Fu Canglu

Chapter 278
The little novice monks in the Darong Temple stopped reciting sutras, and they all came out with bald heads and braved the heavy snow to see that the usually cold-tempered layman unexpectedly walked out of the stupa for the first time at this moment.

Although the layman is still holding the demon sword, why are his cheeks so red, and his eyebrows look as cold as before?

It's like two people.

One of the little novice monks stared dumbfounded at the man who successfully tricked the layman out.

Are you really a friend of Master Layman?
Two people are next to the wishing pool.

Yi Xiao asked with a smile: "Are you going to practice in the pagoda forever? Don't you have a plan in mind?"

The woman with first eyebrows opened said softly: "I will leave here soon."

Yi Xiao was startled.

Yi Xiao'an said calmly: "The Bodhisattva said that I am carrying the Buddha's bone, and I have the lotus flower that my master gave to me. I can practice swordsmanship by leaps and bounds. I have practiced the Buddhist Heart Sutra in the stupa for a year. When I break through to the ninth grade, I will go free. Go out and sharpen your sword intent."

The little highness smiled softly, thought over and over again in his heart, and finally said softly: "It's pretty good."

Yi Xiao'an listened to the man's seemingly nonchalant reply, and didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only hum slightly.

it is more than words.

pretty good.

It's really good.

Yi Xiaoan suddenly raised his head and asked softly, "What about you?"

His Highness was slightly taken aback, and said with a light smile, "I am practicing in the holy island, which is similar to yours in the pagoda."

Yi Xiaoan bowed his head in silence.

The two fell into silence again.

In fact, she wanted to ask more, not only about today's plan, but also about how he has been doing this past year.

She wanted to ask him many things, but she just didn't want to ask about his practice.

Suddenly the words stop here.

His Highness rubbed his brows, and said with a dumb smile: "I will go to Lanling City later, Miss Qingli from the Mozong is a powerful monster, it will be much more convenient to have her on the way."

Yi Xiaoan nodded absently.

Yi Xiao sighed, knowing that if he met her again, it would be difficult for him to go back to the past and be able to have a happy conversation without any scruples.

His Highness took out a jug from his bosom, shook it in front of his face, and said with a smile: "Here, the good wine in the Holy Island is specially reserved for you."

Yi Xiaoan raised his head slowly, raised his arms slightly, pursed his lips and handed the sword.

The jug was gently placed on the tip of Fu Que's sword by the little highness.

Yi Xiaoan said softly, "I've quit drinking."

The tip of the sword rolled, and the jug fell naturally, and was split in two by the Fu Qu Yaofeng. The wine roared and scattered along the heavy snow, and was condensed into frost while rolling in mid-air.

"I've quit drinking for a long time." Yi Xiaoan smiled, "I appreciate it, this jug of wine is for me to drink for me."

The little highness looked complicated, and said softly: "Okay."

Yi Xiaoan calmly retracted Fu Que, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Yi Xiao was stunned.

"If it's gone, then I'll go back to practice."

She turned around calmly.

His Highness took a slow breath and exhaled a mouthful of foul air.

He has nothing to say.

Just keep saying that word.

"it is good."

His Highness looked at the woman's back.

From the wishing pool to the Buddhist pagoda, the snow was covered with moonlight all the way, but she didn't look back.

Yi Xiao suddenly shouted: "Hello!"

She stopped.

Still no turning back.

The little highness in the black robe covered with heavy snow lowered his eyebrows, retracted his trembling fingers, smiled to himself, and said calmly: "It's all right, let's go practice."

The woman nodded slowly and said softly, "Take care."

Yi Xiao smiled and said, "You too. Take care."

Let it go.

One person enters the pagoda.

One person has not left the Darong Temple.

These little novice monks who stayed outside stared blankly at the black-robed man who turned around and squatted down, squatting alone beside the wishing pool, heavy snow fell on him, and he remained motionless.

These little novice monks couldn't understand why the lay monks were willing to see him, but they didn't say a few words after all?
They are young and it may take a long time to understand.

Sometimes, once you miss it, goodbye, it really becomes a stranger.

Yi Xiao squatted beside the wishing pool, suddenly raised her head, and softly said to the snowy night sky: "Monk, why haven't you come out after waiting for you for so long?"

There was the sound of footsteps in the wind and snow.

The young director of the Darong Temple stepped on the wind and snow, shaved off three thousand threads of troubles, and looked solemn, holding a Buddhist bead all the way, silently reciting Buddhist words.

When he arrived at the wishing pool, he suddenly smiled, and without any regard for face, he just squatted beside Yi Xiao carelessly.

The little monk Qingshi grinned and said, "Are you depressed? Are you troubled? Are you puzzled?"

Yi Xiao said angrily: "Don't wait to add trouble, it's annoying."

The little monk Qingshi pursed his lips and said, "You called me here, and now you want me to go?"

He was about to stand up, but was pulled down by Yi Xiao, and fell back to the wishing pool.

Qingshi sighed, just sat like this, and said softly: "She is a person with great perseverance, and she should be broken immediately. You should also know that if a sword repairer can't even cut off the entanglement in his heart, how can he cut it off?" Break someone else's?"

The little highness lowered his eyebrows and said slightly annoyed: "So you deliberately avoided seeing him? Even if you saw him, you didn't talk. Did you teach me this?"

"The conscience of heaven and earth, the poor monk guarantees it with Buddha quality!"

"It's definitely not what I taught!"

Qingshi looked up to the sky and said angrily: "If you want to tell me that this girl was lively before, I wouldn't believe it if she was beaten to death. After she left the Northern Wei Dynasty, she never said a word. After entering the Buddhist pagoda, she practiced like a lunatic, desperately Practice the sword, practice the sword, practice the sword. Apart from practicing the sword, there is nothing else to do every day, absolutely nothing."

