phoenix flower affair

Feng Jiu sat in front of the carved makeup mirror, picked up a wooden comb, and was about to comb her hair when someone grabbed her hand.She turned around strangely.I saw that Donghua had already taken the comb from her hand, and said lightly, "I'll do it." It seemed that combing her hair was a perfectly natural thing.

Feng Jiu's heart was warm and sweet, she turned around and sat upright, her watery eyes fixed on him in the mirror with a focused expression.

"Hey, this is..." Feng Jiu turned her head slightly, trying to see the hairpin in her hair more clearly.The black-colored wooden hairpin has an ancient flavor. Although it is slanted into the bun, you can still vaguely see the flowing curve of the hairpin. The most special thing is the head of the hairpin. With only a few strokes, the phoenix feather flower is very richly outlined.This delicate wood is vaguely familiar, "You carved it?" She remembered that Si Ming said that he had been interested in carpentry for a while.

"Do you like it?" He asked in a mellow voice with his hands lightly resting on her shoulders.

"Yeah, I like it very much." Feng Jiu nodded, liking the surprise he prepared very much.

"nice! You love it."

With a few strands of long hair wrapped around her delicate fingertips, Feng Jiu looked puzzled, "It stands to reason that a girl should wear a bun when she gets married. I've been in the mortal world these days, and I've forgotten it. Why didn't you remind me?"

Donghua didn't pay much attention to this matter, "I think it's good for you to please yourself. No matter whether you wear a bun or not, Jiu'er is my wife." He really didn't want to bind her with the customs of those married women, His Jiu'er should be unrestrained and innocent.

"But this...isn't very good." Although Feng Jiu was happy, she was not used to such a well-groomed hairstyle after all, and it made her scalp ache.It's just that she can't help but worry about other things, as far as the identities of the two are concerned...

"I'm used to being loose, and I don't even have so many rules and regulations in Taichen Palace. Even if there are, they are all broken by you." Donghua chuckled, "If you want me to say, these so-called rules , are all restraining others. I only hope that you who are by my side can live comfortably. "

"I've always been at ease." Feng Jiu smiled, her heart full of sweetness, she turned sideways and hugged him gently, and sighed, as if she was in some distress, "It's just that you treat me like this. Aren't you afraid of spoiling me?" If this goes on like this, what my aunt said, she will be spoiled by him sooner or later.

Donghua chuckled, his eyes were full of love and pity, "I can't ask for it."

"Jing, Ci, Si. Brother, why did you ask us to come here?" Feng Jiu felt puzzled. Isn't Daoji a monk from Yunlin Temple?What does it have to do with this temple?

Donghua saw Daoji approaching, followed by a frowning little fairy, "He's already here, just ask."

When the two walked in, the conversation between them became more and more clear, "Master Daoji, please be merciful and help my master."

"Oh, monk, I was going to stop your master from setting fire in the temple."

"Set fire?" Feng Jiu thought she had misheard, was this going to burn down the temple?

Daoji pointed the way for the little fairy, "By the way, although I can't help you, you can ask these two to help your master with this job."

As soon as the little fairy heard this, he immediately bowed down in front of the two of them, "I beg you two great immortals to help my master."

"What's going on? Who is the master you're talking about?" Donghua asked.

"I am a fairy boy under the Vulcan Seat. My master had drunk a few glasses of wine in Jiuchongtian. He was supposed to burn this temple at [-]:[-] noon. Go and be punished!"

Feng Jiu touched her ears, feeling a little guilty.The Vulcan will be like this, and the husband and wife can't get rid of it. After all, this wine is their wedding wine, "Okay." There is no reason, and the Vulcan will be punished if he goes to a wedding banquet. This is too unreasonable.

Since this period of time, the sun has always been scorching hot, and from time to time, I will hear that there has been another disaster of Zhu Rong.So many people rushed to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, praying for peace.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a young girl hurriedly ran to the gate of Jingci Temple. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and she was wearing a red satin dress. She also looked cute and lovable.She looked flustered, and her big Shui Lingling eyes kept looking behind her, as if something was chasing her behind.

At this time, a monk in ragged clothes, holding two bamboo sticks that were neither too long nor too short, stood at the gate of the mountain and stopped the little girl.Wherever this girl is going, he will go there, and it is only right to keep her out of the door.

When the pilgrims in the past saw this, they all thought that the monk was flirting with the little girl openly in the public. They couldn't stand it, and began to criticize her.

The girl was sweating profusely from exhaustion, she looked aggrieved, and looked at the monk in front of her tearful eyes, pretending to cry.But the monk still went his own way, just not letting her enter the gate of the temple.

