Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The two monks seemed shocked. They looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.

I looked at them quietly, and after a while, they didn't answer me, just folded their hands together and kept chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Amitabha ..."

I thought about it and said, "I see."

The two of them looked up at me, and looked a little scared, and I nodded gently, "Thank you both. Goodbye."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of this temple.

Almost a lot of people outside waited outside the door. When Pei Yuanxiu saw me coming out, they hurriedly embraced him. He asked with concern: "How about a baby?"

I glanced at him, and looked at Pei Yuanfeng them all around, as well as Lier, who was standing there all the time, and opened a pair of fawn-like black and white eyes looking at me. I paused and said calmly, "The Master Zhengjue of Tianmu Temple, that is, my uncle, has passed away. The things behind him will be handled according to the rules of Tianmu Temple. We don't need to intervene. But—"

I turned to Tang Ting and said, "You want Ma to upload the news back to Chengdu and tell Yan Qingchen about it."

Tang Ting immediately said: "Yes!"

After speaking, turn around and leave.

At this time, Lier came over from the side and hugged me carefully, and seemed to feel that I was very tired. Besides her warmth, her hug was more supportive. I glanced down at her, and although the haze in my heart could not dissipate, the warmth hit my heart.

I stroked her hair gently and smiled slightly.

Pei Yuanfeng has been standing beside him silently. It seems that he has been doing things about the Yan family, but he doesn't know much about it. At this time, he thought about it and said, "Is it enough to just pass the news back?"

I looked up at him, but didn't speak, hesitated, and then slowly said, "Maybe, we have to notify someone."

"Who?"

I just opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, I heard a sudden hoof sound in front of me.

We were all shocked, looking inconceivably where the sound came.

Someone riding up?

Tianmu Temple is located on the top of the mountain, and here is the clean place of the Buddhist gate. No one can ride on it. At this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly broke the dignity of the night and the dull atmosphere of the surrounding people. It was almost immediately heard from the crowd ahead The startled cry, and the steed of the steed.

And when the rider finally broke through the obstacles and stopped in front of us, several of us were dumbfounded.

Liu Qinghan held the reins and looked at us pale.

"you--"

He was also panting, as if this way was not riding on horses, but killing thousands of horses, looking at me and the people around him, he took a long breath and said, "What happened?"

"..."

"I hear the bell, are you all right?"

Everyone seemed to be shocked by his sudden appearance on a horse. Even I didn't speak. Instead, I walked forward holding my daughter and said gently, "Uncle San, my mother's second uncle passed away. . "

"Ah?" He listened, staring at me with amazement, and I nodded silently.

"..."

Silent again, he was relieved.

But immediately, feeling that this seemed a bit inappropriate, he hurriedly turned over and said, "I don't know that there is an elder in the Yan family here. I just heard the bell and felt weird. I'm afraid you're in trouble."

I glanced at him, the surrounding lights were bright, and it also lightened his slightly red cheeks, and a fine sweat ball on his forehead. Behind him, two monks walked out of the crowd that was confused by him. Come, say seriously: "This donor, Tianmu Temple can't go horse riding!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qinghan hurriedly folded his hands and said, "Sorry, I was just worried about their accident, so-please forgive the two masters."

What did the two monks want to say? When they looked up and saw the fearless monk standing beside me, they all paused. The fearless monk also stared at Liu Qinghan for a moment, then with a bit of anger, he said, "Take him away with the horse. Today is because of the uncle, I will not care about you for the time being, hum!"

The horse was taken away, but he made the atmosphere stiff.

Pei Yuanfeng seems to have been very quiet today. After standing quietly for a while, he said to Liu Qinghan, "Where is Master Liu from?"

"Under the mountain."

"Are you down the mountain?"

"Well, Feng Xia is also down the mountain. Those people we brought, he was afraid they were not used to, so go and see. I went too."

"So ..."

Pei Yuanfeng nodded, and probably understood why he was riding the mountain.

The next Wei Zhengbang sneered softly.

I was standing beside me and didn't speak. At this time, I saw the two monks holding the unobedient horse far away. The horse kept shaking his head and let out a long hissing noise. Looking back at Liu Qinghan, he said lightly, "Master Liu's horse rides well."

He glanced at me.

"You can even ride up such a steep mountain. Equestrian is great."

