Chapter 27: 27
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The great enlightenment pagoda is widely set in the heavenly palace.
Xingshan temple is surrounded by a series of temples. The painting arch bears the clouds, the red cloud holds the sun, the white jade railings are overlapped, and the green tiles are flying in the shadow of the towering ancient trees.
Princess Zhao's carriage stopped in front of the temple, and two maidservants in light red Ru skirt helped her out of the carriage.
The princess is 40 years old, but she is well maintained. Melon seed face decorated with a charming eyes, only the corner of the eyes some wrinkles, thin lips if not to remind, young must be a wonderful person.
The former Emperor's favorite imperial concubine was dressed in purple, supplemented by bright yellow autumn leaves, with a trace of youth in her noble spirit. She cut off her valuable headdress, and only a plain hairpin was pinned on her head. When she got out of the carriage, she seemed to think of something. She took off the gold-plated armor and handed it to the palace maid.
Then came a carriage. Maid Pei Yun jumped out of the car and reached out to help Duanyang emperor Ji.
Li Songmin is very much like Princess Zhao. She has big eyes and water. But as a princess, she doesn't need to please others. She is more confident than her mother. She always has a casual arrogance in her manner.
Princess Zhao was waiting for her daughter to come. When she saw her colorful dress, she frowned: "Peiyun, how can I choose the clothes for Diji?"
Pei Yun was startled. He turned back to look at the Dragon Boat Festival. Emperor Jisa took the arm of concubine Zhao and said, "concubine, it's my skirt. Today's weather is good, so it's suitable to go out for an outing."
"Song Min, how many times have you said that in front of the Buddha, you should lower your posture." After a pause, she saw the lazy appearance of Duanyang's poor spirit, touched her eyelids, and said, "have you dreamt again?"
Looking back, she caught a glimpse of Liu Fu's figure standing at the foot of the distant mountain. Her face was a little pale. Holding the hand of Duanyang, she lowered her voice: "my mother has found a solution. It's mostly because we were not sincere in the past that the gods blamed us This time, my mother's wife donated 300 Jin of sesame oil and kowtowed to make amends in person. You won't have any more nightmares. "
Duanyang face disapproval, want to argue what, finally gave up.
She looked along her mother's line of sight. Under the blue sky, the mountains were emerald. There seemed to be the figure of a young man. His back was straight and straight, and his sleeves and loose black hair swayed with the wind. The figure was like a banished immortal.
She also wanted to look curiously. In a twinkling of an eye, she came to the gate of the main hall. She was pulled in by Princess Zhao. A strong smell of sandalwood came to her face, and the door was slowly closed behind her. Princess Zhao turned her face slightly, and half of her face fell into the shadow: "they are waiting at the door."
The maidservants bowed their sleeves respectfully and stood in front of the door in two columns.
The scorching sun has slanted to the west, and occasionally a gust of wind blows. The sun blocking pines and cypresses in the temple shake gently, making a sound like waves. The majestic palace stood still in the softness.
The light and shadow scattered on Liu Fu's face under the tree, he whispered in a beautiful voice: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace."
Mu Yao's voice is as clear as jade Moss before rain, autumn sound midnight wind
He turned to her and gave her a smile.
"When did sister learn this poem? Why don't I know?" Mu Sheng squints his eyes and habitually breaks this harmonious and warm picture.
Mu Yao raised his chin in front of him in a funny and angry way: "I'm learning now."
Mu Sheng turned his head and saw that on the wall not far away from the trees, I didn't know which liberal scholar wrote a poem with vigorous strokes.
“……”
Ling Miaomiao gave a low smile, and was frightened by Mu Sheng's eye knife to shrink behind Liu Fu's clothes. He poked out his head and saw Mu Sheng's young face full of gloom. He couldn't help laughing secretly.
It's wonderful to watch the free Torah everyday.
"Yao'er, do you feel the evil spirit?" Liu Fuyi was playing with the small and exquisite jiuxuan demon collecting tower, showing a thoughtful look.
"No Mu Yao hesitated, "but I don't think Diji will be haunted by nightmares for no reason. But now Princess Zhao doesn't allow us to interfere directly. It's really hard to find out. "
Liu Fuyi advised: "the ugly family is not yet public, let alone the royal secret."
