After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Luoyang City, Xiu Fan Temple.

The weather is fine today, the blue sky is like washing, a few small clouds, the golden-topped Buddha tower soars into the clouds, the carved walls in the temple are magnificent, the lecture hall is stacked, and the roads are quiet.

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi stepped into the temple and looked around curiously.

The pilgrims all around were like weaving, and there was the sound of scriptures not far away. The devout believers sat cross-legged under the tree-lined trees, listening carefully to the Buddha's words.

The wise guest monk wearing a red robe greeted him with a smile and said, "The two guests are worshipping Buddha, praying for blessings, listening to the scriptures, or eating fast?"

Nan Baoyi was about to answer when he heard Xiao Yi say, "Respect Buddha."

She was taken aback.

Looking at the man to his side, his eyebrows are as cold as a mountain, which is not a joke.

The second brother, who has always been solitary and arrogant and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, actually wants to bow to Buddha...

She followed Xiao Yi incomprehensibly, and was led to the Buddhist temple by the monk.

The Buddha Hall is majestic and the golden dome is brilliant.

The palace lanterns are solemn, the prayer flags are full of the temple, and the three-foot-high golden Buddha statue stands in the temple, watching the believers with compassionate eyes.

Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi.

He wore a dark red uniform, a leather belt around his waist, and stood silently in the temple.

Staring at the Buddha statue for a long time, he put his palms together and bowed his head.

Like confession.

Repent of the atrocities committed in the previous life?

She didn't dare to say anything, so she followed him and bowed her head with her palms together.

After a while, Xiao Yi opened his eyes and turned to the scholar: "This king wants to donate half a million taels of silver to repair the Luoyang Buddhist Temple, can you?"

The knowledgeable monk was stunned.

Five hundred thousand taels of silver is not a small sum.

He hurriedly folded his palms together: "The donor will be blessed by accumulating virtue and doing good."

Xiao Yi said again: "I heard that there are high-ranking monks from the Western Regions preaching at your temple. Can you take this king to see him?"

The monk who knows the guest was amazed: "Coincidentally, in the morning, Master Zhimo said that there would be noble people to visit in the afternoon, and for this reason he also specially spared the afternoon. Unexpectedly, that noble guest is the benefactor, and the master really expected the matter Like a god!"

He raised his hand to ask: "Please, please."

Xiao Yi turned to Nan Baoyi.

"I understand." Nan Baoyi curled Dan Feng's eyes, "Second brother, don't hesitate to go if you have anything to do. It just so happens that I will pray for Boss Han!"

She watched Xiao Yi leave the temple.

Shining eyes gradually darkened.

She didn't know what the second elder brother went through when she was on the front line of the battlefield.

But she could perceive that he was trying to make up for the crimes committed in the previous life.

She turned and knelt down on the futon.

She closed her palms and looked up at the Buddha statue: "Buddhists pay attention to karma, past and present results, and predestined conditions. He has committed heinous crimes, but it is because of me. The Buddha is above, if you must Punish him, the daughter of the Nan family, willing to be punished for him..."

She does not believe in gods and Buddhas.

Just like the second brother before.

However, if she must give an explanation to the innocent creatures who suffered in the past life, she is willing to receive the punishment instead of the second brother.

Whether it is spurned by thousands of people, or **** of Abi, she is happy.

Poinsettia leaned behind the Buddha statue.

It was a bit hot in early summer.

He shook a fan and hooked his mouth, his eyes full of playfulness.

He pinched his nose and changed his tone: "Really willing to live for him and die for him?"

Nan Baoyi's eyebrows curled up.

Whose voice is this, it's unpleasant as an old duck, and I dare to respond as if to respond to her!

She stood up with her skirt in her arms, and walked to the back of the Buddha statue, and said sincerely: "The believer is in this life, and I am willing to go through all the waters and fires for him until he dies..."

While talking, he saw a Taoist with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, sitting lazily on the ground.

It turned out to be a poinsettia.

She reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you here?!"

The poinsettia was startled by her and bounced instantly.

He took two steps back in horror, groaning: "You want to scare me to death?!"

Nan Baoyi looked at him: "Did the empress send you?"

Poinsettia tidied up the robes and returned to its upright and upright appearance.

He smiled: "The situation in Luoyang has been reported to Chang'an by the spies. In these two days, the empress will know that Ayan has taken control of Luoyang. This is something she had expected, but she would never allow it. She sent me to give you a message, can you still remember the dagger she gave you in the Yuhuayuan? Can you still remember your dear ones in Chang'an?"

Nan Baoyi was silent.

She stood in the shadow of the Buddha statue, with no smile on her delicate, white face.

She touched her sleeve pocket.

There is a sharp dagger hidden here, which Empress Shen gave to her before leaving.

She asked her to insert the dagger into the second brother's heart.

Then, from the hands of the second elder brother, he seized the results he had obtained in Luoyang.

Dark light flashed across the girl's Danfeng eyes.

She pursed her small mouth, her eyes flushed suddenly, and she looked at the poinsettia with tears in her eyes, her voice was soft and waxy, and she was crying helplessly: "Brother, help me..."

The poinsettia is drinking with the water pouch.

Hearing this delicate voice, I was choked by the water in an instant, and coughed violently, then said with difficulty: "Are you trying to kill me, ah?!"

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyelashes, smiling shyly.

She stepped forward in small lotus steps, and pulled the poinsettia sleeve: "Brother..."

The ending is long and soft.

The poinsettia heart is about to melt.

The tips of his ears were reddish, he coughed, and tentatively touched Nan Baoyi's head: "Instead, it's not that there is no way to pass the test..."

Nan Baoyi blinked and blinked.

Immediately, she was like a little cat, rubbing his palm with her head cleverly, and her voice became even louder: "Brother, what can I do?"

The poinsettia was about to bleed with excitement.

...

On the other side, the Zen room.

The shadows of the trees outside the window were mottled, and the light came through the window, gently spilling on the chessboard.

Xiao Yizheng and the Western Region monks play a game.

He dropped a chess piece: "Once upon a time, the king asked the eminent monk about the good fortune, good fortune, good and bad luck, he gave him eight words,'Battlefield Shura, the lone star of the evil devil.' Yes,'Flowers make a full moon.' If Buddhism and Taoism are different, will the fate of divination be different?"

"There is nothing wrong with the same goal by different routes." The Western Region high monk smiled and fell. "It's just that what is said to be a good moon, Laojun Pavilion, didn't you ever exchange fate with others?"

Xiao Yi's hand was raised in the air, and his fingertips tightened slightly when he heard the words.

Back then, he followed Nan Jiaojiao to climb Qingcheng Mountain at night.

Nan Jiaojiao's signature was "two lives in one body, alone".

Seeing that the little girl was sad, he exchanged his signature for her.

He solemnly said, "Without this king, who would she spend a full moon with?"

The eminent monk lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "All sentient beings, no one is missing in the world, it's okay."

The chess piece that Xiao Yi pinched at his fingertips gradually shattered.

He endured and endured, and finally took the initiative to lower his posture: "Buddhists pay attention to turning back to the shore. If the king makes up for his mistakes, can he get peace and joy with her forever?"

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Ah ah ah, I am working on a new book today, so I only wrote a chapter

But actually I’m not satisfied with the new writing, I don’t know what I’m up to