Just like that, she fell from heaven to earth, and then from earth to hell. She said goodbye to Qionglin Flower Garden, feasting and feasting, and devoted herself to spinning and weaving, sewing, washing, starching, and mending. She no longer lost the color of her beloved love, but only felt sorrow and fear.
Lonely, empty and cold. For countless nights, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep alone; for countless nights, she scattered soybeans on the ground and picked them up one by one... One me talked to another, and the other said:
"I miss Brother Daxin, I want to find him!" One said: "You have been reduced to mud and dust, how can you find someone else? How can you find someone else?" One said: "I can't stand it anymore.
, I want to secretly go back to the Wang family, and then..." One said: "Aren't you afraid of being spurned by others? Aren't you afraid that the Wang family will be spurned by others? What will happen to the two children? Woo hoo hoo..."
After struggling to her death day after year, she was finally defeated by herself and gave up. It would be better to leave a good memory and know that he is alive and that he is there -
The reality was before his eyes, and Ben Wu didn't ask any more questions. His Xiaoyu had escaped the disaster of war, and his Xiaoyu was still alive. This was enough to make him ecstatic. Besides the joy, he felt heartbroken. His Xiaoyu had been there for more than fifty years.
Come, how much humiliation and suffering should you endure! Joy and distress are intertwined, two currents of water are stirring in the heart of the dead wood, and the breath in the body becomes stronger unconsciously, impact, impact, impact! It’s like hearing a thumping sound, the stubbornness that has been stubborn for many days
The door to the acupuncture points was opened! His body was extremely relaxed and his spirit was extremely happy. He put his arms around her shoulders and said emotionally: "Xiaoyu, you have suffered! Come with me, and I will accompany you for the rest of my life to make it up to you." But the old lady shook her head.
Sighing: "Brother Daxin, I'm already like this, and I can't let you break the precepts anymore. The Buddhist scriptures say that if monks and nuns break the precepts, they will fall into the eighteenth level of hell after death." I didn't want to slap myself, I haven't ordained for many years.
, at the end of the day, before leaving the temple, get a big bald head and a fresh ring scar! He thought in his heart: "What the hell are the rules! I Buddha said, live in the present! There is not much time in these seventy years, can't we live for ourselves?
Even if you end up in a frying pan after death and suffer the thunder and lightning, it's still worth it!" The old lady still hesitated, unable to bear the pain, she had no guts to show her heart, and she finally agreed and went to Zhongnan Mountain all night to go to the spiritual center.
Ying Feng lived in seclusion to practice and lived a life of happiness and freedom like a fairy...
After attending a wedding banquet in Huaqingjie, Hua Qingjie returned home with his wife and children. He opened the door and called his mother, but her mother did not answer. There was no side room in the main room, but she found a piece of letter that read: "My son: You two have been married and established a business for a long time. Mother
There is no need to worry. My mother has not repaid her debts in her early years and her wishes have not been fulfilled. Now she enters the land of Qingxiu to atone for her past mistakes. I hope that my son will live happily and peacefully. Don’t make a fuss and search for hope." Things are getting better. It is impossible not to look for them.
, asked the neighbors to the east, asked the neighbors to the west, and looked for the Nan family and the Bei family. The uncle who was the 16th in the family was a second-rate boy. He joked with a mean tongue: "Your mother let the old monk run away."
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At this time, Han Shaer had already led the escorting team and took the Tongji Canal through Bianliang, Suiyang, Suzhou, Xuyi, Shanyang, and was only a short distance away from the destination of Yangzhou. A land of plenty, with ditches, lakes, and water.
There were happy fish swimming, the fragrance of rice floated in the air, a search boat, and horses cruising as if they were on the flat land. A man showing off his skills, holding a big bamboo pole on a small bamboo shoot, sang as he walked: "Don't forget to sing folk songs too much,
Don't walk on the road until grass becomes a nest, don't sharpen your sharp knife until it turns yellow and rust, don't straighten your chest and make your back hunchback." A pair of sisters, dressed in shorts, rowing oars, compliment each other: "When spring comes, the windows are full of green, and my sister is embroidering mandarin ducks under the window.
"Suddenly there was a burst of ruthless sticks, beating the two ducks to one side." "When summer comes, the willow silk grows, and my sister drifts to the Yangtze River. The scenery south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River is so beautiful, how can it be as green as the sorghum."