Liu Jing and Bi Tong stayed away all night.

At dawn, Yaoyao avoided Yunhe and walked alone on the streets of Beiyan Shangjing. She wanted to find someone. Yaoyao believed that there must be a destiny, so they met when they first entered Beiyan.

That old mother.

After asking around all the way, passers-by shook their heads. Yaoyao walked into Fengguo Temple in Shangjing blankly. Beiyan originally believed in shamanism. Later, after Buddhism was introduced, the people of Beiyan also established Buddhism as the state religion; shamanism gradually declined because of this.

Go down.

Fengguo Temple is full of incense and has tall golden Buddha statues. One of them, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes, is benevolently looking down at the world from mid-air. Yaoyao heard from pilgrims in the distance that this Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is the most compassionate and efficacious.

Yaoyao piously knelt down in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In fact, regardless of whether it is Shamanism, Taoism, or Buddhism, they can actually be regarded as different paths leading to the same goal: they are all channels through which mortals communicate with heaven and gods. The mortal world is lonely and miserable, and mortals cannot escape the sea of ​​suffering, so they will bring all the good things together.

All wishes are conveyed to God through this form in order to seek liberation and happiness.

In the mist of cigarette smoke, a young monk invited Yaoyao to enter the sutra room. An old monk with a kind-faced face smiled and nodded, "The female donor should no longer beg. I begged, but there was no response."

Yaoyao was startled, "Is it true that Xinnu's sin is too much?"

The old monk sighed and shook his head, "It's not that the crime was too serious, it's because the female donor shouldn't have entered this reincarnation. Just like the sunlight reflecting on the wall, leaving a shadow on the wall; the female donor can only come here in this life, but she won't stay.

No consequences whatsoever."

Yaoyao felt miserable. Yan Guo even left a voice, but she was just a shadow...

Yaoyao raised her eyes and looked at the old monk, "Master, there is only one thing for a believing woman to ask Master to explain: there is a form but no soul, a soul but no form, and both body and soul are destroyed. Which one is the believing woman?"

The old monk was slightly surprised, then sighed and shook his head, "If you have a body but no soul, you have been born in this life; if you have a soul but no body, you will always have something to rely on; only if your body and soul are destroyed, you will be just a shadow even if you enter reincarnation.

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Yaoyao saluted and went out. She raised her head high and looked at the eagles flying above the blue sky. She felt that her heart was clear: there is no sadness. When a person's sadness reaches the extreme, all the weight in his heart has been lost, leaving only a piece of it.

A feeling of transparency.

Both body and soul are destroyed, no wonder she was born with an ominous character. She should not have entered this reincarnation, so her birth will definitely bring great disaster to her parents and the people around her. Where does her anger come from?

The yang energy and destiny of my father and mother were exhausted, so my father died early and my mother became seriously ill.

Therefore, when she was three years old, she died half a night during the peach blossom miasma.

The peach blossom miasma when she was three years old... Yaoyao felt a bright light flash in her mind. She remembered that every time she happened to sip Liu Jing's blood, her ability to identify spices and control spices would become stronger; she remembered

Liu Jing bit his fingertips open and let Bi Tong drink the blood from his fingertips; remembering that in this world, only the blood from his heart can be cured of mother's tuberculosis!

Liu Jing's blood is naturally his Yang Qi and his life!

Legend has it that Liu Jing was destined to commit peach blossom, and it was said that Liu Jing was a short-lived ghost. Bi Tong kept saying that Liu Jing didn't have much yang energy left...

The blue sky is bright and the sun is bright, and the warm sunshine pierces directly from the blue sky. But Yaoyao doesn't feel any warmth at all, only pain!

——Oh my God, could it be that Liu Jing was exchanging his own life for hers?!

She is dead in body and soul, she should not be reincarnated like this - could it be that Liu Jing used his own blood and his own destiny to support her!

How could this happen? How could this happen!

Could it be that he was a short-lived ghost because of her? Could it be that if she wanted to survive, then he would have no choice but to die early?

Yaoyao started running in confusion. She wanted to find Liu Jing, and she wanted to ask him clearly!

If that was the case, how could she still kill him!

If not, how can we explain all this!

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Great Qin State. Capital City.

It had been more than a month since Qin Liujing left, so Princess Pingting was naturally bored. Her uncle seemed determined. No matter how much she cried and argued with him, he would not agree to cancel the marriage with Princess Fengxiang for his cousin.

Her uncle told her father, Prince Dongxiang, about this matter. Her father actually sent a letter to reprimand her, saying that she was ignorant!

Princess Pingting was full of anger and had no place to vent her anger. She didn't want to stay in Beiyuan Prince's Mansion, so she took the girl Biyan and went shopping. A stall selling dolls and puppets attracted Pingting's attention. She looked at the string

The puppet moved vividly in the hands of the stall owner, and Princess Pingting clapped her hands happily.

"It turns out that Princess Pingting likes this string puppet. I happen to be good at playing with puppets since I was a child. You might as well invite Princess Pingting to come to our place in the future and I will show it to Princess." There was a pleasant voice in the crowd of Huanghuang people, as if in the hustle and bustle.

