listen to scriptures?"

Jun Zelan seemed to think of something, and said, "I didn't see Xiao Que all day today, probably the two of them went there together during a busy schedule."

After listening to Jun Zelan's words, Liu Qingyan sighed slightly.

Fu Yunshu doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn't believe in the destiny of heaven, and now he refuses to give up even if he has such a small hope in his heart for Xiao Que.With such persistence, even Liu Qingyan couldn't help being afraid, if she lost Xiao Que, what would happen to her for the rest of her life?
In Baohua Temple, the sandalwood is fragrant and the Buddha's name is bursting. This thousand-year-old ancient temple, the Royal Protecting Temple, stands on the Qingzhu Mountain outside the capital. No matter how the world changes, the world remains the same.

"Sanskrit is called mantaluo, which is the true language, such as language, words that are neither false nor different..."

On the lectern is Master Canan from the Western Regions. According to rumors, this master is a divine monk with the same status as Kuchan. Countless believers come here.

In the empty hall, dozens of highly respected monks held colorful stone sand in their hands. The stone sand was ground from several precious metals such as gold, turquoise, agate, etc., and something was depicted on the ground.

Outside the main hall, countless good men and women, Buddhist believers gathered, listening and watching devoutly.

"What are they doing?" Fu Yunshu asked Xiao Que puzzled.

She never believed in Buddhas and gods, so she didn't know anything about Buddhism.Yesterday I heard that eminent monks from the Western Regions were giving lectures at Baohua Temple. After all, Baohua Temple is a royal temple. Mr. Han Shan once asked her if she would lead his ministers to pay homage.

But Fu Yunshu doesn't believe in Buddhism, but she also knows how to follow the people's will, so she only teaches the officials in Beijing to treat Na with courtesy, and she has never been here in person, except for the necessary time to deal with political affairs, the time spent with Xiao Que seems to be more and more sufficient Precious, she doesn't want to spend on other unnecessary things.

But Xiao Que said he wanted to go and have a look.

She knew that he also never believed in the theory of Buddha and God.But Fu Yunshu didn't ask any further questions. If he wanted to go, she would go with him.

"They're painting." The sun in June shone on his body, outlining a clear outline, which was clearly close in front of his eyes, but Fu Yunshu felt that he was so far away from him.Just like that black and white ink painting, he is that painting, and she is the person outside the painting.

"Painting?" Fu Yunshu asked puzzledly, as if in order to reduce the inexplicable panic in his heart, Fu Yunshu couldn't help holding Xiao Que's hand.

Whether it is Xiao Que, the well-known son of Yuyan in the capital, or Chu Huaichao, the prime minister of the left, there is no place for him in the capital today, so when he goes out, he wears an extremely ordinary human skin mask to cover up the shock. The splendor of the world.

Fu Yunshu knows better than anyone else that as long as she ascends the throne, her young master can only stay by her side incognito, just like a piece of beautiful jade, he will always hide his demeanor.All the way here, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart.

Xiao Que seemed to feel her uneasiness, and took the initiative to hold her cool hand.Both of them were dressed as ordinary people, inconspicuous in the crowd, just like a pair of extremely ordinary lovers. At that moment, Fu Yunshu's heart was filled with joy.

Under the sun, Xiao Que's body lost a bit of his cold temperament and became very gentle. He said in a gentle voice: "The sand painting of the Mandala of the Western Regions."

As usual, he patiently explained to her.

Every time during the Great Dharma Conference, the monks in the Western Regions use tens of millions of precious sands to describe the prosperous and beautiful Buddhist world. Dozens of highly respected monks spent three days and three nights to personally describe the process. Hard.

As Xiao Que's voice fell, Fu Yunshu's eyes turned to the middle of the hall again, but he saw under the sun, a scene of gorgeous colors and dazzling brilliance, three thousand worlds, beautiful and soul-stirring under a finger of quicksand.Even if he has seen the rare treasures in the world, even if he has seen Jun Zelan's lifelike painting skills, Fu Yunshu couldn't help but be amazed by it, astonished by a miracle.

It was the most beautiful scroll that Fu Yunshu had ever seen in his life, with rich colors, and the surrounding area was the epitome of this bustling world.

