The Chronicle of the Rebirth of the First Daughter

Chapter 22

Fu Wenbin walked over in a graceful manner, flicked his wide sleeves, and sat down next to Master Zhidu, his dark green shirt with silver thread pierced Yuechan's eyes.

Seeing Fu Wenbin at such a close distance, Yuechan's usually calm heart suddenly surged.

She quickly lowered her head, covered her reddish eye sockets, and bit her lip to calm herself down, but no matter what happened, she was still very excited. She had no choice but to clenched her fists and pinched her long nails into her palms. Make yourself better.

Yuechan lowered her head, causing Fu Wenbin to look at her curiously, but because of her young age and stature, and her drooping head, Fu Wenbin only saw her pitch-black hair, not her appearance, yes She didn't take it to heart either.

Master Zhidu and Meng Zhiwen thought that Yuechan was shy because she suddenly saw the outsider, and didn't take her abnormality to heart.

Master Zhidu laughed, stretched out his generous palm and patted Fu Wenbin's shoulder: "I have a distinguished guest here today, but I have neglected you. I will make tea for you in a moment to make amends, but you have to accompany me to have a good time." Play a few games of chess."

Fu Wenbin laughed, and he kept talking.

Meng Zhiwen was a little puzzled, this Master Zhidu was not someone who could see him at a glance, and usually looked like an eminent monk, how could he treat this kid so differently?
Meng Zhiwen couldn't figure it out, but Yuechan knew it. Fu Wenbin was a strange and contradictory person. He was usually unrestrained and unrestrained. He didn't care about anything. Because of his personality, he made many friends. There are people of all kinds of religions and nine streams, and there are many people who sincerely make friends with him. It can be said that he has made friends all over the world.

But it is also because of his personality that he never cares about the affairs of the inner court. Wives and concubines are just things in his eyes, and they are not taken seriously at all. He can treat whichever is better for him , just throw it aside if you don't like it, and don't care about your life or death.

To be honest, Fu Wenbin is too conceited, and he is not the ideal husband at all.

The women in Chang'an City only see his superficial elegance, but they don't understand the flaws in his personality at all. Only when they really marry him and spend more time in their daily lives will they understand what it is like to be married to Fu Wenbin a kind of misery.

There, Master Zhidu had already introduced Fu Wenbin to Meng Zhiwen. Only then did Meng Zhiwen know that the young man in front of him turned out to be a son of the Fu family. The Meng family and the Fu family had a good relationship and had frequent contacts. He is also very kind, and in just a short while, he has already pulled him into a conversation.

Yuechan sat on the sidelines and watched with cold eyes. She couldn't help but think of some things in her previous life, and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

If she wanted to say who she couldn't let go of and resented the most in her previous life, it would be this person in front of her.

No matter how Liu Mei treats Yuechan, Yuechan is understandable, Liu Mei is also for the benefit of their mother and daughter, not only Liu Mei, but also the back houses of any wealthy family. Fighting is a bloodless war, either you die or I die.

But Fu Wenbin is different, he is Yuechan's husband, they should be one body, the husband and wife have nothing to contend for, and there is no hatred, as long as Fu Wenbin can care about Yuechan a little bit, respect her For one thing, Yuechan would not suffer so much, and her child would not die.

Thinking of the child, Yuechan almost shed tears again. Her son was so beautiful and cute when he was born, and he was not a delicate child, but he only raised him for a few months before leaving. It's nothing, she wouldn't believe it if she was killed, and she always blamed Fu Wenbin for not paying attention to the child, which made the child die early due to lack of protection.

When the child died, she didn't even have a proper name, Yuechan thought, when the child was born, she held the child and asked Fu Wenbin to name it, but that person, who only cared about calling friends to drink, took their mother and child Throwing it aside, but Mrs. Fu said that the child was too young to be named too early for fear that she would not be able to support her, so she sent her away.

And when the child died, Fu Wenbin didn't know in which restaurant he was recruiting prostitutes to drink with which gang of cronies, and he never saw the child for the last time, how could Yuechan not hate it.

Looking at the smiling and proud man in front of her, Yuechan really wished she had a knife in her hand and dug out the man's heart to see what color it was. She really wanted to understand why there was such a thing in the world Cold-blooded and heartless people?

Fu Wenbin, who was joking and talking with Meng Zhiwen, felt very strange. He always felt chills all over his body. Looking up at the sky, the sun was shining and the temperature was moderate. How could it be cold?
Suddenly, Fu Wenbin caught an unfriendly gaze, followed the gaze, and saw the hatred on the face of the little girl opposite, he was stunned, thinking about it, he couldn't figure out how he could offend this little girl Girl, it seems that he has never met this young lady of the Meng family.

Fu Wenbin felt something was wrong, and that master Zhidu also felt it. He looked at Yuechan's expression, sighed secretly in his heart, and chanted the Buddha's name, which woke Yuechan to his senses. He asked with a smile, "Miss Meng, poor monk. There is something I want to ask Ms.

Yuechan lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, clenched her fists and blamed herself for being too careless to show such an expression. She didn't know what Monk Zhidu would think when he saw it, and what Fu Wenbin would think of her.

