The princess pushes her close to a woman

In the middle of the night, Song Ci had no objection to hearing the precepts in his mouth, and was imprisoned for a full month before being released after counting the crimes and punishing him with a stick.

The back mountain is quiet and quiet, and she devoted herself to studying Buddhism, and when she came out, her cultivation was a little more advanced, and she was on par with the abbot's discussion of Dharma.

"You have a destiny with the Buddha, but you have no destiny with the Buddha..." the abbot sighed and knocked the wooden fish in his hand again.

It turned out that the abbot didn't believe her either...

Song Ci lowered his eyes, flicking the Zen beads in his hand unhurriedly, his thoughts seemed to move slightly with it, his always compassionate and indifferent eyes were faintly stained with dust in the lingering incense.

And this bleakness seemed to be an illusion, and when she raised her eyes again, her gaze fell on the quietly burning incense burner, and it was the mage Jingchen who was like the reincarnation of the Buddha with a heart like still water and saving all beings.

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After the confinement ended, Song Ci was still the same as before. Apart from doing morning and evening classes in the main hall, he would also read scriptures under the old tree in his spare time.

Although there were gossips in her ears, they never disturbed the level of the pool in her heart like a mirror.

"Uncle Shi, why do you still dare to be here?" Minghui couldn't figure it out, so he ran over to ask him after holding back for a few days.

"Bodhi doesn't have a tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust?" Song Ci said unhurriedly.

Even if she deliberately avoids it, there will still be gossip. The problem is not with her, but with those people who are not calm.

Minghui understands the meaning of this sentence, but still can't understand what the uncle did. After thinking for a while, he said: "Half a month ago, the eldest princess came to look for you for several days, but she was chased away by the uncle's stern words. You stay here every day, and she won't come over."

"Minghui, your heart is not quiet anymore."

After finishing speaking, she closed the scriptures, walked away unhurriedly, Minghui was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Uncle, are you calm?"

"I will be a monk for a day, so I should be quiet for a day." Song Ci replied without thinking.

She suddenly felt that what the abbot said was true, and her heart was probably restless. She became a monk at the age of eight, and her purpose was only to seek shelter, not to see through the world of mortals and cut off the fate of the world...

Hongchen, what is it?

Minghui chased after the last time, and called out: "Uncle, the abbot wants you and me to go to the eldest princess's mansion tomorrow and get back a Buddhist scripture from the Western Regions."

Song Ci turned sideways slightly, looked up at him, and lowered his head again.

"After class tomorrow morning, can Ming Hui go to see you at your uncle's residence?" Ming Hui asked.

Is this the abbot's test?

Song Ci nodded, feeling a little bored, it's better to put her in confinement again.

The confinement area at the back of the mountain has a beautiful scenery. If you look up close, it looks like a stream of water flowing down like a bead curtain.There, both body and mind are peaceful and free.

The next morning, when I went down the mountain, my physical fitness was extremely poor, and I delayed walking to the city until noon. When I arrived at the eldest princess's mansion, the servants said that the princess went to the palace after lunch, and I don't know when she will come back.

Following the arrangement and waiting in the mansion for more than an hour, Song Ci felt that he might not be able to wait, so he offered to leave, but was stopped.

She recognized the woman in Tsing Yi in front of her, the Eldest Princess called her Mo He that night, her steps were light and her breath was steady, and she presumably had good martial arts.

The eldest princess's mansion was heavily guarded and there were many guards. After thinking for a while, she sat back again.

In the evening, when Princess Chang returned to the mansion, she hosted a vegetarian banquet. The brightly lit hall was still there. She was dressed in a dark red phoenix-patterned brocade dress with dignity and elegance, showing the royal majesty, unlike the one who turned into a fairy that night.

Minghui was also a commoner before he became a monk, and had never had the opportunity to meet dignitaries. At this time, facing the most honorable princess of Great Liang, he couldn't help taking a peek. He was intimidated by the aura and panicked involuntarily.

