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

At night, the little prince couldn't stand it any longer. The chill and piercing pain all over his body made him lie down on the bed wrapped in blankets and toss and turn.The root cause of the disease brought out of the womb caused him to experience severe pain in the bones of his legs when he encountered humid, rainy and overcast weather.

Apparently, this is not the first time that the servants of the palace have encountered such a situation. While shouting anxiously, "Master, please wait a moment, the slave will add another pot of charcoal brazier", while orderly arranging the servants to light the fire.

Prince Qin's mother concubine Concubine Liu was poisoned to save the sage. The sage was safe and sound, but she would not live long. She was born prematurely, and the residual poison in her body was left in the little prince's body. After checking the pulse, the imperial doctor shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't live to reach the age of the crown."

The Holy Majesty was grateful for Concubine Liu's life to save him, and sympathized with the prince who lost his mother when he was young, so he used rare medicinal materials to raise his body since he was a child.After the little prince became sensible, he was extremely intelligent. He was courageous and resolute at a young age, and the more he grew up, the more talented he would be. He was amazing and loved him even more.Thinking of his body, while liking it, the Holy Majesty couldn't help but sigh with regret, and turned to treat the little prince even better, and at sixteen he became the king.

This time, the little prince asked to go to Linghua Temple to recuperate, the Holy One waved his hand and he agreed, and he also sent a lot of treasures from heaven and earth to let him take good care of his body.

In the past winter, the little prince's room was like a stove, with incense and smoke curling up inside, making people sweating and drowsy.This year the situation is very different. Despite preparations, the snow came too suddenly.

Although Master Liaowu is a monk, he does a lot of hard work on weekdays, and his body is very strong, so the spare charcoal fire is not too much. Adding up what is left at the little prince's place, it can only last for a few days.

Hearing that the god-like benefactor Qin was afraid of the cold, the monks in the temple gathered together again and brought some pots of charcoal. Qin Yi couldn't refuse several times, and couldn't help thinking that the monks were really merciful.

After the room warmed up, everyone went out.

Qin Xiaowang had already taken a hot bath earlier, he was afraid that the night would be even colder and he would freeze again.

At this time, he got into the thick quilt and wrapped his body completely, only showing the wet almond eyes at the corners of his eyes and his smooth forehead, on which there were still beads of sweat from the uncomfortable time just now.

Liao Wushuang looked at him calmly, and he blinked his round eyes, slowly stretched out his fingertips from under the quilt, and pulled down the heavy quilt, revealing his pale face and bloodless lips, pitifully : "I'm freezing to death, son, I haven't come up to warm my bed yet."

The little prince was haggard, unusually well-behaved and docile, with only the corners of his eyes lightly twitching, which made his sickly appearance a little bit angry, lively and moving, making people feel soft and pity.

Liao Wu closed his eyes: "Amitabha."

"Farewell to Amitabha, my king, Enzhun, why don't you come and come to bed soon? Buddha can't let me not be afraid of the severe cold now."

"Buddha crosses the world."

Qin Xiaowang smiled: "It is said that the monks are merciful. You say that the Buddha saves the world, but you don't want to save me."

"Concentrating on Buddhism, chanting scriptures and listening to Zen, all things in the world are like clouds and smoke, and there is a true Buddha to cross them."

"How to cross, may let me live a long life, healthy and peaceful?"

Liao Wu was indifferent.

The little prince had a delicate and beautiful face, and smiled brightly: "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I believe in you."

"My son, are you willing to ferry me over?"

The night wind was whistling and harsh, and outside the window was the crisp sound of tree branches snapping. The heavy snow that had fallen intermittently all day had not stopped, but the house was silent, and needles could be heard falling.

After a long while, the little prince said word by word in the solitude: "Sir, I am pleased with you."

Master Liaowu is as immovable as a mountain, lightly crushing the Buddha beads in his hands, his brows and eyes are all untouched by the world, floating indifferently: "Amitabha, the benefactor, love, hatred, anger, and ignorance are nothing but vain."

"That's all," Qin Yi interrupted him, "Instead of telling me about the depths of Buddhism, it's better to go to bed quickly, I'm a sick person."

After hearing nothing, he recited "Amitabha" again, took off his clothes and took a bath, and went to bed in his underwear.

In the middle of the night, the little prince groped into Wufu, and before he could react, he hugged his waist tightly and did not let go.

When Liaowu woke up, the Buddha's mind was slightly disturbed, and he wanted to push him off his body, but he heard him muttering to himself, "It's cold, it's so cold".

Liaowu looked down at him by a little candlelight, and saw that his expression was getting weaker and weaker, his lips were so pale that they were almost transparent, and the body that was close to him was extremely cold, not like a living person. Come, already wrapped the thin young prince tightly into his arms, one hand was still stroking his back, his heart skipped a beat in response, he said "guilty" and let go of his arm.

The body of the person in his arms is obviously cold, but the place where the two of them touch is extremely hot.

And the little Prince Qin was surrounded by Wu's strong and hot body, he unconsciously raised his lips, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

The delicate-looking proud young man got into his bed, his sickly face seemed to have improved, Liao Wu couldn't bear the cold in his heart, so he let him hug him, and silently recited the "Pure Heart Mantra" all night, unable to fall asleep until dawn.

