[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

The spring water is long, and the Qinhuai River flows slowly with tenderness, like a passionate woman with various styles.

The hazy moonlight reflected the cherry trees on both sides of the river, and the petals fell into the water, making the whole river full of fragrance.

On the small boat, Wuhua was sitting on the bow twisting the Buddha beads with his hands, while Shen Yin was lying on the side of the boat, reaching into the river with his slender hands, scratching the ripples and falling flowers, as if this was a very interesting thing.

After playing for a while, Shen Yin asked: "What is Master looking at?"

Wuhua said: "Appreciate the flowers, the moon, and the river."

His brows are calm, his white clothes are more than snow, and he is as spotless as a lotus flower.

Shen Yin suddenly laughed, and she asked softly, "Why didn't Master reward me?"

Those words were soft and full of charm, like a seductive goblin.

There is a saying in Buddhism that all living beings are equal. If you are sincere and have no other thoughts, then there is no difference between flowers and moons, rivers and beauties, so why should you avoid it?

So Wuhua turned her head slowly, looked at the beauty under the moonlight and smiled slightly: "The beauty of the girl is far better than the flow of flowers and moon rivers."

His heart is like glass, and his eyes are full of pure appreciation.

Shen Yin found it very interesting. Such a person, wearing a Buddhist cassock and holding a killing sword in his hand, shuttled through the blood and sins, was so pure. Could it be that this is the way of the devil?

While Shen Yin was thinking, Wu Hua asked, "Where is the girl's home?"

Shen Yin remained silent.

At this moment, a graceful singing voice came from afar, singing about Pinghu Qiuyue. Shen Yin wanted to see the scenery of West Lake, so he said: "I was kidnapped since I was a child, and I only remember that my home is in Hangzhou. Master is willing to take me Are you going to find your family?"

Wuhua nodded: "Amitabha, monks should be compassionate."

Shen Yin smiled slightly, lay down on the boat and fell asleep, her water red skirt spread out like a poppies.

The boat went all the way down the river and arrived in Hangzhou. Wu Hua bought a pair of embroidered shoes for Shen Yin to wear to cover her snow-white feet.

It is a good season in the south of the Yangtze River. Willow trees grow on the Su Causeway, and thousands of jasper and green silk ribbons dance gently in the wind.

Shen Yin loved the scenery so much, and had a great time playing along the way, while Wu Hua kept asking who lost her daughter, and the family took her to recognize her.

After walking for a day, Shen Yin sat in the pavilion unwilling to leave, kicked off the shoes on her feet, and said coquettishly: "Master, my feet hurt."

The snow-white feet stick out from the bottom of the skirt, like stamens emerging from the petals, with a blush on them, which is particularly pitiful.

Wu Hua sat next to Shen Yin, held her feet on her knees, and rubbed her feet lightly.

His hands are so big, it looks like the girl's feet are so small, it even gives people an evil thought that he can easily strangle this girl and force her to do anything.

But Wuhua just rubbed it for a while, and then asked calmly and gently: "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Yin shook her head.

So Wu Hua picked up the shoe she kicked off, held her foot to put it on for her, and said: "Then we will look for it tomorrow."

Shen Yin clearly acted as if he didn't care whether he could find a home or not, but he pretended not to see through. When the other party said that his home was in Hangzhou, he really brought someone to look for him, without any perfunctory intention.

Wuhua knew that Shen Yin didn't want to leave anymore, so she hugged her and found an inn to stay in, and then looked again the next day.

The weather was not very good that day, and it started to drizzle halfway through the walk. Wu Hua wanted to take Shen Yin back, but she said that walking in the rain would be interesting, so Wu Hua bought an umbrella and held it up for her. Accompany her in the teahouse to listen to a story about the paper umbrella on the broken bridge.

In this way, while searching and playing, the two visited the ten scenic spots of West Lake until ten days later, the last family shook their heads and closed the gate.

In the night, Shen Yin stood alone outside the door, looking very pitiful, she raised her eyes to look at Wu Hua, and said sadly: "Master, I have no home."

Wu Hua touched Shen Yin's head and sighed.

Shen Yin asked: "Master, will you take me in?"

Wuhua said: "The poor monk has many good relationships. A benefactor once gave him a house. If the girl doesn't dislike it, she can live there."

Shen Yin approached Wu Hua, hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Thank you, Master."

She chuckled lightly, charming to the bone, she didn't know whether it was thanks or seduction.

……

After sailing for three days, Wu Hua finally brought Shen Yin to the house, where the orchid pavilions and waterside pavilions, winding bridges and corridors are very elegant.

Passing through the small garden is the living place. Wuhua pushed open the door, inside there was a table with eight immortals painted in gold, a bamboo screen... even the bed was covered with brocade, presumably the person who gave it to the house must be very rich.

Wuhua said: "There are many houses in this house, if you don't like this one, you can change it to another one."

Shen Yin shook her head and said, "No need, I like it here."

After finishing speaking, she laughed again: "Master, is this the golden house hidden beauty?"

Wuhua never answered.

Shen Yin's smile faded, and he asked, "Is Master leaving?"

Wu Hua nodded: "It's time for the poor monk to go back to Shaolin Temple."

Shen Yin stretched out his hand to hold his sleeve, his eyes were lingering: "Then the master will come to see me often, I am alone, so lonely."

Wuhua said softly: "Okay."

So Shen Yin smiled again, like a begonia blooming.

Wuhua turned around and left the room, and gently closed the door, the beauty's slender figure was printed on the plum blossom window, like a sealed treasure.

The golden house hides its beauty, which is worthy of the name.

……

After leaving for more than a month, Wu Hua finally returned to Shaolin Temple, and those little monks surrounded her happily, shouting to each other.

He was born with a beautiful wind spirit, handsome and clear, profound in Buddhism, and friendly to others, everyone in the temple liked him very much.

The little monks asked: "Uncle Master, did you encounter any interesting things when you went down the mountain this time?"

Wu Hua smiled and said: "Someone raised a canary and locked her in a cage. When I saw her, I released her and took her to find a home."

The little novice monks all showed admiration in their eyes: "Uncle Master is really compassionate, even for a canary."

Wuhua but smiled and said nothing, first went to see his master Tianhu Master, and then went back to the meditation room to chant sutras.

The crabapple blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, and it was fragrant. Wu Hua suddenly thought that she had smelled this kind of fragrance on Shen Yin before, but hers was more serene.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Wuhua meditated again, and after a while, a fallen flower floated into his palm, the color of the flower was delicate and beautiful, but it was not as bright as the rouge on her daughter's lips, killing all flowers with a smile.

Sighing, Wuhua said softly: "It's not the wind, nor the banner..."

It's the poor monk's heart...