Su Zhen put her hands together and bent down piously.
"The donor came here in the middle of the night, but I have something to ask." His voice was rich and long, which seemed to be able to resolve the hostility of all things and make people feel peaceful.
With such a determined tone? Could it be that he knew she would come?
"Master, can you recognize dust?"
"The eminent monk who left the world has a great heart for helping the world. It is said that he has been transformed into an immortal, obtained a golden body and became a Buddha."
Su Zhen was excited when she heard this, "He is really dead... um... Master, do you mean he is really dead?"
"Yes, but the legend is not entirely true."
"What do you mean by this?"
"There are also rumors that one could have become a Buddha in this mortal world, but fell into reincarnation because of attachment to the mortal world."
It turns out that Yin Shen did not lie, but since he has died long ago, how can he help her rebirth?
"Don't all monks have six pure roots? Why is he still trapped in the world?"
"Man is born to go through eight hardships. It is said that he once moved his mortal heart and fell in love with a woman, so that his moral conduct was completely ruined."
Monk moves the heart?!
Su Zhen suddenly felt a splitting headache. The sound of chanting rang out in her ears again, and the Yuan Dan in her spiritual consciousness was running rapidly. Only then did she feel that the discomfort disappeared and she felt much better.
"Donors, don't try to change the fate of others, otherwise it will affect yourself."
"Do you know who I am?" Su Zhen asked warily.
"Amitabha." He did not answer, but continued to twist the beads.
"As we live in the six realms, our existence is reasonable. Is it possible that what you monks call helping the world and saving people is just a matter of complying with destiny and not saving people when you see them?"
"But the donor is different, it is a variable in the calamity."
"Variable?" Su Zhen's eyes were deep, and spiritual power surged in her hands, "Who are you?"
"The poor monk's name is Qing Miao." He slowly turned around, his face was kind, his eyebrows and beard were all white, and his eyes were calm.
"Master Qingmiao of Yunshuang Temple?"
"Amitabha, if the donor tries to change the rules of heaven and earth again, he will be wiped out."
"Again? When did I change my mind?" Su Zhen searched her memory and asked tentatively, "You mean Xiao Chuhong?"
Her heart seemed to rise and beat with the faint sound of tapping wooden fish.
Qingmiao did not answer, but took out a wooden hollow cylinder from her cuff, which was about three inches in diameter and three fingers thick. The hollow lines were intertwined to form strange patterns.
"Master, what is this?"
"This thing was given to the donor. The poor monk only knew that the pattern came from the blue jacaranda flower, which is Chen's favorite thing."
Su Zhen's vision blurred for a while. She seemed to see Zeng and someone planting a seed somewhere, but why couldn't she see his face clearly?
Just when Su Zhen was about to ask more questions, she heard Mo Sheng's voice coming from outside, "Master, a guard has come in."
She gritted her teeth, walked to the window and opened it a crack, looked back at Qingmiao, quickly opened the window and jumped out.
After a while, a guard came in with a very respectful attitude, "Master, the general invites you to go to the mourning hall to chant sutras."
"Amitabha." Qingmiao stood up calmly, as if nothing had happened just now.
...
It was already midnight when Su Zhen and Mo Sheng left the General's Mansion. After the curfew, the streets were already deserted, the shops and restaurants were closed, and the only bright colors were probably the paper lanterns hung in front of every house.
"Sir, look at the sky!"
Su Zhen raised her head and saw the prayer lanterns rising slowly into the sky. The bright yellow candlelight illuminated the dark night sky as if it were daytime. It was like the stars in the sky were filled with light, igniting the hope in people's hearts. She
The dark golden light flashed across the pupils, and on the white and flawless paper outside the prayer lantern, all the sincere and sad words were reflected in the eyes.