Lanling covered the moon

The wheels of the carriage crushed the narrow mountain road up the mountain. Seeing that the sky had darkened, the coachman yelled at the horse and swung his whip to speed up the mountain.

The prince of Lanling in the car was silent, as if he was not in the car. If His Highness hadn't finally figured out where he was going, he might still be driving the carriage around Yecheng at this time.I don't know what happened to His Highness Lanling, Gaofu didn't return, and he didn't answer when asked where he was going, but just kept the carriage running until it was dark and the horses were exhausted, but it always seemed like the world had no end , the circuit is far away.

The young man was ordered by Manager An Rui to send His Royal Highness Lan Ling safely to the place he wanted to go, and to report the prince's whereabouts in time.

"Your Highness, there is an old friend of the prince in the Jingyun Nunnery outside the city? Why does Your Highness suddenly want to go there?" The groom also drove for a day, and he didn't talk to anyone for a day. The King of Lanling was courteous and courteous, and treated his servants with generosity. Wang Zimo raised the curtain of the carriage, stared blankly at the twilight mountain scenery on the mountain, and asked out of curiosity.

Jingyun Nunnery is actually such a place hovering among the strange rocks in Yunshan Mountain. Why didn't she realize the independence of this place when she was a child?No wonder my mother wanted to escape the world and enter the Buddhist gate when she came here. The ancient Buddha with the green lamp, cut off the worldly world, no longer disturbing herself, no longer entangled, is it not a kind of relief. . . . . .

"My lord?" The groom looked at His Highness Lan Ling suspiciously, thinking that the lord's beauty was beyond human, but his expression was too lonely, and there was sadness coming from it, as if he wanted to go away.

"My lord, don't you want to become a monk...?" The coachman slapped himself on the lips as soon as the words came out, and hurriedly apologized, "Damn the little one, damn the little one, talking nonsense What are you talking about! Don’t blame the prince, don’t blame the prince, the villain has lost his head, even if the prince wants to become a monk, he has to go to a big Buddhist temple like the White Horse Temple, how can he go to the bhikkhuni ashram! , the little one should fight again, what a fool to say stupid things! What a monk! My lord, my lord, my lord is so offensive, my lord, please forgive me..." He said so many mistakes, the coachman couldn't bite He bit his own tongue, raised his hand and hit himself again.

. . . . . .Zimo looked at the coachman and sighed.

That's right, even if she wants to find a place to become a monk, she can't come to this nunnery. Xiao Zimo is no longer a woman. For those things, she seems to be doing something nondescript and can't be called a monk. A martyr is not what a real man would say.

"Forget it, there are no people around here. If you say it, just say it. I will pretend that you haven't said it, and I won't blame you. But, if you talk too much when you go back, then don't blame me for not letting you go. " Zimo glanced at the groom as a threat.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lord Lanling, for your tolerance and generosity. The villain will not be punished for his misconduct. The villain will be honest when he returns home, and he will never talk nonsense." The groom nodded and agreed. He is the manager of Anrui. His subordinates also knew that the manager would definitely ask this and that when he went back, but His Royal Highness Lanling only told him not to talk nonsense, but he didn't say that he was not allowed to reveal that he came to this nunnery, so he didn't make any trouble at all.

The carriage stopped in front of the nunnery with gray tiles and gray walls. The driver, on behalf of Zimo, knocked on the door of the nunnery. A little nun opened the door and asked the intention of the visitor.

The coachman didn't know what he said, so the little nun frequently passed the coachman to look in the direction of Zimo in the distance, blushing again and again, then hurriedly chanted "Amitabha Buddha" and closed the door again, and ran away .

"How?" Zimo asked the coachman who came back.

"Oh, the little nun has already gone to pass the transmission. I said, Lord Lanling, you want to see the abbot." The coachman replied.

"En." Zimo nodded. She looked at the plaque hanging at the entrance of the nunnery, and the words "Baiyun Nunnery" written on it were strong and powerful. Unfortunately, in the dormitory under the mountain wind and rain, year after year, it was no longer as good as when she was a baby. As clear and vibrant as you can see.

The wooden door of Jingyun Nunnery squeaked and opened suddenly, and an elderly teacher led a group of nuns from the nunnery to come out, and bowed respectfully in front of Zimo: "The poor nun has seen the prince of Lanling, and the prince is here! Come here, I have never greeted you far away, I hope the prince will forgive me!"

Zimo turned his head to look at the presiding teacher at the front, ten years as a day, that teacher has not changed, Zimo seems to have returned to the past when she was mischievous and carefree.

