"My handsome man is not as good as that girl's skirt and hairpin."
Among the countless words and glances, another look came from the horse, the sedan, and the restaurant.
Those powerful children had seen Mo Lingfeng's arrogance, Mo Qianlan's pampering, and her cold and arrogant treatment of their fathers. At this time, they looked at Mo Lingfeng on the horse, wanting to see Mo Qianlan.
Has Lan's coma shattered her pride? Is she a crystal ball that will shatter at the slightest turmoil?
It's a pity that they failed to do so. What they saw in their eyes was still Mo Lingfeng's arrogance, indifference, and disdain. She glanced at these people casually, showing her identity.
A young female military attaché with a heavy army.
No one wants to add insult to injury!
In the eyes of everyone, Yin Bei and Wu Jin fell to the back of the team, appearing insignificant.
Wu Jin ignored the dirty words and saw many women, lifted the curtain and cast envious glances.
What they envy is freedom.
This team of women's soldiers is like a gust of wind, quietly blowing into their hearts, opening an exit from the cage that imprisons them - there is no end to the road, and they can still join the army.
The group of people arrived outside the temple under the spotlight of everyone. Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there were already a lot of people. In addition, the autumn season was not over yet, and there were countless people who came to burn incense. People came and went, and it was very lively.
Yin Bei dismounted and went ahead to explain his purpose to the abbot of the temple. Mo Lingfeng dismounted, put on the riding whip, and asked Yin Nan to tie the horse. He straightened his clothes in front of the mountain gate, smoothed his clothes, turned around and said to Wu Jin behind him: "Wu Jin,
Let’s go.”
Wu Jin held the red lacquered sandalwood box in both hands, followed closely behind Mo Lingfeng, and stepped into the mountain gate together.
As soon as they entered the mountain gate, everyone's ears suddenly became silent. All worldly matters were cut off behind the mountain gate, and thousands of worries disappeared in the sound of Sanskrit.
As their footsteps spread the Buddhist incense, an old monk from the temple led two young monks to greet him. They bowed and said, "Victor Tan Yue, please come with me."
Mo Lingfeng followed his example and returned the favor, following him all the way to the Main Hall.
Although there were many pilgrims, the temple was not noisy, but it still attracted people's attention along the way. When they reached the main hall, there were more people worshiping Buddha. The monk led them to wait outside until there were fewer people before entering.
The main hall is magnificent with green tiles and flying rafts. It houses Sakyamuni, Amitabha and Medicine Buddha III. On the east and west walls are eighteen Arhats. Near the Amitabha statue, there is a rebirth tablet to purify the souls of the dead.
Mo Lingfeng took the sandalwood square box from Wu Jin and opened the lid: "Master, here is the list of one hundred and thirty soldiers who died in the battle. Their names, ages, and the places where they lived are all here. Please ask the Master to make offerings to them before they die."
The card allows men and women to escape from the evil realm and be reincarnated in the heavenly realm."
As soon as these words came out, the pilgrims who were still worshiping suddenly became quiet, quietly stepped aside, and looked at Mo Lingfeng and the Detachment of Women.
The smoke and blood on the battlefield suddenly filled the main hall, making the pilgrims have to stand in awe - they have not become souls killed by the sword, not because of the Buddha, but because of the blood of the soldiers.
The old monk took the list in his hand and felt it was extremely heavy. He said "Amitabha" and placed the list in front of the statue of Sakyamuni. Then he led Mo Lingfeng and others to kneel down in front of the statue.
The old monk was in front, followed by Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin, one on the left and one on the right.
The twenty female soldiers behind them also knelt down in front of the Buddha.
Stop your madness, and when you stop, you will achieve enlightenment.
Everyone bowed their heads and extended their palms to greet the Buddha. They turned their backs on their dusty bodies and woke up. The turbidity returned to purity, and they bowed to the end.