"..."

He didn't speak, looked at me for a while, and suddenly seemed to feel something, and frowned slightly.

I didn't say anything, but turned to Pei Yuanfeng and said, "Tonight, the old monk in the temple may have some housework and set up a spiritual hall. We will not add any trouble here. Go back have a rest."

"How about you?"

"I'll go back, too," I said faintly, and glanced back at the closed door of the Zen Academy, and frowned slightly. "Next, maybe some are tired."

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That night was naturally a sleepless night.

I opened my eyes and looked at the account above my head, and the morning light that penetrated through the window swept out the dimness in the room. Pei Yuanxiu turned over and looked at me: "Don't sleep?"

"Ok."

"Is it sad?"

I turned to glance at him and shook my head gently: "I and he haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Even ten years ago, I didn't have deep feelings. He passed away and was relieved. ,I am not sad."

Pei Yuanxiu looked at me for a while, reached out and stroked my cheek gently.

He was silent for a while and then said, "Yes, I haven't heard of your second uncle's matter?"

"Well, he didn't mention the Yan family much."

"why?"

"Suddenly going to be a monk suddenly, of course, not because of something good."

"Hmm ..." He nodded softly without asking further.

I think he probably remembered the queen mother who lived in Linshui Stupa in the imperial city.

In fact, marrying him for so long, I never talked to him about what happened in the imperial city, or even between us, I rarely talked about it. I do n’t know about the queen queen and the queen the emperor. , The past that has been buried in the ashes of years, how much does he know, and-the eldest son in the imperial edict with only the name.

These things we have never talked about.

Once, I think it ’s already a thing of the past. Since Pei Yuanxiu has left the imperial city, and is not really the prince of the family, there is no need to remember it. Second, I also feel that the less these things, the less The better one knows.

We lay on the bed for a while, and then got up when it was late.

As soon as he went out, the Tianmu Temple had changed a lot.

Under the eaves of all the porches, black and white sacrifice, red pillars, high walls were also covered with white cloth, and the entire Tianmu Temple became a black and white world.

The hall of worship has also been set up. On the table in front of it, a long lamp is placed in the center, and the candle is burning quietly, like a solidified flame; the long lamp is full of offerings and dishes. Fruit and vegetables, with incense and high fever on both sides.

The physical body of the consciousness is placed behind the table.

Originally he should be placed in the Lingbi, but because he sat in a lotus posture, he would not have to change his state of life.

Through the puppets that were constantly blowing by the wind, I saw him sitting there quietly, just like when I saw him that night.

For a moment, there was also some uncertainty, whether he was dead or meditated.

Almost all monks in Tianmu Temple are here, sitting on both sides of this open small courtyard in front of the Lingtang, whispering the curse of death.

Each of us passed away.

The fearless monk was originally among those who were chanting the Spell of Death, and at this time stood up and walked to me: "Miss, you are here."

"Um." I nodded, looked at the layout of the surrounding halls, and asked, "How did you arrange the uncle's funeral?"

"Shouling the spirit for three days, and then cremating Uncle Shi as usual, enshrining seven days, please enter Tallinn."

Cremated after three days?

I frowned slightly, and now Yan Qingchen should have received the news, but I don't know if I could rush to Tianmu Temple before cremation.

For the next time, we worshipped before the spirit every day, and even the children were well-behaved. Instead of running around, they listened to me obediently and added sesame oil to the long light every day on time. I hold a cup of hot tea and gently pinch my shoulders.

With her there, although it is a spirit guard, I am not too sad.

However, the heavy heart is inevitable.

Sudden death of the second uncle disrupted many of our plans. Zhan Zhen's affairs could only be temporarily put on hold, and he could not rush back to Chengdu immediately. He even went to sort out the intricate clues in what he said to me. No time at all.

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In a blink of an eye, it was the evening of the third day.

The monks in the temple have begun to prepare inside and out, and twilight is coming down, and the sound of the originally quiet Tallinn on the top of the mountain came back, and I know it's time for cremation.

As soon as Haishi passed, a few powerful monks walked in.

While they were holding clean water in their hands to cleanse Zhengjue, I heard a strange noise coming from behind us at the gate of Tianmu Temple.

Almost everyone was startled by the noise and turned around at the same time.