The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

At three quarters past morning on the second day, when the sky was slightly bright, Tang San and Tang Si drove their carriage towards Tianmu Mountain Terrace on the outskirts of the city.

Facing the morning glow and heading east, the suburban road is lined with dense trees that tower into the clouds, and the road is sparsely populated. The withered grass on the roadside is covered with unmelted snow, and the exposed leaves are swaying in the breeze.

The sound of horse hooves came from the official road, and a spacious carriage surrounded by blue cloud-patterned brocade was slowly moving from west to east.

The carriage was covered with thick cushions. Tang Zhongbai held the drowsy Jiang Muxia in his arms. He reached out and wrapped the quilt that had slipped off her body. He tried to let her lean on him to ease the bumps.

He looked at her peaceful and sleeping face, his mind drifting back to the third day after he returned to the capital.

That day, he had just finished dinner and was fighting with his elder brother in the backyard when a servant ran over to report that someone was looking for him outside the door.

After seeing the person, he learned that Yin Yusheng, who had disappeared for a long time, had become a monk. He said his name was Pochen.

Break through the dust and see through the world.

Surprised, he suddenly felt a splitting headache. Yin Yusheng reached out and pressed his head gently, and the image flashing in his mind disappeared completely.

He said, "The past is destined, the fate of three lives, the nightmare of two lives."

Tang Zhongbai didn't understand what he meant, so Yin Yusheng chanted a Buddhist name, "Brother Tang, our fate has ended, but my time has come, and I have only one wish that has not been fulfilled."

He pursed his lips and continued, "She is stubborn and easily gets into a dead end. You are the only one who can persuade her. People's fate is determined by heaven, so let her not be too obsessed with other people's fate. Forcing others' fate will suddenly change your own fate. Her change will naturally change your fate. That's all I have to say. Goodbye."

After saying this, he turned around and left. No matter how Tang Zhongbai tried to keep him or how he asked him where he was, he never responded.

Tang Zhongbai felt as if he was in a dream. Looking at the empty alley, it was as if Yin Yusheng had never appeared.

He couldn't fall asleep for a long time at night, and he sat up and wondered what fate was.

Isn't one's own destiny in one's own hands? Is it wrong for her to help others? Doesn't Buddhism say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? She has helped so many people and saved so many lives. She has accumulated so much blessings, and if she wants to change, it will only be for the better.

But he considered the meaning of Yin Yusheng's words. The more she controlled, the worse her fate would be. Why? He didn't believe in evil.

Therefore, when Jiang Muxia took care of Liu Qinghe later, he not only did not stop her, but also supported her very much.

He came to see him today because he had too many questions in his mind to ask him in person. He also wanted to ask what fate there was between the two of them, and why when they first met, he felt that Yin Yusheng looked very familiar, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

He also saw a sense of déjà vu in Yin Yusheng's eyes.

He had never mentioned to Jiang Muxia what had happened between him and Yin Yusheng.

"Whoa..." The carriage stopped.

"Sir, it's here."

After reaching the foot of the mountain, you still have to climb dozens of feet of steps to reach Lingyun Temple.

Tang Zhongbai wrapped her cloak and hood around her, then helped her up the stairs.

"Be sure to tell me if you can't walk anymore." He squeezed her hand.

Jiang Muxia nodded, "Okay."

The steps are high and steep, and Lingyun Temple seems to be floating in the clouds. I am really afraid that if there is a strong wind, the temple will disappear in the clouds.

Halfway up the mountain, three bells rang from the temple.

Tang Zhongbai sighed and stopped, "That's not right. The morning bell is always rung three times, thirty-six times each time. Why was it only rung three times?"

The bell rang, and colorful auspicious clouds rose into the sky in the west, hovering over Lingyun Temple for a long time.

The four of them stopped and looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling magical, as such a natural phenomenon could only be seen once in a century.

"I heard people say that when unusual phenomena occur in the sky, it means either a great saint appears or a great disaster. These colorful auspicious clouds should be a good sign. Could it be that a great monk has appeared in the temple?" Tang Si said with his eyes wide open.

Tang Zhongbai and Jiang Muxia looked at each other, not daring to delay any longer, and supported each other as they went up the stairs.

The gate of Lingyun Temple was closed. Tang San went forward and knocked on the door, but no one responded after waiting for a long time.

"Young Master, how about I jump over the wall and open the door?" Tang Si said.

"Don't act rashly in a Buddhist temple. Wait."

Tang San knocked on the door again. The four of them waited for about half an hour before a young monk slowly opened the door.

"Amitabha, please forgive me, four donors. A great master passed away in the temple today, so we are not welcoming guests. Please go back."

The young monk was about to close the door, but Jiang Muxia stopped him and asked, "Excuse me, little master, which master passed away?"

Her chest was pounding, and she had a bad feeling when she saw the colorful auspicious clouds.

"It's Master Pochen who is staying in our temple."

Jiang Muxia's legs went limp, and she felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and she almost fainted. Her tears could not stop flowing down her cheeks, and her heart felt like a needle stabbing her.

A living person, just gone like that?

Tang Zhongbai supported her, his eyes filled with sorrow, and begged, "Little Master. We are here to look for Master Pochen. Could you please make an exception and let us see him off for the last time?"

Tang San and Tang Si opened their mouths in shock. They were amazed that Yin Yusheng suddenly became a monk. Four months ago, they had tea and wine together. After three months of not seeing each other, he became a monk and became a monk. In just a few days, he became a high monk and turned into a seven-colored auspicious cloud?

Tang Si pinched himself hard, "hiss" it hurt so much, it was not a dream.

"I have to ask Master for instructions before I can give you an answer."

The four of them continued to wait. Jiang Muxia was crying out of breath, and Tang Zhongbai stroked her back to help her calm down.

Jiang Muxia was sad. In her previous life, he was beaten and disabled because of her, so he had to become a monk and spent his life guarding the green lamp and ancient Buddha. In this life, he helped her fulfill her wish and took the initiative to become a monk. If he had lived well, she would be at peace.

But, it’s only been a few days and he’s only twenty years old, why did he go?

The temple gate opened again, and this time a middle-aged monk came out to open the door.

"Before Uncle Yin died, he instructed that if any donors, Tang Zhongbai and Jiang Muxia, come to look for him, he would give each of them a relic of his incarnation. I will send someone to deliver the relics to your homes another day. It is not convenient to entertain guests today, so please go back." After saying this, he closed the temple door.

Jiang Muxia stopped crying, was stunned for a moment, and knelt down in the middle of the temple gate. Tang Zhongbai knelt down next to her, and Tang San and Tang Si knelt down behind them.

The four of them kowtowed three times towards the temple, "Brother Yusheng, in your next life you must be born into a wealthy and harmonious family, live a peaceful and smooth life, marry, have children, and enjoy your old age."

She didn't look up for a long time, and Tang Zhongbai pulled her up out of concern for her health.

"The ground is cold, let's go back."

At the foot of the mountain, Jiang Muxia looked back at Lingyun Temple. It was solemn and majestic, giving people a sense of seriousness that could not be desecrated.

She didn't believe in Buddhism in either of her two lives, but she revered it from the bottom of her heart.

The trees on the roadside began to sway gently, and the noise became louder and louder. The wind blew on her face, hurting her like a knife.

"It's windy, get in the car."