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Nie Wushuang and his party arrived at Donglin Temple. It was dark, and the priests and monks who had heard the news were waiting in front of the pavilion in front of the mountain temple. Nie Wushuang helped Xia Lan's hand to get out of the car. In the morning of the assassin's riot, Xia Lan and Qiu Qiu were fortunately not injured.

The clergyman led Nie Wushuang to walk up the mountain. Nie Wushuang's ankle was injured, but he still limped and climbed up to the thousand-level stone steps.

"Mother-in-law, would you please ask for a shoulder-shoulder?" Although walking up the mountain is a kind of devotion, it does not include this weak woman who has just encountered the assassin.

Nie Wushuang turned back blankly, and it took a long time for him to know that the monk was questioning, and she smiled slightly: "No need."

It hurts on her feet, but she has to remember this kind of piercing pain, she must always remember ...

There was a weird sneer on her lips, and she was still holding Xia Lan's hand to slowly climb the mountain.

Finally arrived at the Donglin Temple, the empress Gao's internal officials with a decree, so that after comforting Nie Wushuang, she arranged to rest in a western courtyard in the Donglin Temple. Everything seems safe. The Empress Dowager accompanied many embargoed guards, and was surprised to learn that Nie Wushuang encountered a "rogue attack" and naturally tightened the guards in the temple.

Donglin Temple is a royal temple. It has been worshipped by the royal family for hundreds of years. The size of the temple and the gorgeous decoration of the Buddha body are incomparable to those of other temples. Rich incense oil money.

The western courtyard where Nie Wushuang lived was a temple dedicated to accommodation for the royal family. Nie Wushuang refreshed his head and fell asleep. After being scared and injured, she was exhausted.

When she slept in the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up and no more drowsiness. Opening her eyes and looking at the account above her head, she couldn't help but think over those eyes and the extremely precise and decisive arrow ...

Can't think again! Nie Wushuang got up sharply, got up in a cloak, the moonlight was bright outside the window, and there seemed to be a sense of peace in the air of the temple. No one was stopping her.

At night, she looked around blankly, but found that she did not know where to go. The temple was built on the mountain, the mountain wind was cold and biting, Nie Wushuang shrank, and slowly walked into the darkness. I don't know how long it has been, there is a faint light in front of me, like a little warm in the dark, and I can't help but be attracted to it.

Nie Wushuang walked for a long time before he came to the cluster of lights.

It turned out to be a Buddhist temple. It was stupid not to sleep at midnight, and it was even more foolish for her to come to this temple. She sneered and wanted to turn around, only to find someone chanting inside. The clear voice, with deep compassion, made her unable to hear God. The Sanskrit incomprehensible, like a pair of invisible hands slowly soothed her already **** heart. When he didn't know what he wanted to do, Nie Wushuang had already stepped into this Buddhist hall slowly.

It enshrines Guanyin, who is kind and eye-catching, as if to see all the suffering in the world. A young monk sat cross-legged on the middle of the futon. She walked in slowly, but didn't kneel, just watching Guanyin seemed to be absorbed. The monk finished reading the scriptures and was startled when he saw someone behind him.

Nie Wushuang swept his face lightly, and he was surprised. The monk had a handsome face, although he wore sackcloth shoes, but he had a kind of dustiness.

"Who is the female donor?" The monk came back to God, declared a Buddhist horn, and asked, bowing.

Nie Wushuang didn't answer, looking at Guanyin's kind face, Xu Jiucai asked lightly, "Can you solve the thousands of sufferings by believing in Buddha?"

"This is nature. The Buddha is in his heart, and all suffering outside of him is not suffering." It turned out to be a troubled donor. The monk's face became more peaceful and carefully enlightened.

Nie Wushuang just sneered: "If the hatred in my heart can be solved?"

The monk's eyes were pitying: "Hate will only make it more painful, so letting it go will make it to the West Elysium."

Nie Wushuang laughed abruptly, her eyes moved and she looked at the young monk: "What if you can't let it go?"

"After he died, he could only fall into hell." The monk had a good temper and still patiently persuaded him.

Nie Wushuang suddenly laughed, her voice was screaming, and her laughter echoed in the empty Buddhist hall. Her expression was almost insane. A mountain wind blew from outside the hall. She looked at the Guanyin, and her voice was cold like ice: "Then I will wait for him in every layer of hell!"

After turning, she turned into the darkness, and for a long time, the young monk turned to God, and he found out that the mysterious woman did not bow down to worship the Buddha at all.

It turned out that she hated so much in her heart. The hatred of the world is an evil. The young monk announced a Buddhist chant, and sat on the futon again, chanting endlessly.

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In the early morning of the next day, Nie Wushuang was eating breakfast, the temple was eating light food, and all the vegetarian dishes were eaten. After using Nie Wushuang, he wanted to see the Queen Mother. The queen mother came to the internal officials, but said that the queen mother was praying to the Buddha, and asked Nie Meiren to take a good rest, and see her again after her injury was healed.

The queen mother rewarded another rosary, saying that if Nie Wushuang had more time to recite the scriptures, he could eliminate the sin in his body. Nie Wushuang looked at the thin jade rosary and took it with a smile. It is right not to see her. The Queen Mother does not like her and naturally does not want to see her.

Thinking about it, she rested peacefully in the western courtyard. In the evening, suddenly the monks outside the Western Court were nervous, coming and going. Wu Qiu went to inquire, and came back with a smile: "Nie Meiren, your elder brother Nie Guards followed Princess Yunle's kite to Donglin Temple!"

Nie Wushuang put down the rosary in his hand and smiled slightly: "Is it true?"

A heart finally dropped, she looked at the lush vegetation in the courtyard, and suddenly smiled: "I am afraid that the Queen Mother of tomorrow will see me even if I have no time."

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