"Master, please, masters, please, Chang Gong came here uninvited, and took the liberty to disturb everyone's Qingxiu, disrespectful, disrespectful." Zimo helped the abbot to listen to the cloud, the teacher's eyes were kind, just like back then, never changed.

"My lord, ever since the poor nun met you at the White Horse Temple, I told the abbot master about your well-being, and the abbot has been looking forward to your coming to see us every day... Great, you are finally here, my lord." Jinghui wiped her tears and followed behind the abbot, unable to restrain her joy.Although it is said that the monks need to cut off the mortal love, and the six roots are clean, but there was a Lanling King who lived in this small Jingyun Temple, and they are also honored. Thinking about how they have been fed goat milk since childhood, how can they not Give birth to feelings, don't worry about it.

"Master is so worried... Chang Gong also remembers this place from time to time. Thinking of the big pagoda tree in the nunnery, I was mischievous when I was a child and I didn't know how many bird eggs I smashed, which made Master very sad. He also messed around with the Orion children in the mountains, and caused a lot of trouble for the masters...You are young and ignorant, I hope the master will forgive Chang Gong for what he did back then."

Listening to Master Yun shaking his head with a smile, his old hand held Zimo's, warming Zimo's pale and cold hand: "My lord revisited the old place today, if you want to recall the past, you can go in with the old nun and sit inside Have a sip of tea and talk slowly, the night is coming, the mountain wind is strong, don't pay too much courtesy at the door."

Zimo originally intended to live in this nunnery for a while, but he was afraid of the inconvenience caused by the clean place of Buddhism. Now, listening to the teacher's wife, he did not avoid suspicion, so he ordered some things if he wished, and then asked the coachman to drive the carriage down the mountain to go back. I followed a group of nuns into this quiet nunnery.With simple tea and light food, avoiding the turmoil of the secular world, Zimo smelled the familiar woody fragrance in the nunnery, and the bell tower behind the nunnery rang, and it seemed that some spirits came back after a while.

Back then, she was not the embarrassed Gao Changgong she is now.

Back then, she was just a wandering soul who came here naked and was going to leave naked.Never thought about it, it turns out that in this world, the love is here.Where to go, she is also hopeless and does not know where to go.

The wind in the mountain seemed to have a spirit, and the big locust tree seemed to recognize her, rustling in the wind, as if mourning for her.

"Big tree, big tree, do you still remember me?" Zi Mo lightly rested his forehead on the trunk which was much bigger than her, and pressed it against his face, as if looking for support.

"Master, what's wrong with the prince? He has just been conferred the title, and he is a celebrity in the court. His future is limitless. Why is it like this..." Master Jinghui held the tea tray and wanted to give it to him. Zimo sent some food, but found that he was melancholy hugging the old pagoda tree in the bleak mountain wind and night in the backyard, so he unconsciously asked Mrs. Tingyun beside him.

"Oh Amitabha Buddha, there are three thousand troubles in the mundane world, which cannot be solved by earning them. You and I are monks. When the prince comes, we are relatives who grew up with him. When the prince leaves, the sound of wooden fishes is still in this nunnery. , don’t need to be mediocre. The prince has both good fortune and fortune, but he just has difficulties for a while and he can’t think about it. This quiet place can make him remember and recite, and it is also forming a relationship, so that he can have a place to hide in peace and tranquility. This is also a blessing..."

"Yes, what Master said is very true. Jinghui has explored the appearance too much, and her practice is really not enough, oh Amitabha." Master Jinghui said,

Then he brought the saucer into Zimo's meditation room.The meditation room where the master asked Zimo to live was the one she lived in when she was a child. In the past, Master Jinghui and Zimo shared a room. Now, Zimo has a different identity and is already an adult man. Master Tingyun can let Zimo Living in this nunnery is already a special kindness, and Mrs. Jinghui is temporarily living with other nuns.

"My lord, hurry up and have a meal. In the countryside, monks eat. Please don't be offended." Jing Hui greeted Zi Mo to enter the meditation room, but did not look at the tears on Zi Mo's face, which made Zi Mo feel as if he was sleepwalking. Xiao Zimo realized that Jinghui had been waiting for her in the room for a long time and was a little panicked. He raised his hand to cover the corners of his eyes, and nodded in response.

"No, the steamed buns in this nunnery are delicious, and the spring water is sweet. I didn't think so when I was a child, but when I grow up, I realize that it's hard to find such delicacies in the market." Zimo didn't eat for a day, she didn't speak, in fact It is true that the body is also a little uncomfortable.The sticky touch, and the dull pain in her body made her frown just thinking about it.

