[Quick Transmigration] It is said that someone is chasing me?

Dongshan Linghua Temple.

It was late autumn, and most of the dense trees and shallow grass planted in the temple were now mixed with withered yellow, and the branches and leaves of the trees had already turned yellow and fallen off.As the autumn wind blew, the leaves rustled and fell to the ground with a thick layer of golden yellow.There are not too many flowers in the temple, and there is a little bit of Fangyan's sorrow when it withers. There are a lot of autumn chrysanthemums planted beside the gate of the temple, which are in full bloom at this time.

This season is about to enter winter, and the weather in Shangjing is rather cold. The pampered young prince has already put on a thinner fox fur cloak, hiding his pale face due to illness in the fur collar, and wrapping it tightly stand up.

His eyes are exposed, apricot round eyes, but the corners of his eyes are a little raised, coupled with his pale and sickly face, he should have a thin and pitiful figure, but he forcibly shows a bit of unknowing frivolous charm.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he stepped on the thick fallen leaves and walked towards the temple.

Linghua Temple is not big. In a prosperous place like Shangjing, there are countless princes and nobles. Naturally, there are many temples for praying and offering sacrifices. Among them, the largest temple in Shangjing, Longwei Temple, is the most prestigious.And this Linghua Temple is small and quiet, there are not many monks, and there are only a few pilgrims coming and going.

The little prince stopped a little novice, his breath was a little flustered, and he asked after a while: "Little monk, where is your presiding abbot?"

The little prince's body is weak, which is the root cause of the disease from birth. Tiancaidibao will be raised for 18 years, but he is still unbearable.At this time, it was just a few extra steps in a hurry, and he couldn't bear it anymore. In the cold weather, beads of sweat were dripping on his forehead, but it made his pale and delicate cheeks stained with a little blush.

The little monk thought, there really are such good-looking people in this world, who look like immortals.

"In...in the repair room..." the little monk murmured foolishly.

Seeing this, the little prince smiled, and without makeup for a moment, his face was peachy, his handsome brows were bewildering: "He is a cute little novice monk."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the repair room, leaving the descendants stunned in place, lowering their heads and joining hands to read scriptures.

"Sin of sin."

The Qingxiu Room of Linghua Temple is the place where the monks in the Jiaohua Temple were presided over and preached Buddhism in the past dynasties.

It was obviously not the first time for the young prince to come here, and he knew everything about the buildings in the temple. He passed through the main hall of the temple, and crossed several winding corridors, before arriving at the door of the repairing room.

Several monks in the room had already stood up from the futons, bowed in the direction of the abbot in front, and prepared to leave. It seemed that the Buddhist scriptures had been explained.

The little prince thought in his heart, it was just right for him to come.

Before going out, all the monks saw the young prince at the door, put their hands together, nodded politely and said: "Benefactor." Then they walked out of the room.

Standing at the door, the wind blew a little too fast. When everyone left the repair room, the little prince tightened the cloak on his body. He described it as slightly haggard but his eyes were extremely clear and bright, and walked slowly into the house.

The person standing upright in the room is the abbot of Linghua Temple, Le Wu.

Liao Wu is tall and straight, with a very beautiful appearance, with thin eyebrows, thin lips and handsome contours, and his eyes are half-covered, with insight into the clarity, not stained by the dust of the world, wearing a pure white cassock, wearing a world-renowned, Buddha-dharma-ridden , making people no longer have the slightest sense of profanity towards that appearance.At this moment, he was clasping his palms together, and nodded slightly towards the little prince.

Seeing this, the little prince opened his lips and laughed happily: "My lord, my father ordered me to come to Linghua Temple to recuperate. From then on, I can listen to you chanting sutras and teaching the Dharma every day."

Ji Xin, with a long character, is the name of Master Wu in the world of mortals. I don't know how this little prince learned about it. From then on, he no longer respectfully calls him "Abbot" or "Master", but directly calls his name, saying yes. Because of the kindness.

Liao Wu never dissuaded him, his family died in the secular world before becoming a monk, not to mention the name taboo, it's better to call him "abbot", but he was pushed away by the little prince.

At that time, the little prince smiled sweetly, raised his eyebrows and jokingly said: "It's just a name, is it possible that the master is afraid that I will eat you?"

Liao Wu's face was as usual, and his Buddha's heart was firm. He turned the beads in his hand and said softly: "Amitabha."

"Haha," the little prince became more joyful when he heard the words, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were dyed vermilion, he moved closer to Wu, and said in a more frivolous tone, "Why, your Buddha can't save you, you should follow me and return to vulgarity as soon as possible Alright, when the time comes, I can grant you the status of a prince and concubine, and I will give you a lot of love and affection."

Liao Wu stopped turning the fingers of the Buddha beads, his eyes were pure, and the Buddha's heart was untainted: "Amitabha, benefactor, you have exceeded the distance."

Thinking of Wu Wu's calm attitude at that time, and seeing that the person in front of him was still calm and composed, the little prince bit his bloodless lower lip to pretend to be angry, and asked sharply, "Sir, have you listened to my king's speech?"

Liaowu nodded: "The benefactor will be recuperating in our temple. May the benefactor Qin recover soon."

