The heroine of Quick Transmigration is wild and sassy

Chapter 213 Red Luan Star Extinction (23)

Before she finished speaking, the girl frowned slightly, followed by a heart-piercing cough.

"It's windy outside, come inside quickly."

Mingjing quickly put down the broom, helped Jinling into the house, and poured her a cup of hot tea.

When passing the tea, he accidentally touched her hand, which was very cold.

Jin Ling drank the scalding hot water with a dull face, and then directly asked: "Brother Mingjing, do you like me?"

Faced with such a straightforward question, Mingjing was obviously caught off guard.

After hesitating for a while, he asked back, "What's wrong with you?"

She put the teacup on the ground with a bang, and said in a deep voice, "You only need to answer whether you like it or not!"

Mingjing didn't answer.

He couldn't answer this kind of question.

"Tell me! Are you dumb?!"

Jin Ling grabbed his clothes and was very excited, "It's like this again, you're always like this!"

Her eyes were covered with mist, her voice was crying, and she said incoherently, "What's so good about being a monk!"

"Did your Buddha get drunk with you? But talked with you? But... taught you what candied haws are?"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't make a sound.

This series of questioning and tears made Mingjing a little at a loss, took out a handkerchief to help her wipe the tears off her face, but was slapped away by Jin Ling!
"I hate you the most, I never want to see you again!"

She stomped her feet, wiped away her tears fiercely, turned around and rushed out the door.The bells on her body jingled incessantly with her movements, disturbing the tranquility of the garden and the heart of the young monk...

When he chased and ran out, he ran into Father Jin, who seemed to have just finished talking with Master, and said goodbye with a heavy face.

The carriage went away in the dust, rounded the corner of the mountain, and was never seen again.

Mingjing's eyes were full of confusion.

Like it?
Probably like it, but what kind of like is this kind of like?

He didn't understand.

……

A month later, Mingjing was knocking on the wooden fish in front of the hall.

A ethereal and familiar bell rang, and Jin Ling was supported by the maidservant.

Her eyes were red: "Let me ask one last time, do you really want to marry me?"

Mingjing closed her eyes and said nothing, and kept beating the wooden fish faster and faster.

"Say it!"

Mingjing finally opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, "Since I have taken refuge in my Buddha, there is no need to mention this matter."

After receiving such an answer, Jin Ling couldn't help but take a few steps back, relying on the maid's support to barely stabilize her figure.

She said hoarsely: "So... everything is my wishful thinking?!"

"Don't worry, I won't bother you again."

Turning around, tears could no longer be suppressed from her eyes. She pushed the maid away and ran away in a messy pace. Her heart-wrenching cry did not disappear until she disappeared.

Jin Ling has always been a person who walks the talk, if she says she wants to come, she will definitely come, if she can't say it, then she will never come again.

After that, she did not go up the mountain to the temple again.

When Mingjing thought the matter was over like this, he overheard the words of the benefactors who came to offer incense.

"I heard that Princess Jinling passed away a month ago."

"Hey, it's a pity that you are so young and have a poor face!"

Mingjing felt his head explode with a bang, he blocked the way of the two benefactors, and asked eagerly: "Princess Jinling... is gone? Are what you said true?"

The passer-by said affirmatively: "Of course it's true, everyone knows about it!"

Mingjing quickly ran to Master's room, "Master..."

"I know what you're going to ask. You take this first. This is what the princess entrusted me to hand over to you when she was dying."

The master handed him a sachet, Mingjing took it and opened it, and there was only a string of red string bracelets inside.

It was the one he had made up for her.

After Mingjing put the things away properly, she asked with a trembling voice, "Did she leave anything else?"

Master shook his head.

Mingjing couldn't bear to speak, "Then why didn't she disappear?"

"Passed away."

Mingjing closed her eyes in pain, "There are two ways to live in peace in this world... After all, I am sorry for her."

"Master, I want to return to vulgarity."

The old abbot sighed, "Do you know why I didn't punish you?"

Ming Jing clasped his hands together and said, "I don't know, please master."

"Because you are the one who has the best chance of cultivating the true Buddha among these thousands of disciples."

The old abbot shook his head, "It seems that you are still not overwhelmed by this situation. If you want to leave, then it's up to you."

Mingjing was stunned, he didn't speak for a long time.

In the end, he shed two lines of tears and smiled wryly: "Forget it, since I have already betrayed her, no matter what I do, it won't help."

"For the rest of my life, I can only be with this ancient Buddha with blue lantern..."

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Love is not causal, edge destined to death.

"It's better not to see her than me..."

Yin Jiu listened intently, and when she looked at the old monk again, she found that he was already in tears.

The old monk wiped away his tears, his face full of vicissitudes, "This Bodhi, I didn't save her in the end."

"Father, like son."

Yin Jiu shook her head, "It's not that Bodhi won't save her, it's that you won't save her."

The old monk said in a daze: "Is that so..."

"I've finished listening to your regrets, there is no bright spot, let's go!"

Yin Jiu said so shamelessly, he was satisfied with a story of whoring for nothing, and left gracefully.

The old monk sat under the bodhi tree blankly, and suddenly remembered the conversation he had with the master.

At that time he asked Master: "What is belief in Buddha? Is belief in Buddha useful?"

Master asked him back, "Have you walked across the bridge?"

He replied, "Go."

"Is there a railing on the bridge?"

"Have."

"You held on to the railing when you crossed the bridge
go? "

"No help."

"Then the railing is of no use to you?"

"Of course it is useful. There is no railing to protect it. What if it falls?"

"But you didn't hold on to the railing."

He was very distressed: "But if there is no railing, I will be afraid."

"Isn't that right?"

The master told him that people's belief in Buddha is like the railing on the bridge.

With the guarantee of believing in Buddha, life will be more practical, and the days of praying for the blessings of Bodhisattvas are much better than those of not knowing what to live every day.

At that time, he believed in it, but now he is a little shaken.

Does this Buddha really exist?If it really existed, why did she suffer such bad luck?
Looking at the string of old red string bracelets, the old monk asked the girl angrily again.

He couldn't help laughing, "It turns out that I am that stupid rotten wood."

He slowly came to the Buddha statue in front of the hall, picked up the lamp, "My Buddha, can you still hear me?"

"I don't dare to have extravagant hopes, but I only wish that after death, it will become the stone bridge that everyone can step on, and it will be blown by wind and rain for 500 years, just to ask her to walk on that bridge, so good..."

The lamp fell, and the hall was blazing with flames...

(End of this chapter)