Those eminent monks who painted such miraculous works had pale eyes and brows, as if they were normal.Immediately afterwards, something unexpected happened to Fu Yunshu——Those eminent monks spent three days and three nights painstakingly creating a picture scroll that was miraculously displayed in front of thousands of believers. Sweep away the gravel without hesitation.

Three thousand prosperity, the quicksand between the fingers, turned into a pile of ruins in an instant, and disappeared in an instant; gold, agate, turquoise and other priceless jewels were ground into fine sand, put in bottles, and poured into the river and sea, Fu Yunshu I couldn't help but exclaimed.

The Dharma meeting also ended here. Fu Yunshu stood there, not regaining consciousness for a long time. After a long time, Fu Yunshu smiled and deliberately never talked about the sand painting with Xiao Que, but changed the subject and said: "I heard that Baohua There is a Three Lives Bridge in the temple, on which men and women walking hand in hand can be destined for three lives, and my son is willing to walk with me once."

Xiao Que lowered his eyes, did not speak, and the silence spread between the two of them.Perhaps there was a faint premonition in my heart that there was an unreachable but inevitable future between them, and they would have to face it one day.

Fu Yunshu only hoped that that day would come a little later, a little later. Seeing that Xiao Que hadn't said a word, Fu Yunshu took Xiao Que's hand and walked towards Sansheng Bridge.

At this time, there are no tourists in the ancient temple. At dusk, the figures of two people walking side by side are stretched very long.

The rumored Marriage Bridge is just a very ordinary stone bridge with thousands of turns of red thread engraved with the word Marriage. Walking hand in hand on the bridge of life, you can set a marriage for three lives.

The world is changing and capricious, and no one knows whether all kinds of vows can be fulfilled in this life, but it is ridiculous to look forward to the afterlife.But for people like them, although it is a self-deceiving lie, it is enough to leave a tiny hope.

The stone bridge has experienced wind and rain, and the body of the bridge has been mottled. There are red lines on the bridge. The person who made the promise, did he realize it in the end.

Strange silence spread between the two of them, they stopped in front of the stone bridge at the same time, at that moment, Xiao Que let go of Fu Yunshu's hand.

She looked at him, and in the depths of his eyes, she saw inexplicable sadness. A trace of uneasiness flashed in Fu Yunshu's eyes. Looking at Xiao Que, she asked, "Xiao Que, why didn't you leave with me..."

Xiao Que sighed for a long time, looked at the panic in Fu Yunshu's eyes, but still tried his best to put on a smile, his eyes were sad, but his tone was very flat, and he said, "Yun Shu, don't you want to understand until now..."

Xiao Que's voice sounded in my ears: "The prosperity of the world is just a quicksand, and so is life. Life is short and perishable, with long sacrifices, short gains, and pain of loss. Yun Shu, life is only a few dozen short Years, don't be too attached to the past."

The setting sun at dusk shone behind her, and the long bells of the ancient monastery rang, Xiao Que couldn't see her expression clearly.

The two stood there, and the setting sun stretched their figures very, very long. The two were clearly so close, but their shadows were separated at both ends.

After hearing Xiao Que's words, Fu Yunshu wanted to laugh inexplicably, not clinging to the past.

But Xiao Que, do you know that to me, you are not only the past, but also the present and the future.

She really laughed out loud, looked at Xiao Que and said, "Is that why you brought me here today? Sand paintings in the mandala, what do you want me to realize suddenly? Xiao Que, I don't believe in Buddhism, and what I don’t believe in fate. Even if you are a mandala built with painstaking efforts for me, it is fleeting. But even if the mandala collapses into ruins, becomes a finger of quicksand, and is submerged between the river and the sea, then I will pour the power of the world , I will salvage and treasure you little by little, so that my flesh and blood will be integrated with your life and will never be separated!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly, not letting the tears in her eyes fall, watching Xiao Que turn around proudly and walk up the Sansheng Bridge alone.

He stood at that section of the bridge, looking at her receding back, as if seeing phoenix wings sprouting from her back.

Phoenix, who was reborn from Nirvana, finally grew up amidst the pain and loss...

There are still seven days before he promises to marry her, but he just watched her walk across the Sansheng Bridge alone.

(End of this chapter)