Ning Gu

In the Hall of Female Heroes, the lamps and candles are weeping.One person sleeps inside, and the other stands by.

"His Majesty."

The people guarding Xie Ling turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw that it was Lu Qi, so they pointed outside the Jinping, signaling to go out and talk, for fear of disturbing the sleeping man.

Lu Qi stood outside Jinping, looking at Monk Huixuan lying silently on the small couch facing Jinping, as if falling asleep, he couldn't help sobbing.He was very surprised, and he didn't know when he had seen this person, but he was a little sad.Asked: "This... how to deal with it?"

"At dawn tomorrow, someone..." Zhao Zuo was giving orders, but suddenly hesitated, swallowed the sentence "take him back to the temple" that came to his lips, and changed his words, "Let your father decide."

"You also think Shanren is my father?"

"He is." Zhao Zuo replied firmly.

When he carried the sleeping Xie Ling into the palace, he caught a glimpse of the scar under his collarbone.It was left earlier, such a hidden location, only he and Xie Ling knew about it.Of course, he didn't want to tell this brat.

What's more, he is also sure that Xie Wuling will survive, as long as his good friend Qi Zhisheng receives the original letter, he will definitely go to Xie's mansion to take Xie Wuling away.Zhao Zuo still remembered that in the inner hall of Chongque, Xie Wuling leaned down on the steps and said that it was the last favor he got.If Zhao Zuo could think that, it would be the first time he refuted Xie Wuling's request, but that kind of grace was something that a king could not refute—a courtier, a villain.

All he can do is follow his wishes on the surface, but privately give Qi Zhisheng all the convenience to take him away. He is the king, and he also wants to be that Cong Shanlang.

Zhao Zuo raised his head and looked towards the sky, thinking that the last time he came to Qingxu Xuanguan, it was still a very bad weather.

He looked at this monk named Huixuan with a cold face, holding the long sword handed by Xie Wuling himself in the mansion in one hand, and a woman covered in bruises in the other, and walked out of the Hall of Heroes, as if from Ye Fu, who came out of the fiery prison, had a fierce look on his face.

That woman, Zhao Zuo knew, was a very beautiful and glamorous real person, when Xie Ling decided to go to Fufeng with him, he came here to bid farewell to this real person, he stood outside the watch and saw this woman from afar It is not an exaggeration to say that she is talented and gorgeous.And she in Huixuan's arms was extremely weak, or in other words, when they saw her, she was almost dying.Her servant Suizhu went to meet him with an umbrella, but after seeing the real person, she burst into tears.

Then the real person put his arms around Hui Xuan's neck, the bruises on her arms were still clearly discernible through the rain curtain, it was a terrifying scene when Hui Xuan came to see her.The real person was close to his ear, whispering something, intimate and natural.Huixuan's red eyes full of evil spirits dimmed at that moment.

He turned his head, and what he saw was the last smile left by the real person, just like the flashing Utan in that summer night, people were amazed by it, amazed by it, unforgettable for a long time.

At midnight, the novice of Zhaoxing Temple struck the bell on the top of the mountain.The bell and chime lingered between the temple and the temple, and it sounded to my ears at this time, it was more like saying goodbye to the two people who had slept forever in this temple, and the years they had shared.

"Nie Yuan, is it evil or fate?"

On an autumn day more than ten years ago, Zhaoxing Guest House ushered in its first female benefactor. She was a very beautiful girl. Those little monks who only knew how to recite scriptures and listen to Zen could not bear to see her. Stop and take a look.

There are many detainees staying in Zhaoxing. They not only have the melancholy of a wanderer, but also insist on good things.Because of this girl, Zhaoxing Temple has many more Jiang Huzi who come here admiringly.

They all say that the girl is from Yangzhou, and she can play well, but no one in the temple has heard her play and sing; In the deep cave, he was rescued by the abbot Youfang, and he redeemed himself, leaving the place of endless lights.

The monks in the temple didn't know her name, but Xie Ling called her "Yan Niang" because of her charming appearance with green brows and slightly raised eyebrows, swaying eyebrows, dimpled cheeks, and small mouth.

But Yanniang didn't care much about the child Xie Ling, she only cared about the handsome little monk beside the abbot.On weekdays, the handsome young monk would go to the main hall to chant scriptures and listen to the abbot's lectures, while Yanniang would wander around the temple, picking flowers and branches, fluttering butterflies, enjoying herself.After he finished class, she changed ways to ask him to give lectures.

It was a very cool autumn day, Yanniang went to the Yixie Pavilion in the temple, and saw that handsome young monk sitting at the stone table alone, copying scriptures.She casually picked up a scripture that she had set aside and read: "This is a wonderful method."

Suddenly she knocked down the book again, and asked the young monk who was copying the scriptures: "Little monk Huixuan, do you remember the last sentence?"

"Buddhas come."

"Why?"

"No solution." This Huixuan kept writing, but his attitude towards her was not good.

"If in the future, I take refuge, I will take the name of the Miaofa, what do you think?" Yanniang seemed to be no longer surprised by Huixuan's attitude, she was not annoyed, and said to herself.

"Yeah." Hui Xuan didn't take it seriously, and responded.It never occurred to me that in the spring of the next year, the girl really became a Miaofa real person, and she even moved out of Zhaoxing Temple and moved to the abandoned temple next door.

When Miaofa just moved there, Huixuan once heard her mentioned by the little monks sweeping the floor.

"How many years has the abandoned temple been abandoned, where can people live?"

"I heard that when she and her little maid mentioned it to the abbot, the abbot hesitated, but for some reason, he agreed."

"Oh. I also heard from her little maid that the abbot originally planned to ask Huixuan to find a few brothers to clean the Xuanguan for the real person, but the real person himself refused."