Mu Sheng looks out at the towering royal temple on the top of the cascade. Outside the scattered red lacquer pillars stand two rows of well-trained maidservants in the royal palace.
He suddenly sneered: "immediately, she will have to ask us to accept the royal secret."
"Zhao Qinru, a believer, is here with her daughter Li Songmin..." Purple skirt on the ground, Zhao Princess closed palm slightly tremble.
Her voice became lower and lower, almost like saying to herself: "since I have a goddess, I should be blessed. Why Why do you fall into trouble? "
On the lotus throne, a huge golden statue of Buddha, leaning downward at a slight angle, looks down at all living beings with a kind smile. Kneeling in the main hall, Duanyang did not dare to look up, only felt that the lifelike statue was like a golden cloud, pressing on her head.
She was in a state of panic, but Princess Zhao closed her eyes and knelt down there, saying:"The believer has given up all her wealth according to the instructions. I hope the Buddha can protect my son from the nightmare The cause and effect of my early years should be on me, those vicious people... " Many pictures flashed in her mind, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and a light of determination flashed out, "all go to hell, no super life!"
After making a wish, it's as if I have finished a matter of mind. She stood up with a long sigh, cleaned her hands in front of the case, lit six incense sticks and inserted them into the censer. Then he knelt down on the futon again, put his hands together, raised them above his head, stopped down to his mouth, then down to his heart, spread out his palms, palms up, and worshipped his upper body devoutly.
The smoke swirled and slanted into the air.
"Minmin, please do it." She quickly called the Dragon Boat Festival, pulling the reluctant girl knelt on the futon.
The smell of sandalwood was strong. In a trance, a light call came from my ear: "goddess..."
A gust of wind, as if there were no hands, swept the spine of Duanyang.
In a flash, her scalp felt numb. She was almost trampled on her tail and immediately jumped up: "mother Princess! Did you hear it, did you hear it... "
But more and more voices came from my ears, "goddess..." "Goddess, come with us..."
The old, the young, the male, the female, the ecstatic, the anxious
One after another, it was scattered by the strong wind, and the air was cut to pieces by the rotating airflow. Those voices could not be uttered, and gradually became the whimper of the wind.
In front of me, the light slowly darkened, extending into a long and dark corridor. There was a little light on both sides, and there were colorful Bodhisattvas with different expressions.
In order to show the royal style, the statues of Buddha are made of pure gold and the statues of Guanyin are made of white jade. But these Bodhisattva images are full of green, indigo, Zhu Hong, Garcinia and other colors, like the statues of clay sculpture painted in folk Town God's Temple, gorgeous and strange.
The Dragon Boat Festival looks incredulously, on the face gradually rises red, several desire drop blood.
The Buddha statues are lifelike, even the folds of their clothes are vivid, not to mention their facial expressions:
men and women are half undressed, with layers of gold ornaments on their feet, heads and wrists. Three or two of them are crowded together, revealing their privacy without any taboo, and enjoying the pleasure of fish and water in a variety of amazing twisted postures. It is clear that it should be a cold and pure Buddha, but it is more crazy and willful than men and women in the world
The sound of Duanyang's ear pounded her eardrum, "goddess, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Her face turned from red to blue, her teeth creaked and bumped up and down, leaving only one thought in her heart.
Nightmare, that nightmare came true.
During breathing, cotton wadding was almost pulled out of her lungs. Fear grabbed her like an invisible hand. She ran like a blind man in the ice and snow, shaking and shouting: "I'm not going Don't call me! Don't call me
"Minmin? Minmin Seeing the Dragon Boat Festival, Princess Zhao suddenly screams like crazy, slaps at the air, pulls it quickly, but is pushed away.
Duanyang's face was very blue, and he rushed to beat the closed door. With a few shrill shouts, the movement suddenly slowed down, and the black blood flowed out along the ear hole, pulling out a long vertical line on the snow-white slender neck.
Princess Zhao's head thumped and screamed: "my son, come on, come on
There was a light voice in her ear, full of ridicule and sarcasm, like a piercing cold wind pouring into her ears: "believe in Zhao Qinru, are you worshiping the wrong place?"
