Ling Ruo tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ears and said thoughtfully: "There have been rumors among the people that Emperor Shunzhi was heartbroken because of the death of Empress Xiaoxian and did not want to be emperor anymore, but...
He became a monk. There are even rumors that the place where Emperor Shunzhi became a monk is Mount Wutai. I wonder if Master knows something about it?"
"The story that the poor monk heard is different from what the donor said. Emperor Shunzhi did become a monk in Mount Wutai, but it was not because of the Queen Xiaoxian, but because of another woman." Following the old monk's old voice, a man named He
The life of this innocent woman slowly unfolded in front of Ling Ruo.
The daughter of the first assistant Sony, she is smart and beautiful, and has all the good things in the world. However, the appearance of another woman has cast a shadow on her life, whether it was the neglect and misunderstanding when she first entered the palace, or the favor she received later.
As a concubine, this shadow always hangs over her.
All the favor that Fulin gave her was because of the deceased Queen Xiaoxian. Every word and sentence was like life, creating Hesheli's life as clear as a tragedy.
When everything finally became clear, she had lost everything, including the child she finally got, and she was aborted by the person she loved most.
When her life had become a joke, everything was no longer what she wanted. Even the high position of imperial concubine could not make her miss her in the slightest, so she committed suicide by drinking poisoned wine in the cold palace, and asked someone to tell Fulin,
His name was removed from the gold book and his name was removed from the jade certificate, completely erasing his name from the traces of history.
And Fulin finally understood his own intentions after she committed suicide with hatred, abandoned his lofty throne, and came to Mount Wutai to become a monk.
When the old monk finished telling this story, Ling Ruo's eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was filled with uncontrollable pain, as if... Hesheli Qingru in that story was herself, and she felt every pain, "This story
Is it true? Did Hesheli Qingru really exist more than sixty years ago?"
The old monk brushed his loose robes and said calmly: "A story is just a story. You can't tell whether it is true or false."
"What about Emperor Shunzhi? Master, does he know which temple in Mount Wutai he became a monk in?" Ling Ruo continued to ask.
"More than sixty years have passed. Even if Emperor Shunzhi was not dead at the time, he has now turned into a handful of loess. Where can he find it?" While they were talking, Li Wei and Liu Hu came over to find him.
The abbot has agreed that they can start from the day after tomorrow and do this for seven consecutive days to redeem the souls who died in the fire.
Ling Ruo nodded, then leaned towards the old monk and said, "Master, I'm going back now. I'll come see you another day. I wonder if I can tell you the master's name."
There was a slight fluctuation in the eyes of the old monk, and then he fell silent again. He put his hands together and returned the courtesy, "I am a poor monk who is chanting the Dharma. Please go slowly, donor."
When Ling Ruo, Li Wei and others left, she didn't know that the old monk's eyes had been following behind her, and she never looked back for a long time...
A few days later, Ling Ruo came to Qingliang Temple again, trying to find the old monk named Xing Chi, but she couldn't find him. There were many fallen leaves under the bodhi tree, covering the ground like jade, but the old monk picking up leaves was no longer there.
After searching for a long time, Ling Ruo met a young novice and asked about the old monk. She heard that the old monk had passed away a few days ago. Counting it all, it happened to be the day she met the old monk. In the past two days, they
I am packing up the things in the old monk's room.
Things in the world are unpredictable. In just a few days, people were separated from each other. For some reason, Ling Ruo was very close to the old monk. It was as if they had known each other a long time ago. After hearing the news of his death, Ling Ruo felt very close to him. I felt a little sad for no reason, "I don't know where the grave of Master Xingchi is. I want to pay homage to him."
"Master Xingchi has no tomb." The little novice's answer surprised Ling Ruo. "Master Xingchi said a long time ago that the body left behind after his death would be cremated and then shared with the altar where he chanted sutras every day. The ashes are scattered together in the lake in front of the mountain, ashes to dust, dust to dust."
"Why does Master Xingchi recite sutras in front of a jar of ashes?" Ling Ruo asked curiously.
The little novice monk thought for a while and said, "This little monk doesn't know either. He only heard from the master in the temple that Master Xingchi brought this jar of ashes with him. Over the past few decades, he would face that jar every day. The ashes are placed in a jar, chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name."
Hearing this, Ling Ruo suddenly remembered the story the old monk told her that day. At the end of the story, Emperor Shunzhi took Hesheli Qingru's ashes to become a monk. Could it be...
A shocking idea appeared in her mind, and she hurriedly asked: "Little master, do you know the name of Master Xingchi before he became a monk? Or in what year did he come here to become a monk?"
The little novice scratched his head and said: "This little monk really doesn't know that Master Xingchi never mentioned secular matters here. He only knew that he was here in the early years of Kangxi, which should be fifty or sixty years ago. By the way. , when Master Xingchi came, there was a person who accompanied him to become a monk, but he passed away more than ten years ago. I heard that that person also had good martial arts skills."
After the young novice left, Ling Ruo looked at the Bodhi tree in trance. If she guessed correctly, the old monk Xing Chi was Emperor Shunzhi who became a monk in Qingliang Temple, and the story he told should also be true.
Shunzhi, Concubine Dong E, Hesheli Qingru... Hesheli...
Suddenly, the memory that had been dusted for many years became clear again. That year, when she went to the South Study to meet Kangxi, she saw a portrait hanging in the study. The woman in the painting was fifty-six times similar to herself. She originally thought she was Xiao Chengren. The empress, but Kangxi said that she was an old friend, and even Empress Xiaochengren looked like her old friend.
She had speculated whether she was a concubine from the Shunzhi Dynasty, but unfortunately Kangxi revealed the woman's identity at that time.
At present, it seems that the woman in the painting should be Hesheli Qingru who committed suicide in the cold palace by taking poison. The old monk also said that she had raised Kangxi for several years.
Reincarnation... reincarnation under the bodhi tree...
Ling Ruo stroked her face and slowly understood the strange behavior and laughter of the old monk that day. He became a monk because he was heartbroken that He Sheli Qingru died, which made him have no love in his life, but he could not let go of this life, so He came to this Qingliang Temple to become a monk with the ashes of Hesheli Qingru.
Buddhists believe in reincarnation. He has picked up Bodhi leaves for so many years, hoping that one day Hesheli Qingru can forgive him and meet again in reincarnation.
And he is the reincarnation he is waiting for, so that day he will say that he has seen reincarnation and there is no need to pick up bodhi leaves anymore.
Come to think of it, the old monk's body has long been frail, but because he did not wait for the person he was waiting for, he refused to close his eyes and insisted on staying under the bodhi tree day after day. However, when the wish was fulfilled and the persistence dissipated , aging under pressure came like a tide, drowning him.
Don’t you love the country as much as the beauty?
At this moment, Ling Ruo believed that there really was such an infatuated emperor in the world. Although Hesheli Qingru did not win the emperor's heart during her lifetime, she got his memory after her death. In the next six years of Fulin's life,
For more than ten years, I have lived for her every moment and have nothing to do with Dong E Xianglan.
Thinking about it, she somehow forgave Fulin, so she allowed herself to meet him under the bodhi tree and untie the knot in his heart for many years.