The old abbot heard the noise outside, leaning on a walking stick, hurried out from inside.Seeing Daoji's nonsense, he yelled loudly: "Jidian, do you still look like a monk? Go away!"

Daoji turned his head and asked with a smile: "Master, host, tell me, is it better to have a temple or not?"

The abbot didn't know what the hell he was doing, he just wanted to settle the matter, and he didn't listen carefully, so he replied: "Speak up, it's better to have one thing less than one thing for us monks, of course it's fine!"

Daoji sighed, "Abbot, don't regret it when there is no temple anymore!"

The blocked girl in red quietly lowered her head, a few smiles flashed in her eyes.

The old abbot didn't listen, so he hit him with a walking stick, "I hope it's okay! Don't talk too much, go away!"

In this way, Daoji did not stop him, he silently clamped the two bamboo sticks under his armpits, and walked away alone.

The girl in the red dress just walked into the Daxiong Palace, squeezed into the crowd, and disappeared.At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a red spider hung down from the main beam of the main hall, and it just landed on the burning candle.Just listening, there was a sound of "huh", the candles blazed all over the place, and the hall immediately caught fire.The wind helped the fire, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and in an instant, the magnificent Jingci Temple was burned into a sea of ​​flames. Everyone panicked and fled in all directions.No one noticed that the clever little girl was standing in the raging sea of ​​flames at this moment. The strange thing was that the raging flames couldn't get close to her body at all.I saw the woman clasped her hands together and muttered reverently to herself: "Fire, fire, you must pay attention. It is enough to burn the house. Don't hurt mortals, and don't burn the golden body, otherwise it will be a sin." gone."

White light flashed, and a tall man appeared beside the woman, holding her and flying out of the sea of ​​flames.Looking again, the little girl has changed her figure and appearance. It turns out that all these changes were made by Feng Jiu.

"How was my performance just now?" Feng Jiu looked at him expectantly, as if hoping to be praised.

Donghua raised his eyebrows, and praised her as he expected, saying: "That's right, we have finally made progress."

"Tell me, this huge monastery was burnt down so clean in a blink of an eye, how much effort will it take to rebuild it?"

"There is destiny in the dark. What's more, he is here." Donghua is still calm.

"That's right, senior brother will let me in in the end, he must have an idea, not the old abbot's words."

"To build a temple, don't you need one or two pieces of wood? Will someone give it to you so easily?" Feng Jiu felt that this senior brother's idea was too unrealistic.

"This man is rich and unkind, and bullies the villagers. I am helping him to do good deeds and accumulate blessings." Daoji said clearly, and he glanced at the pair of Bi people. Yang Jun should take my junior sister to go shopping elsewhere first. This rich man covets beauty, if he sees junior junior sister, I am afraid that he will do more evil in reverse." At that time, if this man gets angry Well, he might not even be able to reach all these logs!

"It just so happens that our husband and wife also have a place to go."

"Where?" Feng Jiu looked at him.

"Mount Emei, at this time, also happens to be in flower season."

Looking at the sea of ​​flowers in front of her, Feng Jiu was too shocked to speak.

The large sea of ​​flowers in front of you is composed of orchids of various shapes and colors.A gust of wind blows, and the blossoming orchids are swaying and exuding a faint fragrance.Among them, Hongmenlan and Fengyu are the most numerous.

"Thanks to the landform and climate here, it is very suitable for the growth habit of Fengyuhua." Donghua explained.

"So that's it." Orchids are not easy to grow, let alone the Phoenix Feather species, which is also extremely rare among orchids.The rarer it is, the more demanding it is to raise it.Sunshine, watering, more or less will not work. Fengjiu once planted a plant on a whim, and felt that this flower was really delicate, so she didn't bother to take care of it. She just let it fend for itself, and went to see it after two days. The flower and its branches and leaves were completely dead.

"If so many people can see these flowers when the body returns to chaos, it can be called a merit."

Feng Jiu smiled, thinking of the unbelievably magnificent sea of ​​flowers in her dream.If Feng Yu is said to be squeamish, then Jun Yingcao, commonly known as Buddha Bell, is not much better?When it comes to the difficulty of serving these two flower species, they are comparable.

"Indeed." Donghua also smiled.

At this time, a mountain in the distance seemed to be surrounded by something, "Isn't this... brother's ragged clothes?"