Princess Zhao's face, flushed with anxiety, turned white in an instant. She took two steps back and looked around in a daze.
"Don't call me..." Diji's shrill cry became weaker and weaker, and she stepped back. As soon as I fell down, I saw the door open from the outside to the inside, and then all the terrible sounds came to an end, leaving only the cicadas in the tree.
The breeze with a red sunset influx, all over the sky gorgeous colors, are behind that person.
Liu Fu's clothes firmly caught the body of emperor Ji, his eyes coldly swept through the dark hall, and fell on the face of the numb Princess Zhao.
"Lady." He quietly reminded, deliberately raised his voice, "Diji heatstroke faint, need to call the doctor?"
The back of Liu Fu's clothes was straight, and he kept full vigilance. There was a nine Xuan demon catching tower in his sleeve. If there is a trace of evil spirit, the treasure will jump out, and the thing that causes trouble will be invisible.
It's a pity that he didn't. the evening wind with heat wave rolled his hair. The sunset outside the temple and the Golden Buddha on the lotus seat matched each other. They were solemn and magnificent.
Seeing the real body of the Buddha, the maidservants outside did not dare to look at it. They knelt down at the door. Through their bright hair bun, the horse drawn chariot in the distance swept its tail wearily. There was only wind in all directions.
Liu Fu's clothes embrace emperor Ji and her clothes swing.
"Yes..." Princess Zhao's disordered breathing slowly calmed down, and her fingers twisted her handkerchief into a different shape. She stretched out her trembling hand to trim her haircut tip, and recovered some dignity: "my concubine is suffering from heatstroke and faints - come on, go back to the palace."
Princess Zhao slowly approached Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, who looked serious beside her. She seemed to be still worried and her voice faded: "there is something strange in the Buddhist temple Please"Princess..." Muyao's clear eyes were staring at her, and there was no hidden ugliness in those glass eyes. "There was no evil spirit in the temple."
"It's impossible!" said Princess Zhao
"Why not?" A lazy voice came from behind the crowd.
Mu Sheng's snow-white face is half hidden in the shadow, only a pair of black eyes, seems to reflect the full pool of stars, is the dark in the sky shaking two wipe bright.
When Princess Zhao saw his face, she flashed a look of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth convulsed unconsciously.
Mu Sheng, holding half of the burnt six fragrant seal characters in his hand, walked out of the darkness and reached out to the public in disgust: "a few small pieces of Psychedelic incense will frighten you all?"
He didn't care about the look of Princess Zhao. Instead, he lowered his head and lifted the tablecloth on the incense table: "Miaomiao, hurry up."
After the incense case, Ling Miaomiao climbs out with two handfuls of incense in his hand:
"all the incense that I didn't have time to burn is here. Go back and check it."
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The great enlightenment pagoda is widely set in the heavenly palace.
Xingshan temple is surrounded by a series of temples. The painting arch bears the clouds, the red cloud holds the sun, the white jade railings are overlapped, and the green tiles are flying in the shadow of the towering ancient trees.
Princess Zhao's carriage stopped in front of the temple, and two maidservants in light red Ru skirt helped her out of the carriage.
The princess is 40 years old, but she is well maintained. Melon seed face decorated with a charming eyes, only the corner of the eyes some wrinkles, thin lips if not to remind, young must be a wonderful person.
The former Emperor's favorite imperial concubine was dressed in purple, supplemented by bright yellow autumn leaves, with a trace of youth in her noble spirit. She cut off her valuable headdress, and only a plain hairpin was pinned on her head. When she got out of the carriage, she seemed to think of something. She took off the gold-plated armor and handed it to the palace maid.
Then came a carriage. Maid Pei Yun jumped out of the car and reached out to help Duanyang emperor Ji.
Li Songmin is very much like Princess Zhao. She has big eyes and water. But as a princess, she doesn't need to please others. She is more confident than her mother. She always has a casual arrogance in her manner.
Princess Zhao was waiting for her daughter to come. When she saw her colorful dress, she frowned: "Peiyun, how can I choose the clothes for Diji?"