Wu Jin unconsciously looked at Mo Lingfeng, and saw that Mo Lingfeng had a calm face, his palms were open, his fingers were soft and slender, and his fingertips were pink, like lotus flowers. His heart was blooming in front of the Buddha.
The pilgrims held their breath aside, and the hall was silent for a moment. The subtle sounds of the hem of clothes being rubbed, the sound of the thick ash accumulated on the Buddhist incense breaking, and the sound of the body twisting and bending due to kneeling in worship, were all clearly audible.
After Mo Lingfeng bowed three times, he stood up and looked at the Buddha statue without blinking an eye.
The Buddha statue is tall, one foot and three feet high, towering under the algae well, standing majestically on the central axis. It is selfless and impermanent, has great mercy and compassion, and has three paths and six paths, four births and ten categories, all under the eyes of the Buddha.
The monk was in awe of this Buddha statue, and the pilgrims on the side were too pious to look directly into the Buddha's eyes. The soldiers behind her were also praying for the Buddha's blessing.
Even the Mo Jiajun on the battlefield were grateful to her for setting up death tablets for the dead soldiers. They believed that they could get such a tablet after death, and by writing their names and origins on it, they could eliminate the karma of killing and achieve happiness.
Escape from reincarnation as soon as possible.
But Mo Lingfeng had nothing to say to the Buddha.
The old monk took down the list and led the young monk to the back hall to write the death card. Mo Lingfeng led the soldiers out of the main hall and was not in a hurry to leave the mountain gate, but went to the back hall.
When the pilgrims saw her coming, they looked sideways and heard that she was here to offer death tablets to the soldiers who died in the battle. They all moved out of the way with compassion and allowed them to come forward.
Today the autumn wind is dry and the sun's shadows are soft. Some turtles crawled out of the release pond. There is a place for peace talismans on the side of the apse. Mo Lingfeng asked the Detachment of Women to seek for peace talismans. He and Wu Jin walked forward slowly, with vigilant people following them.
Yin family's double evil.
There were also many people in the temple selling flowers, dates, and candied fruits in baskets. They did not shout, but just shuttled among the crowd. When they met someone who asked about fruit, the vendors swarmed up and surrounded the customers, hoping that
You can do a business that makes a few cents.
Mo Lingfeng saw someone selling jujubes. The jujubes were all bright red and oily in size, and they were quite big. He wanted to eat them, so he asked Yin Bei to buy them.
The old woman carrying the basket was overjoyed. She thanked Mo Lingfeng again and again as if she were a female Bodhisattva. She then gave the basket away, took the small silver coin given by Yin Bei, and left with tears in her eyes.
Yin Bei carried the basket, took out two and tasted them, and then gave them to Yin Nan to taste. The two of them tested the poison with their own bodies and tasted half full before giving Mo Lingfeng a handful.
Mo Lingfeng ate a pill, spit out the date core, and threw it into a spit bottle on the ground. A leaf full of holes in the elm tree swirled down above his head.
"Wu Jin," she squinted her eyes in the sunlight, "do you think there are really gods and Buddhas in this world?"
Wu Jin shook his head: "I don't know."
"I rather hope not." Mo Lingfeng threw the remaining dates back into the basket.
Wu Jin was confused: "Why?"
"If there are gods and Buddhas, there will be hell. If there are hells, and my uncle has created endless sins, he will definitely go to hell and suffer the suffering of reincarnation. I think there are neither gods nor Buddhas, nor hell."
After saying that, she stopped talking, and her posture when looking at the Buddhist temple was no different from looking at the red rocks in Xiongshi Gorge.
Here, the theories of ghosts and gods revered by the world have become realistic and can be influenced by her.
Gods and Buddhas can appease soldiers and win over people's hearts, and peace talismans can protect soldiers from invulnerability. So Gods and Buddhas can be there.
Gods and Buddhas would create hell and make her uncle suffer, so there would be no need for it.