Daoji selected hundreds of big trees on the mountain, and then let people throw the cut trees into the Yangtze River, and the wood flowed along the Yangtze River into the East China Sea. It was smooth at first, but something went wrong when he was about to reach the Qiantang River.A large amount of wood was stopped at the pass of the Qiantang River, and several officers and soldiers yelled that they would collect taxes. These people relied on their official positions and always collected various tax items. Many merchants and travelers have suffered from them.

"The Qiantang River doesn't belong to your family, so why should I be taxed?"

An officer and soldier said eloquently, "Monk, the mountain is the emperor's mountain, and the water is the emperor's water. Any goods that pass through the water will be taxed."

Daoji heard this, and laughed, "Oh, that's it! Taxes are charged for passing over the water, so do we need to collect taxes for passing under the water?" The fan with holes in it pointed to the surface of the river meaningfully.

Those officers and soldiers laughed out loud, thinking that what he said was crazy, and immediately promised: "Monk, even a three-year-old child knows that this log can only float but not sink. If you have the ability, you can call the log Sink to the bottom, and I won't take your tax!"

Daoji walked aside confidently, "Little Junior Sister, can I borrow the hairpin on your head?"

"Ah?" Feng Jiu didn't understand, so shouldn't she find a way to deal with those difficult and arrogant officers and soldiers at this time?

"This thousand-year-old water-sinking wood is invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire. The monk wants this treasure to lead me to Jingci Temple with the wood that I got from alms!" Daoji explained in detail. , His junior sister doesn't know.

"Thousands of years?" Feng Jiu looked at Donghua, but he nodded, "That's right."

Feng Jiu originally thought that the wood of this hairpin was just good-looking, but who knew it would be so powerful.Then the original intention of him giving her the wooden hairpin was also to protect her.She laughed secretly in her heart, then took off the hairpin and handed it to Daoji, letting him scare the bullying officers and soldiers.

Looking at the other side, the monks in the Jingci Temple have been waiting for three days since Daoji left. The old abbot is getting more and more anxious.At this moment, Daoji rushed in from the outside, and he yelled loudly regardless of his appearance: "The wood is here! The wood is here!"

The old abbot came out in a hurry and looked at the road on Nanping Mountain, but found nothing.Daoji grabbed him, "Abbot, come with me! Come with me!"

They hurried to the kitchen, which was next to the Well of Refreshing Heart.The old abbot looked into the well and was overjoyed.really!There was a thick and big log that was bouncing on the surface of the water. He hurriedly asked the monks to build a frame on the well, and then installed a pulley to hoist the log out of the well.

As a result, all the monks were shocked, and everyone started to do it together.They hung, hung, and hung one after another, one after another, from the well for two whole days.

On the third day, when Donghua and Fengjiu came, the monks just happened to hang the No. 90 nine pieces of wood, and some carpenter said, "Enough!" Daoji motioned Fengjiu to take it back with his eyes. That sinking wood hairpin.

"Are you sure?" Feng Jiu pointed to Xing Xinjing, there is obviously another one in it!

Daoji smiled, "Junior Sister, just take back the hairpin."

"Oh." Feng Jiu waved her hand, and in a blink of an eye, a black hairpin appeared in her palm, dry and refreshing, not like it had been soaked in water for three days.

Feng Jiu looked at Donghua, gave him the hairpin, and smiled like a flower, "I'm stupid, so Mr. Lao is here."

The corners of Donghua's lips hooked slightly, and he gently inserted the wooden hairpin into the cloud temple, "Okay."

As for the Xingxin Well, the piece of wood that just came out of the water was put on hold.No matter how hard everyone tried later, they couldn't move half a point.When Jingci Temple was built, everyone counted and calculated, and it happened that one main beam was missing.Finally, the main beam was made by Daoji with wood shavings and sawdust, so the unevenness is very different from the main beams of other temples.

The author has something to say: Feng Yu, a new species of short grass called Lian petal orchid.You can search for "Datang Fengyu" on the Internet, but this name was chosen by the orchid growers themselves.Anyway, it is a very precious species among orchids.

Buddha bell, here the author defines it as safflower lily of the valley.The picture of safflower lily of the valley in Baidu Encyclopedia is lavender, and I don't know if it is a fallacy or what.It should be pointed out that Lily of the Valley, also known as Lily of the Valley, Lily of the Valley, and Bellflower, is the only species in the genus Lily of the Valley.

I personally think that the name Jun Yingcao is very domineering and sideways.Confucius said: Zhilan is born in a deep valley, and it is not because there are no people that it will not be fragrant; a gentleman cultivates morality and morality, and does not change his festival because of poverty.