Pei Yun was startled. He turned back to look at the Dragon Boat Festival. Emperor Jisa took the arm of concubine Zhao and said, "concubine, it's my skirt. Today's weather is good, so it's suitable to go out for an outing."
"Song Min, how many times have you said that in front of the Buddha, you should lower your posture." After a pause, she saw the lazy appearance of Duanyang's poor spirit, touched her eyelids, and said, "have you dreamt again?"
Looking back, she caught a glimpse of Liu Fu's figure standing at the foot of the distant mountain. Her face was a little pale. Holding the hand of Duanyang, she lowered her voice: "my mother has found a solution. It's mostly because we were not sincere in the past that the gods blamed us This time, my mother's wife donated 300 Jin of sesame oil and kowtowed to make amends in person. You won't have any more nightmares. "
Duanyang face disapproval, want to argue what, finally gave up.
She looked along her mother's line of sight. Under the blue sky, the mountains were emerald. There seemed to be the figure of a young man. His back was straight and straight, and his sleeves and loose black hair swayed with the wind. The figure was like a banished immortal.
She also wanted to look curiously. In a twinkling of an eye, she came to the gate of the main hall. She was pulled in by Princess Zhao. A strong smell of sandalwood came to her face, and the door was slowly closed behind her. Princess Zhao turned her face slightly, and half of her face fell into the shadow: "they are waiting at the door."
The maidservants bowed their sleeves respectfully and stood in front of the door in two columns.
The scorching sun has slanted to the west, and occasionally a gust of wind blows. The sun blocking pines and cypresses in the temple shake gently, making a sound like waves. The majestic palace stood still in the softness.
The light and shadow scattered on Liu Fu's face under the tree, he whispered in a beautiful voice: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace."
Mu Yao's voice is as clear as jade Moss before rain, autumn sound midnight wind
He turned to her and gave her a smile.
"When did sister learn this poem? Why don't I know?" Mu Sheng squints his eyes and habitually breaks this harmonious and warm picture.
Mu Yao raised his chin in front of him in a funny and angry way: "I'm learning now."
Mu Sheng turned his head and saw that on the wall not far away from the trees, I didn't know which liberal scholar wrote a poem with vigorous strokes.
“……”
Ling Miaomiao gave a low smile, and was frightened by Mu Sheng's eye knife to shrink behind Liu Fu's clothes. He poked out his head and saw Mu Sheng's young face full of gloom. He couldn't help laughing secretly.
It's wonderful to watch the free Torah everyday.
"Yao'er, do you feel the evil spirit?" Liu Fuyi was playing with the small and exquisite jiuxuan demon collecting tower, showing a thoughtful look.
"No Mu Yao hesitated, "but I don't think Diji will be haunted by nightmares for no reason. But now Princess Zhao doesn't allow us to interfere directly. It's really hard to find out. "
Liu Fuyi advised: "the ugly family is not yet public, let alone the royal secret."
Mu Sheng looks out at the towering royal temple on the top of the cascade. Outside the scattered red lacquer pillars stand two rows of well-trained maidservants in the royal palace.
He suddenly sneered: "immediately, she will have to ask us to accept the royal secret."
"Zhao Qinru, a believer, is here with her daughter Li Songmin..." Purple skirt on the ground, Zhao Princess closed palm slightly tremble.
Her voice became lower and lower, almost like saying to herself: "since I have a goddess, I should be blessed. Why Why do you fall into trouble? "
On the lotus throne, a huge golden statue of Buddha, leaning downward at a slight angle, looks down at all living beings with a kind smile. Kneeling in the main hall, Duanyang did not dare to look up, only felt that the lifelike statue was like a golden cloud, pressing on her head.
She was in a state of panic, but Princess Zhao closed her eyes and knelt down there, saying:"The believer has given up all her wealth according to the instructions. I hope the Buddha can protect my son from the nightmare The cause and effect of my early years should be on me, those vicious people... " Many pictures flashed in her mind, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and a light of determination flashed out, "all go to hell, no super life!"