Just at this time, the servants of the palace rushed over, saw the young prince, and shouted sadly: "Oh, my little master, you are still weak, so don't run around by yourself, If something goes wrong, how can the slave take care of it!"

Then the man saw Wu again, and immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Master Wu, my lord is going to recuperate in your temple for a while, and I hope Master Wu will take care of him."

There is no return gift: "I should chant sutras day and night for the benefactor of Qin and pray for blessings."

"What Qin benefactor, Qin benefactor, why don't you call me by my name?" The little prince frowned.

"Don't dare."

"Why don't you dare." The little prince resorted to his nonsense skills, "I order you, call me Sihe."

Liao Wu's expression remained unchanged: "Don't dare."

The little prince was very angry, biting his pale lower lip and turning slightly red: "Don't dare, don't dare, maybe you want to call me by the name of Qin Yi?"

The servants of the palace were afraid that the little prince would be angry, so he quickly turned to Wudao: "My master and the master hit it off right away, so I naturally hope to be more familiar with each other."

"Si and the benefactor," said without alienation and neither humble nor overbearing, "may the poor monk guide the benefactor to the courtyard where he lives and recuperate?"

Linghua Temple is very quiet and suitable for recuperation. The courtyard chosen by Liao Wu for the young prince is even more quiet and quiet. It is located at the foot of the temple and only a few steps away from the abbot's courtyard.

Seeing this, the little prince curled his lips into a chuckle.

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It was night, after the little prince had eaten his fast, Qianren found his Guqin, sat in front of the window wearing a cloak, and began to play the strings.

The little prince is Qin Yi.

Since arriving in this last world, he finally understood what the furthest distance in this world is.

For him, it must be - in his previous life, the bear boy pressed him hard on the bed and he yelled "Don't be a beast", in this life, if he gets close to the bear boy, Amitabha will say "don't give alms".

Qin Xiaowang sighed softly in his heart, the world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable.

It's not good to pretend to be someone, why must he be a monk, or such a serious monk, Qin Yi felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

His body is indeed a little weak, and he can't stand playing the piano for a long time.

The haggard and frail little Prince Qin looked at the place where the abbot's courtyard was. They looked up at the same crescent moon.

He raised his hand, and the last piece he played was "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

In the abbot's courtyard, the holy and self-sufficient monks who heard the sound of the piano seemed calm and indifferent, without seeking love, without thinking, and without being affected by wind and frost.He folded his palms together in front of his chest, and with the other hand he tapped the wooden fish slowly, making a crisp sound.The green lamp was half covered, the ancient Buddha was majestic, he looked calm, but what he muttered was the "Meditation Mantra".

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time,

Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, save all suffering.

......"

The sound of chanting sutras resounds through the lonely square, and it unexpectedly coincides with the sound of the clank and zither in "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" not far away.

Suddenly, the water in the pool in the courtyard splashed a burst of ripples, and the water droplets were crystal clear under the refraction of the moonlight. When they fell, they wet the withered and withered lotus leaves in the pool, which shocked the tranquility of the courtyard. It turned out that the red koi fish jumped out of the water.

"Liu Wu, your heart is messed up."

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Half a month later, there was a heavy snowfall in Shangjing.

The snow was caught off guard, and the world was covered with silver clothes overnight. Such a grand scene, as the poet said, should be the celestial beings who were drunk and smashed the white clouds.

When the bell rang in the morning, the little prince got up to wash up, shivering from the cold, and the servants filled two more pots of charcoal fire in the room, so that he felt better.

"It's freezing cold, master, do you still want to listen to monks chanting scriptures in the morning?"

"Naturally."

Seeing that they couldn't stop him, the servants took out a thick fur cloak to wrap Prince Qin tightly, brought fox fur sleeves, and a stove to warm his hands, and then went out with the little prince under an umbrella.

Most of the monks in the temple have exercised. Except for the young novice monks, most of them are in good health and are not afraid of the snowy weather. Most of the monks in the main hall just add a cotton-padded jacket lining and sit on the futon to wait.

Master Liaowu sat at the front, half-covered his brows and eyes, turned the beads, and a leisurely Sanskrit singing sounded. The little prince Qin closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility and comfort of this moment. disappear.

In the past, after chanting sutras and singing, everyone would leave and perform their duties. However, the weather today was unpredictable. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, the wind and snow howled, and it was difficult to walk.

Seeing this, the servants of the Wangfu hurriedly said: "What should I do?! There is not enough charcoal fire in the courtyard, so I just sent people down the mountain to get it. If the weather is like this these days, people from the bottom of the mountain will not be able to come up for a while, my lord. How can my body bear it!"

Unaware of the words, he raised his eyes to look at Prince Qin who covered his eyes lightly, as if he had nothing to do with himself, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand unconsciously, and said slowly: "There is still a charcoal fire in my room, the benefactor can just take it."

Qin Xiaowang opened his eyes when he heard this, and his eyes were burning: "This king has used it, how can I rest?"

"Amitabha, the body of the poor monk is acceptable."

"You don't need to say more." The little prince interrupted his words, the corners of his eyes seemed to be spring-like, and he said firmly, "This king wants to live in your room."