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Before the former abbot passed away, he and Lie Wu sat in meditation all night, accompanied by green lights, the ringing of bells under the eaves was clear, and the transparent old man with gray sideburns said: "Lao Wu, you are not suitable for practicing Buddhism, but you are the most suitable person to run the temple."

"How."

"You don't see mercy in your eyes."

"The disciple doesn't understand."

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The next day, the wind and snow stopped, and the eyes were covered with silver.

Probably because he was sleeping with his sweetheart, the little prince's complexion was no longer so haggard at last, he even blushed a little bit, still arousing pity.

After teaching the Dharma today, Liaowu arranged for the monks in the temple to clear the snow.

The little monks all rushed into the snowdrift excitedly, stepped into the snow, almost passed their knees, the little monks were even more happy, and soon had a snowball fight; the big monk was shoveling the snow, laughing loudly from time to time , Liaowu swept the snow aside without saying a word.The little prince was wearing a big cloak around his gauntlets, a fur hat, and a hand stove in his arms. He was graceful and luxurious, with an absolute temperament, and his round eyes were moist and bright. He walked over slowly and looked at the courtyard with a light smile. Scenes.

A monk found him and hurriedly said: "It's very cold outside, Qin Shi's body is weak, it's better to stay inside."

Qin Yi looked at Wu, saw that although his expression was indifferent, he also raised his head to look at himself, and replied, "It's not in the way, it can still withstand it." Thinking, this temple is more humane than the bustling world at the foot of the mountain .

The snow was so deep that the deepest part was almost as deep as an adult's calf. The road down the mountain must have been blocked, so I could still sleep with Zichang in the past few days.

After staying outside for a while, Prince Qin went back indoors. He knew his own physical condition and would not be brave.

In the past two days, the little prince would crawl into the futon with cold hands and feet at night, he got used to it, his Buddha's heart didn't move, his eyes still looked so indifferent to the world.

The snow fell intermittently a few more times, and the road in the yard was cleared and covered again. After several times, the young monks lost their sense of freshness and began to sweep the snow seriously.The servants of the palace became anxious, the weather is unpredictable, the road up the mountain is already rough, it will be closed for ten days and half a month, at that time, there is not enough charcoal fire in the master's house, how can the body hold on?

On the third day, people came down from the mountain.

Huge and powerful, the besieged general Jiang Huo risked his way up the mountain with charcoal fire and supplies.

In the main hall, the little prince was still wrapped up like a rich bun, blinking his eyes, and jokingly said: "What wind brought you to Linghua Temple, the great general?"

"Cold wind in winter." Jiang Huo looked at Qin Yi with burning eyes and said, "I heard that people in Sihe's mansion said that when I was transporting charcoal fire up, I happened to encounter this rare heavy snow and closed the mountain road, so I was worried. Your Majesty is very anxious when he hears about your body, so I asked for this job to catch up with the mountain."

The snowy road in the mountains, not Jiang Huo and his soldiers who have experienced many battles, I am afraid that few people can come up.

The little prince handed him a cup of hot tea and said sincerely: "So, thank you very much."

Jiang Huo smiled: "between you and me, what kind of thanks or not."

This Jiang Huo is the son of luck in this world. Qin Yi was originally a villain who obstructed his path to promotion and robbed his beloved but didn't live long. Now that Qin Yi is here, the two have naturally become best friends .

The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Huo asked, "Are you going to rest here all the time?"

"These few years."

Jiang Huo sighed lightly: "You are an amazingly talented person, full of knowledge, well-read poetry and books, and even more capable of strategizing, but you have this hidden disease, and you have this indifferent temperament that is not to fight or not to fight. What a pity. Sigh."

Qin Yi's lips curled up into a smile, and in an instant, his face looked like peach blossoms and lacquer spots, which amazed Jiang Huo. It wasn't the first time for the strong general to see this precious little prince smile, but he fell into it every time, unable to return to his senses.

Qin Yidao: "'The society will appease the hearts of the courtiers, drive away ghosts and ghosts forever' is the expectation of a passionate man like you, and what I yearn for in my life is to have a healthy body and enjoy the 'one sail, one paddle, one fishing boat, a fisherman'. One hook. One pitch, one pitch, one laugh, one Jiang Mingyue, one Jiang Qiu’s wantonness and carefreeness."

Jiang Huo asked: "Aren't you lonely when you are alone?"

The little prince said softly: "There are people who are willing to go with me."

Jiang Huo's face was serious, and he said word by word: "If so, I would like to take off my armor and return to the garden, and share my love with Dongli with you, and enjoy the scenery in Nanshan together?"

Qin Xiaowang is silent.

Liao Wu, who had been reading the scriptures silently, accelerated the speed of turning the beads, but he didn't know it yet.

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"I don't understand, the Buddha is still in my heart, and my disciples and viewers are all equal, so why is there no such thing as compassion."

"Liao Wu, the equality of all beings in your eyes is not compassion, but not putting everything in your eyes, and being resolutely indifferent."

"When you let go of other people's figures in your eyes, you will naturally understand."