After making a wish, it's as if I have finished a matter of mind. She stood up with a long sigh, cleaned her hands in front of the case, lit six incense sticks and inserted them into the censer. Then he knelt down on the futon again, put his hands together, raised them above his head, stopped down to his mouth, then down to his heart, spread out his palms, palms up, and worshipped his upper body devoutly.
The smoke swirled and slanted into the air.
"Minmin, please do it." She quickly called the Dragon Boat Festival, pulling the reluctant girl knelt on the futon.
The smell of sandalwood was strong. In a trance, a light call came from my ear: "goddess..."
A gust of wind, as if there were no hands, swept the spine of Duanyang.
In a flash, her scalp felt numb. She was almost trampled on her tail and immediately jumped up: "mother Princess! Did you hear it, did you hear it... "
But more and more voices came from my ears, "goddess..." "Goddess, come with us..."
The old, the young, the male, the female, the ecstatic, the anxious
One after another, it was scattered by the strong wind, and the air was cut to pieces by the rotating airflow. Those voices could not be uttered, and gradually became the whimper of the wind.
In front of me, the light slowly darkened, extending into a long and dark corridor. There was a little light on both sides, and there were colorful Bodhisattvas with different expressions.
In order to show the royal style, the statues of Buddha are made of pure gold and the statues of Guanyin are made of white jade. But these Bodhisattva images are full of green, indigo, Zhu Hong, Garcinia and other colors, like the statues of clay sculpture painted in folk Town God's Temple, gorgeous and strange.
The Dragon Boat Festival looks incredulously, on the face gradually rises red, several desire drop blood.
The Buddha statues are lifelike, even the folds of their clothes are vivid, not to mention their facial expressions:
men and women are half undressed, with layers of gold ornaments on their feet, heads and wrists. Three or two of them are crowded together, revealing their privacy without any taboo, and enjoying the pleasure of fish and water in a variety of amazing twisted postures. It is clear that it should be a cold and pure Buddha, but it is more crazy and willful than men and women in the world
The sound of Duanyang's ear pounded her eardrum, "goddess, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Her face turned from red to blue, her teeth creaked and bumped up and down, leaving only one thought in her heart.
Nightmare, that nightmare came true.
During breathing, cotton wadding was almost pulled out of her lungs. Fear grabbed her like an invisible hand. She ran like a blind man in the ice and snow, shaking and shouting: "I'm not going Don't call me! Don't call me
"Minmin? Minmin Seeing the Dragon Boat Festival, Princess Zhao suddenly screams like crazy, slaps at the air, pulls it quickly, but is pushed away.
Duanyang's face was very blue, and he rushed to beat the closed door. With a few shrill shouts, the movement suddenly slowed down, and the black blood flowed out along the ear hole, pulling out a long vertical line on the snow-white slender neck.
Princess Zhao's head thumped and screamed: "my son, come on, come on
There was a light voice in her ear, full of ridicule and sarcasm, like a piercing cold wind pouring into her ears: "believe in Zhao Qinru, are you worshiping the wrong place?"
Princess Zhao's face, flushed with anxiety, turned white in an instant. She took two steps back and looked around in a daze.
"Don't call me..." Diji's shrill cry became weaker and weaker, and she stepped back. As soon as I fell down, I saw the door open from the outside to the inside, and then all the terrible sounds came to an end, leaving only the cicadas in the tree.
The breeze with a red sunset influx, all over the sky gorgeous colors, are behind that person.
Liu Fu's clothes firmly caught the body of emperor Ji, his eyes coldly swept through the dark hall, and fell on the face of the numb Princess Zhao.
"Lady." He quietly reminded, deliberately raised his voice, "Diji heatstroke faint, need to call the doctor?"
The back of Liu Fu's clothes was straight, and he kept full vigilance. There was a nine Xuan demon catching tower in his sleeve. If there is a trace of evil spirit, the treasure will jump out, and the thing that causes trouble will be invisible.
It's a pity that he didn't. the evening wind with heat wave rolled his hair. The sunset outside the temple and the Golden Buddha on the lotus seat matched each other. They were solemn and magnificent.
Seeing the real body of the Buddha, the maidservants outside did not dare to look at it. They knelt down at the door. Through their bright hair bun, the horse drawn chariot in the distance swept its tail wearily. There was only wind in all directions.