"Master, just ask if you have any questions." Suppressing the resentment in her heart, Yuechan raised her eyes with a smile on her face.

Seeing it, Zhidu gave a secret praise, thinking that this little girl should not be underestimated, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Meng brought a scripture some time ago, and the poor monk found it very strange. The poor monk asked himself to read the scriptures." There are countless people who have never seen this scripture, so they kept the scripture. During this period of time, they have searched through the monk scriptures, but they can't find the source. I don't know how Ms. Meng got this scripture, and the meaning of this scripture , I also hope that Miss Meng will break it down for the poor monk."

Yuechan frowned when she heard this, and complained in her heart that Meng Zhiwen had too many things to do, and why did she show this old monk the scriptures of a little girl?

However, she didn't dare to complain about Meng Zhiwen, so she could only laugh and said, "Master, Yuechan doesn't know where to answer that. Yuechan has never read Buddhist scriptures, so how can she decompose any scriptures? Master laughed."

"Oh?" Now Zhidu was even more surprised.

Not only him, but even Meng Zhiwen and Fu Wenbin felt very strange, and all looked at Yuechan.

"How did this scripture come about?" Zhi Du still asked.

Yuechan thought for a while, at this time the Heart Sutra has not been transmitted to Zhongtu, there is really no way for her to explain it, so she had to use Su Clan to block it.

After making up her mind, Yuechan said with a sad face: "To be honest, I really missed my late mother one night, and saw my late mother in a dream. She told me a scripture, and I wrote it down. The one that was burned for the deceased mother was unexpectedly seen by the father."

Yuechan has no other choice, she also knows that people believe in ghosts and gods, as long as unreasonable things are pushed to ghosts and gods, that's right.

Sure enough, Yuechan thought well, as soon as she said the words, Master Zhidu sighed first, and praised: "Ms. Meng's filial piety is commendable!"

Meng Zhiwen also looked at her with a gentle face, eyes full of love.

And that Fu Wenbin disagreed somewhat, but he didn't say anything against it.

After Zhidu praised, he clasped his hands together and asked: "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, why do you dare to ask?"

This monk is really endless, Yuechan was annoyed inwardly, she thought how you want me to explain, I don't understand Buddhism, she bowed her head and thought hard how to get over it.

But at this time, Fu Wenbin spoke.

Because of Yuechan's unfriendly eyes just now, he felt a little bit of resentment, and now seeing that Zhidu attached great importance to Yuechan, he was a little unhappy and wanted to hit Yuechan.

"Monk Zhidu, what can I ask, isn't it just saying that everything you and I have seen is empty and nothingness, isn't it meant to persuade people to be quiet and do nothing?" Fu Wenbin said disdainfully.

Yuechan ignored him, pretending that he wasn't there, and turned her head to look at Zhidu who was aside. Although she didn't understand Buddhist scriptures, she also knew that Fu Wenbin's explanation was too superficial and superficial. She wanted to see how this Zhidu would How to say.

At this moment, Zhidu laughed: "Fu Xiaoyou, what you said is wrong. The poor monk thinks, Mrs. Meng's scriptures are very broad, and it won't be so superficial."

Yuechan nodded, and thought that Zhidu seemed to be an eminent monk, and he really deserved to be the presiding abbot of Ci'en Temple.

She looked up at everything around her, saw the green pines and green bamboos, and listened to the singing of birds and insects, her heart suddenly became bright. When she looked at Fu Wenbin again, she felt that this person was very superficial, childish and arrogant. It's not easy, why bother to be serious with this person.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Yuechan also put it down, secretly smiled in her heart, and looked at Zhidu with a kind look: "Master, reading Buddhist scriptures depends on fate, everyone reads Buddhist scriptures and sees them differently. , Master, why bother to study so hard?"

"This..." Zhidu didn't expect Yuechan to say something like this to him, and was about to say something, but Yuechan said again, if the master wanted to ask, Yuechan could only say one sentence: "If you want to For the cause of the previous life, let’s look at the result in the present life; if you want to see the result in the future life, look at the cause in the present life.”

After some words, Master Zhidu couldn't help but nodded with a smile: "Miss Meng really has a predestined relationship with Buddhism."

Meng Zhiwen also felt honored after hearing this praise, and said that his daughter was valued by Master Zhidu, which is a good thing for the Meng family.

The three of them were happy in their hearts, but Fu Wenbin couldn't be happy. He felt that he was hit by Yuechan, and he was very depressed. He is still young at the moment, and he can't learn to keep his face. Of course, he can say what he wants up.

Fu Wenbin stood up abruptly, pointed to Yuechan and asked, "Miss Meng is indeed destined to be a Buddha, I want to ask about it."

As he spoke, he turned around and pointed to the swaying bamboo poles blown by the wind, "May I ask Miss, is it the wind moving or the bamboo moving?"

Yuechan almost laughed, this kind of question is really true, if she hadn't been reincarnated, if she was innocent and innocent in her previous life, she might not be able to answer it, but with the memory of her previous life, this question is really nothing to her.

Yuechan had a peaceful smile and an indifferent look on her face. Fu Wenbin was even angrier and wanted to urge her, but she heard Yuechan say: "It's not the wind or the bamboo that's moving, it's your heart. moving."

(End of this chapter)