It seems that he will never be able to get rid of the humbleness in his bones, no matter how hard he practices, he will never be able to live in the world in a detached and indifferent manner like Master Jingchen, who sees all beings as equal regardless of high or low.

The flowery and jade-like musician covered his face with a light gauze, and his steps were light and graceful, as if he was walking in the Qionglou Yuyu surrounded by fairy spirits. His skillful dance was graceful and moving, but it was a pity that no one of the three of them appreciated it during the banquet.

I haven't seen him for a full month, Shen Qingluo's gaze has been fixed on Song Ci below, and he never takes his eyes off him. He doesn't even care about the delicacies, so how can he have the leisure to watch the singing and dancing.

The fiery eyes fell on him, Song Ci seemed to be unaware, and he ate without any distracting thoughts. The delicacies on the plate with scallion white fingers and exquisite jade chopsticks were extremely attractive, and the indifferent eyebrows and eyes that were usually indifferent under the candlelight were also a little bit at this moment. Soft, as if a banished fairy who strayed into the mortal world was contaminated with fireworks.

Faced with such Song Ci, even if Shen Qingluo racked her brains, she would only foolishly praise the beauty in her heart, and she couldn't think of the modifiers next to it for a while.

It's a pity that Song Ci put down his chopsticks after a while, and Shen Qingluo, who had been paying attention to him, waved to let people go down when he saw this.

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and Shen Qingluo came to Song Ci politely, and said with concern: "Is the food not to your taste? What do you want to eat, I will arrange someone to do it."

"Thank you princess for your hospitality, the poor monk has already used it up." Song Ci said lightly, but there was a slight turmoil in his heart. As a princess, Shen Qingluo is also so careful, which is really rare.

"Really?" Shen Qingluo glanced at Ming Hui who was still buried in his meal, and couldn't help asking.

She has never seen a man who eats as little as Song Ci, but...it seems that she has never seen a man who is as indisputable as he is, like the best jade flawless.

After Song Ci nodded slightly, he clasped his palms together, closed his eyes and meditated.

She didn't want to say anything to Shen Qingluo. This princess was much smarter than when she was a child. She disguised herself as a man since she was a child, but today was the first time she was noticed as strange...

But they don't understand, it's all because Shen Qingluo put his mind to her.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk to her, Shen Qingluo was slightly disappointed, but remembering Mo Li's arrangement, she asked: "Song Ci, after you finish eating, accompany me to the garden to digest food, and it's not too late to meditate .”

"Cultivation is a matter of persistence over time." Song Ci said unhurriedly, and she was the only one in the world who dared not take the eldest princess seriously.

"Song Ci, do you still want scriptures?" Shen Qingluo glared at Song Ci angrily, her cold and indifferent eyes made her feel cute and annoying.

"Uncle Jingchen..."

Minghui's tense forehead was sweating, and Master Jingyuan didn't believe that Master Jingchen was innocent. If the uncle annoyed the eldest princess again and returned to the temple empty-handed without getting the scriptures, he would definitely be misunderstood as an excuse to get the scriptures, but in fact he was private. meeting princess.

This is a big taboo for the monks, and if it is heard by the uncle of the prison temple, he will inevitably be punished by the staff and grounded, and even... expelled from the mountain gate.

"The poor monk was ordered by the abbot to come to the Princess Chang's mansion to get scriptures. If the princess doesn't want to, the poor monk will go back empty-handed." May it be as Shen Qingluo wishes.

Her reputation has been ruined, and the matter of marriage has nothing to do with her.But Shen Qingluo was different, considering her childhood love, she would not let her heart mistake Xu Qingyu for destroying herself.

The implication is that scriptures are optional...

After hearing her words, Shen Qingluo laughed angrily, "Song Ci, is it difficult for you to go out with Ben Gong?"

"Amitabha, you are a woman. Although the poor monk is a monk, you are a man. You should avoid suspicion."

Mixed with empathy for the sufferings of the world, the original cold voice was slightly gentler, Shen Qingluo blinked, and she seemed to see a little helplessness in Song Ci's eyes.

I don't mean to be angry...

The author has something to say:

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