Liu Fu's clothes embrace emperor Ji and her clothes swing.
"Yes..." Princess Zhao's disordered breathing slowly calmed down, and her fingers twisted her handkerchief into a different shape. She stretched out her trembling hand to trim her haircut tip, and recovered some dignity: "my concubine is suffering from heatstroke and faints - come on, go back to the palace."
Princess Zhao slowly approached Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, who looked serious beside her. She seemed to be still worried and her voice faded: "there is something strange in the Buddhist temple Please"Princess..." Muyao's clear eyes were staring at her, and there was no hidden ugliness in those glass eyes. "There was no evil spirit in the temple."
"It's impossible!" said Princess Zhao
"Why not?" A lazy voice came from behind the crowd.
Mu Sheng's snow-white face is half hidden in the shadow, only a pair of black eyes, seems to reflect the full pool of stars, is the dark in the sky shaking two wipe bright.
When Princess Zhao saw his face, she flashed a look of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth convulsed unconsciously.
Mu Sheng, holding half of the burnt six fragrant seal characters in his hand, walked out of the darkness and reached out to the public in disgust: "a few small pieces of Psychedelic incense will frighten you all?"
He didn't care about the look of Princess Zhao. Instead, he lowered his head and lifted the tablecloth on the incense table: "Miaomiao, hurry up."
After the incense case, Ling Miaomiao climbs out with two handfuls of incense in his hand:
"all the incense that I didn't have time to burn is here. Go back and check it."
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The great enlightenment pagoda is widely set in the heavenly palace. Xingshan temple is surrounded by a series of temples. The painting arch bears the clouds, the red cloud holds the sun, the white jade railings are overlapped, and the green tiles are flying in the shadow of the towering ancient trees. Princess Zhao's carriage stopped in front of the temple, and two maidservants in light red Ru skirt helped her out of the carriage. The princess is 40 years old, but she is well maintained. Melon seed face decorated with a charming eyes, only the corner of the eyes some wrinkles, thin lips if not to remind, young must be a wonderful person. The former Emperor's favorite imperial concubine was dressed in purple, supplemented by bright yellow autumn leaves, with a trace of youth in her noble spirit. She cut off her valuable headdress, and only a plain hairpin was pinned on her head. When she got out of the carriage, she seemed to think of something. She took off the gold-plated armor and handed it to the palace maid. Then came a carriage. Maid Pei Yun jumped out of the car and reached out to help Duanyang emperor Ji. Li Songmin is very much like Princess Zhao. She has big eyes and water. But as a princess, she doesn't need to please others. She is more confident than her mother. She always has a casual arrogance in her manner. Princess Zhao was waiting for her daughter to come. When she saw her colorful dress, she frowned: "Peiyun, how can I choose the clothes for Diji?" Pei Yun was startled. He turned back to look at the Dragon Boat Festival. Emperor Jisa took the arm of concubine Zhao and said, "concubine, it's my skirt. Today's weather is good, so it's suitable to go out for an outing." "Song Min, how many times have you said that in front of the Buddha, you should lower your posture." After a pause, she saw the lazy appearance of Duanyang's poor spirit, touched her eyelids, and said, "have you dreamt again?" Looking back, she caught a glimpse of Liu Fu's figure standing at the foot of the distant mountain. Her face was a little pale. Holding the hand of Duanyang, she lowered her voice: "my mother has found a solution. It's mostly because we were not sincere in the past that the gods blamed us This time, my mother's wife donated 300 Jin of sesame oil and kowtowed to make amends in person. You won't have any more nightmares. " Duanyang face disapproval, want to argue what, finally gave up. She looked along her mother's line of sight. Under the blue sky, the mountains were emerald. There seemed to be the figure of a young man. His back was straight and straight, and his sleeves and loose black hair swayed with the wind. The figure was like a banished immortal. She also wanted to look curiously. In a twinkling of an eye, she came to the gate of the main hall. She was pulled in by Princess Zhao. A strong smell of sandalwood came to her face, and the door was slowly closed behind her. Princess Zhao turned her face slightly, and half of her face fell into the shadow: "they are waiting at the door." The maidservants bowed their sleeves respectfully and stood in front of the door in two columns. The scorching sun has slanted to the west, and occasionally a gust of wind blows. The sun blocking pines and cypresses in the temple shake gently, making a sound like waves. The majestic palace stood still in the softness. The light and shadow scattered on Liu Fu's face under the tree, he whispered in a beautiful voice: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace." Mu Yao's voice is as clear as jade Moss before rain, autumn sound midnight wind He turned to her and gave her a smile. "When did sister learn this poem? Why don't I know?" Mu Sheng squints his eyes and habitually breaks this harmonious and warm picture. Mu Yao raised his chin in front of him in a funny and angry way: "I'm learning now." Mu Sheng turned his head and saw that on the wall not far away from the trees, I didn't know which liberal scholar wrote a poem with vigorous strokes. Ling Miaomiao gave a low smile, and was frightened by Mu Sheng's eye knife to shrink behind Liu Fu's clothes. He poked out his head and saw Mu Sheng's young face full of gloom. He couldn't help laughing secretly. It's wonderful to watch the free Torah everyday. "Yao'er, do you feel the evil spirit?" Liu Fuyi was playing with the small and exquisite jiuxuan demon collecting tower, showing a thoughtful look. "No Mu Yao hesitated, "but I don't think Diji will be haunted by nightmares for no reason. But now Princess Zhao doesn't allow us to interfere directly. It's really hard to find out. " Liu Fuyi advised: "the ugly family is not yet public, let alone the royal secret." Mu Sheng looks out at the towering royal temple on the top of the cascade. Outside the scattered red lacquer pillars stand two rows of well-trained maidservants in the royal palace. He suddenly sneered: "immediately, she will have to ask us to accept the royal secret." "Zhao Qinru, a believer, is here with her daughter Li Songmin..." Purple skirt on the ground, Zhao Princess closed palm slightly tremble. Her voice became lower and lower, almost like saying to herself: "since I have a goddess, I should be blessed. Why Why do you fall into trouble? " On the lotus throne, a huge golden statue of Buddha, leaning downward at a slight angle, looks down at all living beings with a kind smile. Kneeling in the main hall, Duanyang did not dare to look up, only felt that the lifelike statue was like a golden cloud, pressing on her head. She was in a state of panic, but Princess Zhao closed her eyes and knelt down there, saying:"The believer has given up all her wealth according to the instructions. I hope the Buddha can protect my son from the nightmare The cause and effect of my early years should be on me, those vicious people... " Many pictures flashed in her mind, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and a light of determination flashed out, "all go to hell, no super life!" After making a wish, it's as if I have finished a matter of mind. She stood up with a long sigh, cleaned her hands in front of the case, lit six incense sticks and inserted them into the censer. Then he knelt down on the futon again, put his hands together, raised them above his head, stopped down to his mouth, then down to his heart, spread out his palms, palms up, and worshipped his upper body devoutly. The smoke swirled and slanted into the air. "Minmin, please do it." She quickly called the Dragon Boat Festival, pulling the reluctant girl knelt on the futon. The smell of sandalwood was strong. In a trance, a light call came from my ear: "goddess..." A gust of wind, as if there were no hands, swept the spine of Duanyang. In a flash, her scalp felt numb. She was almost trampled on her tail and immediately jumped up: "mother Princess! Did you hear it, did you hear it... " But more and more voices came from my ears, "goddess..." "Goddess, come with us..." The old, the young, the male, the female, the ecstatic, the anxious One after another, it was scattered by the strong wind, and the air was cut to pieces by the rotating airflow. Those voices could not be uttered, and gradually became the whimper of the wind. In front of me, the light slowly darkened, extending into a long and dark corridor. There was a little light on both sides, and there were colorful Bodhisattvas with different expressions. In order to show the royal style, the statues of Buddha are made of pure gold and the statues of Guanyin are made of white jade. But these Bodhisattva images are full of green, indigo, Zhu Hong, Garcinia and other colors, like the statues of clay sculpture painted in folk Town God's Temple, gorgeous and strange. The Dragon Boat Festival looks incredulously, on the face gradually rises red, several desire drop blood. The Buddha statues are lifelike, even the folds of their clothes are vivid, not to mention their facial expressions: men and women are half undressed, with layers of gold ornaments on their feet, heads and wrists. Three or two of them are crowded together, revealing their privacy without any taboo, and enjoying the pleasure of fish and water in a variety of amazing twisted postures. It is clear that it should be a cold and pure Buddha, but it is more crazy and willful than men and women in the world The sound of Duanyang's ear pounded her eardrum, "goddess, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Her face turned from red to blue, her teeth creaked and bumped up and down, leaving only one thought in her heart. Nightmare, that nightmare came true. During breathing, cotton wadding was almost pulled out of her lungs. Fear grabbed her like an invisible hand. She ran like a blind man in the ice and snow, shaking and shouting: "I'm not going Don't call me! Don't call me "Minmin? Minmin Seeing the Dragon Boat Festival, Princess Zhao suddenly screams like crazy, slaps at the air, pulls it quickly, but is pushed away. Duanyang's face was very blue, and he rushed to beat the closed door. With a few shrill shouts, the movement suddenly slowed down, and the black blood flowed out along the ear hole, pulling out a long vertical line on the snow-white slender neck. Princess Zhao's head thumped and screamed: "my son, come on, come on There was a light voice in her ear, full of ridicule and sarcasm, like a piercing cold wind pouring into her ears: "believe in Zhao Qinru, are you worshiping the wrong place?" Princess Zhao's face, flushed with anxiety, turned white in an instant. She took two steps back and looked around in a daze. "Don't call me..." Diji's shrill cry became weaker and weaker, and she stepped back. As soon as I fell down, I saw the door open from the outside to the inside, and then all the terrible sounds came to an end, leaving only the cicadas in the tree. The breeze with a red sunset influx, all over the sky gorgeous colors, are behind that person. Liu Fu's clothes firmly caught the body of emperor Ji, his eyes coldly swept through the dark hall, and fell on the face of the numb Princess Zhao. "Lady." He quietly reminded, deliberately raised his voice, "Diji heatstroke faint, need to call the doctor?" The back of Liu Fu's clothes was straight, and he kept full vigilance. There was a nine Xuan demon catching tower in his sleeve. If there is a trace of evil spirit, the treasure will jump out, and the thing that causes trouble will be invisible. It's a pity that he didn't. the evening wind with heat wave rolled his hair. The sunset outside the temple and the Golden Buddha on the lotus seat matched each other. They were solemn and magnificent. Seeing the real body of the Buddha, the maidservants outside did not dare to look at it. They knelt down at the door. Through their bright hair bun, the horse drawn chariot in the distance swept its tail wearily. There was only wind in all directions. Liu Fu's clothes embrace emperor Ji and her clothes swing. "Yes..." Princess Zhao's disordered breathing slowly calmed down, and her fingers twisted her handkerchief into a different shape. She stretched out her trembling hand to trim her haircut tip, and recovered some dignity: "my concubine is suffering from heatstroke and faints - come on, go back to the palace." Princess Zhao slowly approached Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, who looked serious beside her. She seemed to be still worried and her voice faded: "there is something strange in the Buddhist temple Please"Princess..." Muyao's clear eyes were staring at her, and there was no hidden ugliness in those glass eyes. "There was no evil spirit in the temple." "It's impossible!" said Princess Zhao "Why not?" A lazy voice came from behind the crowd. Mu Sheng's snow-white face is half hidden in the shadow, only a pair of black eyes, seems to reflect the full pool of stars, is the dark in the sky shaking two wipe bright. When Princess Zhao saw his face, she flashed a look of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth convulsed unconsciously. Mu Sheng, holding half of the burnt six fragrant seal characters in his hand, walked out of the darkness and reached out to the public in disgust: "a few small pieces of Psychedelic incense will frighten you all?" He didn't care about the look of Princess Zhao. Instead, he lowered his head and lifted the tablecloth on the incense table: "Miaomiao, hurry up." After the incense case, Ling Miaomiao climbs out with two handfuls of incense in his hand: "all the incense that I didn't have time to burn is here. Go back and check it." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