In fact, Jinghui looks like a mirror, but she just pours freshly brewed tea into Zimo's tea bowl, and doesn't ask much.I heard that Master Yun is right, Lord Lanling and this Jingyun Nunnery are destined, born here since childhood, those people whose six senses are pure and have broken their ties early have quite a relationship with Prince Lanling.He is willing to come here because he trusts here, and believes that this pure place of Buddhism can save him from suffering and soothe his worries.There are many ups and downs in the world, so why bother to get to the bottom of everything and ask about the succession? If Jing Wan is still alive in this world, seeing her son in such a state, how can she comfort her? ?

Jing Hui thought about it carefully, sitting on the kang in the meditation room, watching Zi Mo eating very intently, said with a smile: "My lord, do you know your mother's name?"

. . . . . .With steamed buns in his mouth, Zimo shook his head.She is an unfilial son who is hard to find in the ages, and she really doesn't even know her mother's name, "It seems that when I was young, I vaguely heard people call her Jingwan when they talked about my mother, but I know my mother is from the Jingzi generation." , it should be the name of the law."

"Yes, Jingwan is the dharma name, but your mother's secular name also has a wan character. There are not many people in the Jingyun nunnery who know her details. When your mother comes It's not long, and I have a cold temper, so I don't want to talk about the past with others, but my master should know more or less about your mother's identity before she became a monk. Mrs. Yun asked her old man, before, your father did not allow anyone here to mention this matter, but, Wang Ye, you are their biological son, I think the presiding master will definitely miss your highness's love for your mother of."

Zimo nodded, knowing that Jinghui saw her downcast appearance, and wanted her to divert her mind, thinking more about the past and origin of her mother, which could also relieve the depression in her heart, so she nodded slightly , Said: "Sister Jinghui, you don't have to talk to a prince. Don't you know my temper? I am stubborn and reckless. I don't have any rules and looks like a royal family. You should call me Chang Gong. The grandfather of the Gao family changed my name, sister, you can just call me Chang Gong."

"Yes, since His Highness Chang Gong said so, then Jinghui will not be so rigid in the future. Chang Gong, you are much better-tempered than when you were a child. Now you are so humble and polite, and treat others generously. If your mother has a spirit in heaven How happy I should be to see you so outstanding now. It’s not a poor nun nagging you, you really didn’t get a house for three days when you were a child, but where is your identity, who dares to beat you? Our entire nunnery is uneasy, the teacher finally let your father take you away, but as soon as you left, the whole Jingyun nunnery seemed to be empty, something was missing, and we were not used to it being so quiet. No People are noisy, no one climbs trees to be mischievous, not to mention people, even the old locust tree in the yard lost a lot of leaves that year..."

Jinghui's eyes turned red with a smile, she wiped her nose, and said, "Human, it's so strange. To be a monk is to see through the secular world, but after all, even plants and trees will be sentimental, let alone human beings? Are you here?" I stayed in this nunnery for two years and eight months, and I was bored for two years and eight months. I thought every day that it would be great if you didn't bother Qingxiu. But you left, and the rest of the years I have become a constant concern Thinking about what the baby who grew up feeding goat milk with one hand has become... Chang Gong, do you still remember how I beat you up when you were young?"

"Sister Jinghui, I'm not born with supernatural powers, how can I remember things so clearly when I was waiting to be fed? Haha, I only know how to climb up that old locust tree and bounce back and forth on the heads of the people who pass by below. Xiaoshizi is my specialty, has sister Jinghui been teased by me before?"

"Oh, that's the point! It's good that Chang Gong didn't mention it, but when I mentioned it, it really made me so angry! You didn't hit me with pebbles, you did it that time Hit me with bird droppings! You said you are not the little devil in the world? Hey, I am about to cry again when I think of it, hahaha, how can this be, you were so pregnant at that time that made people itch!" Jing When Master Hui brought up the past, he really smiled with tears in his eyes, and Zi Mo also smiled, and immediately opened his heart.

In the corner of the meditation room in the nunnery, Zimo and Jinghui looked at each other and smiled. At first, it was the most real. In fact, everything is vivid in my mind, but it is not the same now, and it is a new feeling to mention it.

In the Changguang Palace, Gao Zhan seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn't know the time and the moon.

The melodious sound of the piano bursts out, like the music of Brahma.

Gao Zhan frowned, slowly opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, he saw someone in the room, he slowly gathered his sight, his silver hair was hanging down to his waist, it turned out that He Shikai was playing the piano.

"Water..." Gao Zhan's throat was hoarse. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he just said this.

The strings vibrated slightly, and the music stopped abruptly. He Shikai was overjoyed, knelt down beside Gao Zhan's bed, and shouted outside the door: "My lord is awake! Come quickly, my lord is awake!"