Chapter 871: Chapter 908 Unexpected Guest in Tallinn

A large group of people and horses came in from outside the temple gate.
And at first glance, I saw the particularly white face in the center of the crowd, and a little reddish mark on the brows, so that the face of Ruyu gave people an illusion that was almost solemn by treasure, especially in the temple. And those eyes were exceptionally bright. When he looked at me, there seemed to be a light flashing through it.
I just feel that my breathing is quicker.
A hand stretched out and grabbed my hand gently. It was Pei Yuanxiu. He stood behind me without any traces and almost took me into his arms.
I looked back at him and felt that I had some strength, so I smiled at him.
He also smiled.
Yan Qingchen brought many people, but it seemed that he also understood the rules, leaving most of them at the door, and only a few personal attendants entered the temple with him. Those who remained at the door were obviously not ordinary followers. They all stood at the door in an orderly manner. Although there were many people, they didn't even hear a cough.
For a moment, they had reached the hall of worship.
Several big men slowly put down Yan Qingchen's wheelchair on his shoulders. The actions of these people were surprisingly consistent. Yan Qingchen sitting in the wheelchair was almost motionless, and the smile on his face seemed constant. , Looking up at me with a smile: "Sister."
After hearing his voice shouting like this, I just felt a trembling in my whole body.
At the same time, I felt that Pei Yuanxiu held my hand and exerted it slightly.
Feeling the temperature in his palm, I took a deep breath, looked at Yan Qingchen, and said calmly, "The second uncle passed away."
"..."
"Now they are going to cremate the second uncle. You'd better go in and salute."
"..."
Yan Qingchen didn't say anything. Those amazingly bright eyes just kept looking at me as if sticking to my body. I frowned slightly, almost getting angry, and heard him say softly: "Okay."
"..."
As soon as the voice fell, his hand was stroked on the armrest, and the wheelchair had passed us into the hall.
The monks in the hall stood up and retreated to both sides with breathless breath. An old monk walked in front of him and saluted him with both hands: "Yan Shizhu."
Yan Qingchen raised his hand indifferently, saying, "The master doesn't have to be polite, I am here to salute the deceased."
After speaking, no matter what others want to say, the servants on both sides have stepped forward to lift him from the wheelchair, and the other servant hastily put a futon to his feet, and then they stood him and kneeled slowly Fall down.
After kneeling down, the men immediately lifted him up and returned to the wheelchair.
Perhaps because of this tossing, his white face was slightly red, but immediately turned his head and looked at me with a smile.
This time, even if Pei Yuanxiu's hand was not strong, I clenched my fist myself.
The next time, we all retreated to the sides, but the monks in the temple acted in accordance with their rules. All the monks knocked on the wooden fish and slowly walked around the hall, while chanting the death spell, I stood under the eaves on the side of the yard and looked at them. Yan Qingchen beside him didn't speak.
Instead, I glanced down at him and said quietly, "Where's the old lady?"
Yan Qingchen looked up at me, his eyes flashed with a little light: "Mother didn't come."
"She doesn't worship Buddha often? Why doesn't she come like this?"
"She is ill."
"..."
I was startled and looked at him with wide eyes. Yan Qingchen raised his head and looked at me with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "After seeing my sister, she fell ill."
"..."
"I was going to serve my mother at home, but my second uncle's funeral-I still have to come over."
"..."
"You can also see your sister."
"..."
I looked at the faint smile on his face, and was so shocked that I didn't know what to say, and at that moment, the monks had already lifted the body of Zhengjue from the back. I immediately stopped talking to him, held my breath, and looked at the Zhengju who sat on the disciple solemnly, sending him the last trip.
When he went out, a person's feet were unstable and shook suddenly.
He didn't bother to shake, and Zhengjue's body followed, a flash, almost turned over.
The people around him rushed forward in a hurry, and all of them supported him with all hands. Just then, a gust of wind blew across suddenly, picking up the monk robe wrapped in layers on Zhengjue's body.
A touch of red stunned into my eyes.
I suddenly froze.
That is--
It just passed by, and the wind passed, and the monk's robe had fallen down again, covering it strictly.
I almost thought I was dazzled, or-hallucinations.
What happened to that red gauze just now? Huh? No, no, 对 has been blown away, and that red is not the kind of 袈裟 at all, but it looks like-like-
"Rouge."
Yan Qingchen's voice sounded lightly in his ears.
My heart burst.
Yes, Rouge!
Zheng Jue once mentioned that Erji was a raccoon girl. The dyeing workshop she worked at would dye a very special red color, which the Shu people called-Rou Rou.
I looked down at him, and saw a touch of coldness on his jade-like face, and those eyes also looked at the wind, and Zhengjue ’s body angle had fallen again, and he looked up at me for a moment. A glance and a smile.
I slowly raised my head. At this moment, the monks had already lifted the body of Zhengjue, and slowly walked out of the door. In the night, I could only see his thin figure, sitting quietly under the candlelight. As if that night, he told me quietly that in this life, it was probably Axian's robbery.
But I couldn't think of anything. On him, under the layers of monk robes, he tied a sweat towel around his waist, and the color of the sweat towel was exactly what he had mentioned to me, Rou Rou color.


Night, it's already deep.
But the whole Tianmu Temple is still brightly lit.
The candlelight and chanting sounds all the way up the mountain, and a fire dragon was almost lit in the temple. A few of us were also in the crowd to see off, even Yan Qingchen, and the attendants raised his Wheelchair steadily climbed up the mountain.
All the way to Tallinn.
Many monks have already made clear here. In the huge open space in the center of Tallinn, a spacious high platform was set up with firewood. The monks slowly walked up with their positive bodies and placed him there. Above the platform.
Then, the monks sat around the high platform, sitting on the floor one by one, and once again recited the curse of death.
In this Tallinn, the bones of previous monks in Tianmu Temple are stored. Each stone tower at this moment seems to be transformed into that monk, quietly guarding the purity of this Tianmu Temple, watching quietly, this monk Dade The last trip.
But my heart is getting more and more chaotic.
"Chaowen said, death can be awkward ... the poor monk confessed that there was no time in this life ..."
"In this world, there is no life without regrets ..."
"Everyone has their own Shura field. Naturally, each has their own mother-in-law's world ..."
"Poor monk, probably the number of robbers in this life ..."
...
The words of Zhengjue kept echoing in my ears, lingering in my head, like countless raindrops falling from the sky and falling into the water, and the original calm water surface was constantly rippled, one after another, as The doubt in my mind at this moment.
Just then, all the chanting sounds stopped.
And in the distance, another bell rang, and the thick bell rang slowly in the night, as if it was a shock to everyone's heart, purging away all the filth.
The two monks who followed him stepped out of the crowd, each holding a torch in their hands, slowly walking towards the high platform.
The fire was reflected in my eyes, as if the night would be lit.
Just as they bent down and were about to throw a torch, a sound suddenly sounded in the originally silent Tallinn— "Wait!"
The two torches suddenly froze in the air.
Under the light of the flame, my pale face turned slightly red, and everyone's eyes in Tallinn followed the sound that just sounded and looked at me.
I stood in the crowd for a moment.
Even Yan Qingchen frowned slightly, "Sister?"
I couldn't speak, I just felt a terrible heartbeat.
Silent again, an old monk slowly got up from the ground, walked in front of me, and folded his hands in a salute: "Women, did you just call and wait?"
"……Yes."
"Female donor, is there anything left?"
"..." I was silent and shook my head.
"Female donor, is there anything else to tell Zhengzheng?"
"..." I still shook my head.
"Why did the female donor stop?"
"..."
I bit my lower lip and said in a almost husky voice, "I think you guys will wait again."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait—wait for someone."
"who?"
I could feel it myself, I was shaking so badly that my lips kept opening and closing, but I couldn't say anything. I saw the old monk frowning, but he said slowly, The hour is here. "
After speaking, he nodded, and turned to the two monks and raised his hands—
Just as he was about to speak, I grabbed his sleeve: "Wait!"
The old monk was a little impatient at this moment, and his white eyebrows were frowned together: "Female donor, who are you waiting for?"
"Wait—wait, wait for han."
As soon as this word came out, everyone around him was subconsciously stiffened.
For a long while, Liu Qinghan, who was standing in the crowd, took a step, looked at me with a doubt, and said softly, "I am here."
As soon as he had finished speaking, behind us, outside the stone gate in Tallinn, a heavy horseshoe sounded suddenly.