A clear spring flowing through.

Princess Pingting raised her head and looked at her long hair shining like silver threads and eyes that shimmered like silver satin under the golden sunlight. She blushed and smiled, "Oh my god, it turns out to be Your Highness Su Yi."

Baima Suyi is a polite junior. Whenever the four vassal princes come to Beijing, he will visit her to say hello. Therefore, Princess Pingting often sees Suyi on various occasions, but men and women do not often talk to each other. When they meet in the street,

I didn't expect that.

When Su Yi said she could play with puppets, Pingting's eyes lit up, "That's right! I heard that the Mohora children produced by you in South Vietnam are the most famous. Not only are their appearance and form lifelike, but every one of them has passed through

The blessing of the eminent monk is extremely effective! Thinking about it this way, His Highness Su Yi is naturally very skilled in playing with puppets!"

Su Yi smiled and raised her red lips, "Actually, Princess, do you know that the most exquisite puppets in the world are ourselves. Every word and deed we say is controlled by the brain through the heart, so we ourselves are the puppets.

Line puppets, we ourselves are also skilled puppeteers."

"Ha, Your Highness Suyi is right!"

Baima Suyi smiled and handed a small green-clad doll to Pingting. "It's better to meet by chance than to invite me. Suyi borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and gave this little doll to the princess. We will meet one day, and Suyi will perform it in person."

Show the princess the puppet show."

Su Yi smiled and left with fists in hand.

In the crowd, Princess Pingting patted the stupid girl Biyan, "Hey! It's really embarrassing to your princess and me!"

Bi Yan didn't feel dissatisfied, she smiled and pulled Princess Pingting's sleeves, "Master, why do you think that prince is so handsome? Just looking at him makes my soul fly away. As long as he is

With one look at me or a gentle smile, I forget who I am and just want to follow him."

Pingting shook her head helplessly and put the puppet in Biyan's hand, "I think you are about to become this string puppet! Your Highness Suyi is your master. He holds the string and you follow it."

"

There was so much traffic that no one noticed a young man in brown clothes and brown eyes walking out of the stall. The young man held up a bowl of noodle soup, and the big bowl almost completely covered his face. As he drank, he looked at Baima Su through the rim of the bowl.

The back of the clothes.

It's Bai Huahua.

There is only a layer of window paper between a smart person and a fool. For example, Princess Pingting, who looked at the wild elf, was actually close to the answer, but unfortunately, she stopped outside the window paper.

Damn it, his intuition was indeed right. There was something wrong with the prince of South Vietnam. On that day, Yaoyao detoxified Liu Jing and asked him to guard outside the door, but the good barrier was easily opened, causing Yaoyao to almost die.

Being beaten - he didn't find out who it was at the time, but Bai Ma Suyi happened to arrive that day...

Bai Huahua was angry. If someone hadn't opened the barrier that day, otherwise Liu Jing would not have been poisoned, but would have been more seriously injured... At that moment, Liu Jing's soul was almost lost, and the soaring sky

If the long stream of water vapor disperses, Liu Jing will never wake up again.

Bai Huahua clenched her fists: But Bai Ma Suyi is too cunning, and he has never found Bai Ma Suyi's flaw. The airflow around Bai Ma Suyi is light and agile, and there seems to be no evil... This is strange.

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Baima Suyi strolled into the West Market of Beijing and came to the stall of spice merchant Uncle Mart. He twisted a handful of agarwood with his hands and smelled it quietly.

Uncle Matt raised his eyes and looked behind Su Yi and whispered, "There is a young man following me."

Bai Ma Suyi smiled, "He has been following me for a long time. Since he has been following me, it proves that nothing has been discovered yet, so we might as well let him continue to follow me." Suyi didn't seem to mind, "If one day he stops following me, I will

Instead, I have to follow him."

After selecting several spices and putting them in boxes, Bai Ma Suyi seemed to be chatting, "There has been no movement in the palace for a long time. There is something strange over there at Duan Baozhu. Is there something wrong with that child?"

Uncle Matt frowned, "How is that possible? Even if she wants to be burned, soaked in water, or broken into pieces, she can't do it."

Bai Ma Suyi smiled and nodded, "There is nothing in this world that is really impossible. Go and check it out. If the Mohora Boy fails, it will be just a useless wood carving and clay sculpture."

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White Pagoda, White Pagoda again... Yaoyao lost her way in panic, and felt herself running into a jungle of White Pagodas. No matter whether she dashed left or right, she was faced with the same White Pagoda!

Buddhist pagodas may be used to store scriptures, or to enshrine Buddha relics, or to bury the bones of eminent monks. Yaoyao understood that these places were holy, so she tried to calm herself down, looked at each other with nose, eyes, and heart, and put her hands together devoutly.

The sound of copper bells was heard in the wind, and an old woman's voice rang out, "Girl, it's better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself. What you want to ask me about, why don't you find the answer yourself?"

It's that old mother!

Yaoyao opened her eyes suddenly, and between the blue sky and the white pagoda, it turned out to be the old mother's colorful clothes flying.
Chapter completed!