At that time, Huixuan was still dedicated to Buddha.But Xie Ling is different from everyone in Zhaoxing Temple, he was originally a wild thief adopted by the abbot, so naturally he is not restricted to one side of the temple.He loves to listen to the stories told by the guests who have traveled all over the world, and also likes to imitate the way those master's friends speak and do things, and even more loves the free and easy temperament of this Yan Niang.But he himself didn't expect that after he understood those stories, acquired arty sentiments, inherited Yan Niang's free and easy temperament, but he also deeply understood the obedience of these idiots and resentful women.But that's all, another story.

Speaking of which, Huixuan didn't remember when these two women cleaned up the Qingxu Temple, nor did he remember when he began to miss this real Miaofa; he only remembered that every night he would wait for Xie Ling to help When he came back, he turned off the lights in the house; he only remembered that the cold winter was approaching, and he asked the novice in the monastery several times to carry charcoal fires to the temple; Xuanguan knocks on the door.

That day was no different than usual, except that the red plum blossoms of the old plum tree in the Xuanguan courtyard were all in bloom.Xie Ling was tired and fell asleep on the real person's couch in the Hall of Nuying, and it was sunset in the blink of an eye.A few days ago, Xie Ling was taught by his senior brother that he should not sleep in this Xuanguan, let alone sleep on a real person's couch.He shook his head, chased away the drowsiness lingering in his mind, turned over and got off the couch.Walking out of the Nvying Hall is a straight bridge over a mountain stream.Miaofa sat under the old plum tree in the garden at the other end of the Zhiqiao, and poured a bowl of wine for herself.

There is a fox fur under her body, which is placed on the snow, the white fox's fur seems to blend with the snow color, if you don't look closely, you can think that she is a fairy born in the snow.

"Xiaoling'er, are you awake?"

"Really, are you eating wine?"

"Would you like to have a sip?" the real person wearing a female crown asked him as he picked up the pottery bowl.

Xie Ling waved his hands hastily, remembering his master's teachings, he hurriedly said: "You can't touch it, you can't touch it."

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines—" Miaofa recited leisurely, without any further persuasion, he drank the bowl straight away.She pulled up her sleeve and wiped the wine stains on her lips, and said: "Your little brother, why don't you come to Guanli?"

"Master told me not to disturb you from the monastery monks, maybe that's the reason."

After listening to the wonderful method of this explanation, she stopped talking and just ate the wine blindly. After eating three bowls in a row, Xie Ling felt that her complexion was almost the same as that of the plum blossom behind her.He didn't know what he said wrongly, which made the person in front of him unhappy, but he knew that drinking like this would not be a good thing, so he went up to persuade him: "My real man, don't drink anymore."

At this time, Miaofa's eyes became a bit misty, and she smiled and regarded the Xuanguan as a Yangzhou entertainment venue.She raised a lamp to invite Xie Ling and said, "Come on, if you eat this bowl, I will listen to you and stop eating, how about it?"

This was Xie Ling's first time drinking wine, he seemed to be intoxicated by the wine, but he was fascinated by the taste of the wine.He wanted to take another sip, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Xie Ling got up helplessly and opened the door for the visitor, but outside, the person holding the lamp was covered with snow.Xie Ling turned sideways, waited for him to enter, and closed the courtyard door.But he saw that the man with the wind and snow on his lap was standing here, looking at the man under the plum tree.

There was light snow, covering the tops of a bright red old tree. Under the tree was a beautiful lady, who raised her head up, and the jade liquid fell into the mouth of the sandalwood.

"One Jue's long love, lovesickness kills."

Let the real man sneer and smile wryly, lying drunk in fox fur and falling asleep drunk.

This is probably the stunning scenery that Huixuan can see in this life. He killed all living beings and captured all of him. It should be a mockery that is colder than winter, and Taoyao who is more beautiful than spring. scene.He was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a step, only dared to watch from a distance.

It was also this scene that made him feel that the Gushe Immortal in the book should be like this.Rao is the Youtan mentioned by the Miaofa Lianhua, and it is incomparable.

Huixuan was stunned, but subconsciously repeated the words he had heard: "Once a long-lasting love, lovesickness kills."

At the moment when he finished speaking, Huixuan's heart seemed to be covered by the light snow all over the sky. On that winter night, he panicked, as if he had forgotten all the rules and regulations, and he recognized that the person in front of him should be Hold him with seven emotions, and give him the seven-suffering euphyllum.

Xie Ling woke up from this scene, and found himself in the female hero's hall. He subconsciously pushed away the robe covering his body, and wanted to go to Zhiqiao without paying attention. He even thought that maybe he went out and saw It is the drinking real person under the old plum tree.But before he left the Nvying Hall, he looked at his senior brother lying on the small couch facing Jinping.

The person in the wind and snow is now lying quietly on this couch.

Xie Ling ran to the couch, fell in front of Huixuan, and murmured over and over again: "Senior brother...Senior brother..."

Since Xie Ling tasted wine when he was young, he often came to the temple. At that time, when he looked at his senior brother and Master Miaofa, he thought, there must be only this pair of bi people in this world.The senior brother is from a noble family, his strength of character is born, his magic is like a lady in the world, and his freedom and ease are tempered by the world.However, the two of them complement each other, if the brother is not a monk... I am afraid that the two of them are deeply in love, and the world will be envied.

The sky was still dark and the night was still long, but Xie Ling lost sleepiness.He knelt in front of the couch, thinking about the phrase "Huangquan turns back".

"Where is Huangquan?"

Xie Ling lay on the edge of the small couch, looked at the swaying veil in the porch, his vision blurred.

The author has something to say: "Such a wonderful method, all the Buddhas and Tathagatas will speak it from time to time, just like the Utan bowl flower, it will appear in your ears from time to time."

--- "The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma"