Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Three In this life to achieve the supreme Bodhi
"Do you have an affair with the man in red, who seems to be named Xie Qiu?"
On the covered bridge, Wu Ming's movements suddenly froze, and his face became silent.
"It seems that there is indeed a monk, and a woman?" Seeing this scene, Yan Di smiled clearly, showing her teeth like jade: "It's really interesting, how did you meet? On the mountain, or in
At the foot of the mountain?”
"What does this have to do with the donor?"
"Relevant, maybe not relevant, maybe I just feel bored tonight and want to find someone to chat with." Yan Di gently threw the small silk flower wrapped in gold paint into the water, looking at the circle of shallow ripples,
She tilted her head:
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious. I won't tell anyone else... I have never understood what love is, but today when I heard the sad sound of your flute, I felt sad, and then I couldn't help but be curious.
.”
Wu Ming was silent for a while and did not speak.
at this time.
All the lights in the water pavilion were taken down, and in the dim light, the majestic Qingliang Palace in the distance was as bright as day. Pieces of bright and clean light radiated far away, scattered into the air and into the water, and the light was harmonious.
The sound of trumpeting came from far away, hollow and low, causing the lake water under the covered bridge to wrinkle with it.
"Does the donor also know Xiaoqiu?" Wu Ming whispered in the bright light like a group of demons dancing in the distance.
"Her mother sold the brothel property two years ago, and then came to Taizhou City in the north of the Yangtze River to marry Zhang Qusong, a grain merchant. You may not know that the steward of the owner behind Zhang Qusong is my brother Yan
make."
Yan Di walked gently to Wu Ming. There was a light fragrance on her body that could only be noticed if you were very close, it was elegant and sharp:
"On the day of Zhang Qusong's wedding, Yan Ling laughed at his stupidity. With Zhang Qusong's status as a wealthy businessman and Yan Ling's support, he could have married the daughter of a small family, but instead, he
She fell in love with the madam of a brothel and married her with the courtesy of a royal wife."
Seemingly finding it funny, Yan Di laughed:
"One is an old and lustful woman, and the other is a young and vigorous man who at least has a promising future... Master Wu Ming, I want to ask you, these two people who should not have gotten married have gotten married. That's it.
Do you like it?"
"……like?"
Wu Ming lowered his head and remained silent for a while.
An old woman...and a rich young man?
He thought of Xiaoqiu's mother, the always fierce madam who was in charge of the huge Qi Jinting. She was always painted with very thick powder on her face, her body was bloated and a little out of shape, and even her temper was not virtuous and gentle.
When she was angry with the prostitutes, Wu Ming would be frightened into a trance.
Such an old, lustful, bad-tempered woman is married to a young, rich man. Are they together because they like her?
have no idea.
Wu Ming doesn't know if he likes it or not. He feels that he doesn't know many things. There are too many things in this world and they are too messy. There are so many things that he feels that he will spend his whole life unable to understand them.
"Do you like it?" he asked himself in his mind.
Those countless evenings of jumping up and down on the rockery, countless shoulder to shoulder moments, countless whispers, and countless cheeks that were hot or unintentional.
"Does that mean you like it?" He asked himself again in his mind.
Obviously on the last day, in that courtyard filled with summer light, when Xiaoqiu said that she liked herself, her eyes were sour and she was almost on the verge of tears.
My cheeks were as hot as fire, my chest was beating wildly, and my heart was about to be knocked out...
pain.
It hurts.
My head hurts again, it hurts like it's splitting, like someone is using an ax and saw to cut hard on the top of my head again and again.
Is that like it?
Wuming couldn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think too much. The sadness in his heart was so raging, coming up inch by inch, it was almost swallowing him up...
"I don't know..." He closed his eyes in the long silence, and then smiled bitterly: "I really don't know..."
"In the Buddhist precepts——"
Looking at those silent eyes, Yan Di seemed to turn her head inadvertently: "If a monk gets married, what punishment will he receive?"
"After thirty years of tranquility in the Shouxin Pavilion, I transcribed eight thousand volumes of "The Sutra of Ding Xin Yi" and temporarily shortened the name of the Dharma. I shall be punished by the evil wind."
"Thirty years? It's not a big punishment." Yan Di said, "What's going to happen between you and that Xie Qiu?"
"I made a vow and I can't break it. Everyone praises me as the number one in consciousness. I..."
He opened his mouth, and for a moment all the sorrow and bitterness on his face fell silent. He was calm and silent without any expression:
"I have made an oath. In this life..." Wu Ming took a deep breath and clasped his hands quietly in the monk's robe: "In this life, I am determined to achieve the supreme Bodhi."
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They walked to the end of the covered bridge and passed several palaces. Finally, the two people who were speechless all the way stopped at the end of the lake. In front of them was an ancient palace with no maids, no servants, and not even lights.
A few.
It was silent in the darkness, like a huge beast crawling in the depths, quietly opening its mouth to the passers-by.
"That's it, please come in."
Yan Di opened the door of the palace heavily and smiled at Wu Ming.
"Which elder of the Yan family wants to see the poor monk?" Wu Ming asked.
Just now, when Yan Di sent a message to call him, she made it clear that someone from the Yan family wanted to see her, but she never said a word about who it was.
The Yan family in Taizhou, one of the twelve wealthy families, was the backbone of the founding of Nanzheng. Among the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River, Suiqu, Songyang, and Qingwu, the Yan family in Taizhou, which is located in the heart of Suiqu, is even more faint.
The name of the emperor.
What kind of relationship could there be between such a large family in the south of the Yangtze River and the Kongang Temple in the north of the Yangtze River, and why did they want to see him specifically?
"You'll find out when you get there." Yan Di said with a smile, the phoenix crown above her head shining brightly.
"Amitabha..." Wuming nodded helplessly, then clasped his hands and walked in.
puff--
There was a soft feeling on the soles of my feet, as if I were stepping on water plants.
In the darkness, a thin black shadow like a mouse flashed past the corner.
puff--
puff--
puff--
There was silence all around, so quiet that it was as if you could hear your own breathing.
Countless thin black shadows passed silently above the head, beside the feet, and around the eyes, like schools of fish swirling around and swarming in confusion. Demons danced wildly between heaven and earth. The ignorant man in the center of the palace raised his palms and lowered his eyebrows without squinting.
"Click——"
I don't know how long it took, but finally a low voice sounded.
"How many years have passed since the death of the former fighting monk Kongfa? No monk has come to Taizhou City to open a forum and give lectures. The sound of the chair being pushed forward rumbled, and the old laughter sounded in the wheelchair.