Yi Xiao was slightly startled.

"What exactly does a person need to go through to become what she is now?" Qingshi restrained his expression and said softly: "Have you ever seen her sword? It is really a very bitter sword."

His Highness hesitated to speak, but remained silent in the end.

After a long time, Yi Xiao spoke bitterly.

"It is indeed a very bitter sword."

Qingshi comforted softly: "Here, there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, just look at it."

Yi Xiao asked sullenly: "What if I don't see it?"

Qingshi held his chin and thought for a while, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the wishing pool in front of him, "I can't see it, why don't you make a wish here? Master said that the wishing pool in Darong Temple is blessed with Buddhist luck, so make a wish Wishing, it has always been a spirit."

Yi Xiao stared blankly at the wishing pool.

"Nineteen Daoists of the Qi Liang Dynasty, most of the respectable people have come here to make a wish." Qingshi said with a smile: "Basically, everyone with the surname Xiao in Lanling City has not missed any of them."

"You are the youngest among the royal families in Lanling City." Qingshi smiled and said, "Your two elder brothers have both made wishes here."

Yi Xiao looked at Qingshi bewilderedly, not knowing why.

The two looked at each other.

A group of little bald men were hiding in the Buddhist hall, poking their heads out, trying to see clearly what the young supervisor and the man in black were talking about beside the wishing pool.

It's actually longer than the layman's chatting time?

It's a pity that the wind and snow were too big.

Can't see clearly.

Faintly saw the master of the supervisor who was sitting by the wishing pool regardless of his image, and raised his arms slightly at this moment.

The energy in Qingxiu swelled, rolling away the wind and snow.

eyes wide open
Clinking in the wishing pool, the solid ice shattered, and all floated up, rising together with the broken ice, and countless wishing copper coins.

This is the famous "copper coin wish" in Darong Temple. The wisher writes his wish on oil paper, folds it into the brow of a consistent copper coin, makes a devout wish, and then throws it into the pool.

When the wish is fulfilled, it is said that the oil paper in the copper coin will dissipate by itself. No one has fished it out by hand, so naturally it is not known whether it is true or not.

And this "copper coin wish" is quite effective, so the theory of Buddhist vows has gradually become a Buddhist magical method widely accepted by the nineteen Taoists of Qi and Liang.

now
The little monk Qingshi fiddled with his fingers slightly, and the two strings of copper coins floated from among the countless copper coins, and he held them in his palm.

With the other hand, Qingshi took out the oil paper in the copper coin holder.

Yi Xiao stared blankly at the contents on the two oiled papers.

The handwriting on the first piece of oil paper is clumsy, and one can tell at a glance that it was not written by a scholar. The person who wrote this word should be a rough martial artist.

"Elder brother Xiao has no regrets, he is ashamed of being a great talent, he cannot protect the world well, but he can protect the family behind him well."

The handwriting on the back has been changed and changed.

"May my younger brother go north at the age of 16 without wind or waves, and recover from his serious illness. I am here to ask for a lottery, make a wish, and hope that the Bodhisattva will be fulfilled."

His Highness murmured: "Brother."

Yi Xiao seemed to be able to think of the heavy expression of that rough man when he frowned and wrote.

"The first one is the lottery that your elder brother asked for you when you went north." Qingshi said slowly, "Look at the second one."

Yi Xiao moved his eyes slowly.

The second sheet of oiled paper has striking handwriting, which is completely different from the first sheet.

From the hands of a Confucian scholar.

"Xiao Buyi originally had two wishes, one wished for the prosperity of Qi and Liang, and the other wished for the peace of the Xiao family"

"On this trip to the north, I only hope that brother Yu can get out of Luoyang safely, and one day he can return to Lanling, solve the conflict, and melt the ice and snow. Apart from that, I have no other wishes."

"I am here to ask for a lottery, make a wish, and hope that the Bodhisattva will come true."

Qingshi paused, and said softly: "Your other brother stopped in Yangguan Valley when he went north, and he also asked for a lottery here."

"The two signings are all for you."

Yi Xiao's complexion changed slightly, and finally fell silent.

"The emperor's family is indeed hiding their faces behind the scenes, but behind the scenes of necessity, it is not all hypocrisy." Qingshi said softly: "If they really want you to die, there is no need to make a wish in this wishing pool. Make wishes that no one can see."

Yi Xiao took the two sheets of oiled paper with a complicated expression, and read them over and over again.

In the end, he rubbed his face and scolded with a smile: "Monk, do you think I don't know?"

The voice was a little choked.

With a complicated expression, Qingshi waved again, and tens of millions of copper coins fell into the wishing pool again.

His Highness stood up, let out a breath of hot air, and waved his hands.

"gone."

As soon as he left, the whole Darong Temple could hear it.

The woman practicing meditation in the pagoda slowly opened her eyes.

The bald-headed young monks in the hall looked at each other, and then softly chanted sutras for the lonely black-clothed benefactor.

The figure drifted away without looking back.

Qingshi was still sitting in front of the wishing pool, Ren Daxue blurred his vision.

There were some things he didn't say.

You asked me before, what should I do if I can't think about something?
I'll get back to you, just make a wish.

In fact, if you can't think about it, what's the use of making a wish?
I can only stop thinking about it.

The affairs of the family, the country, and the world are much, much more complicated than the long love of children and the short path of practice.

Fate birth, fate death, the end of the world, the cape of the sea.

Don't want to, don't read, one cut, two breaks.

(End of this chapter)