Chapter 26:

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Since Yu Xiang awakened from his dream and knelt in the temple for a day and a night, the old lady felt sad, and opened her eyes every day to ask if the Northwestern Battlefield sent a war report to Beijing.
The servants shook their heads in addition to shaking their heads.
The old lady turned to ask Yu Xiang what dream she had. Yu Xiang just covered her chest and screamed pain. The miserable look of the old lady was unsure whether it was true or false. She had to give it up, and then hurried to find a doctor.
After so much trouble, most of the month passed. The old lady's attention was finally attracted by another thing-the monk of the country Guozhen Temple Kuhai and the monk Yunyou returned and placed a sign to meet the relatives, ranging from three to five days and more than ten days before going to the sea to Tianzhu Kingdom Buddha.
Speaking of the monk of Kuhai, that is really the most legendary figure of the Han dynasty, there is no one. Seventy years ago, the founding emperor Shengzu was only a small thousand-house prince. He was fortunate to win the signing of the monk of the Kuhai monk in Guangji Temple. He narrated with him. Before leaving, the monk of Kuhai gave him a wild grass. Jiuzhongtian, the five continents of the underground are the same.
Poetry is not a good poem, but the word is a good word. The emperor ancestor framed it and hung it in the room until he ascended the throne the day he understood it. This was his own destiny when he asked each other bitterly. The life of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the world is supreme. No one can imagine that a little one thousand households will become the master of this vast land in a few years.
After that, Guangji Temple was renamed Zhenguo Temple by the emperor's decree, and the signing of the monk of Kuhai became a popular fetish in the Han Dynasty. Now that seventy years have passed, the monk of Kuhai is still the same as he was back then. It seems that years have forgotten him.
Because of all these, his status became more transcendent and more desirable.
The old lady got the news and immediately sent someone to prepare a carriage to go to Zhenguo Temple.
"Let the girl wear more clothes for Xiang'er, and there should be no cold on the way." She exhorted.
Ma Mama stood under the gallery and looked at the sky, hesitantly said, "Old lady, it's pouring rain down here. The road is muddy and it's not easy to walk. Let's go another day."
"Just go on the first day of the altar, otherwise people will gradually grow up in the future, and they will not be able to squeeze in. The princess and concubine will definitely go now, just borrowing her convenience." The old lady waved her hand.
Ma Ma was unable to do so, so she had to run to the Western Chamber in the rain and let Yu Xiang prepare quickly. It was also strange that the torrential rain was so magnificent that I wished to dump all the water of the nine days. Yu Xianggang just shoveled, looked out the door, the rain stopped, and a beam of golden sunlight pierced the clouds and fell on Above her head, her little white face was lined like the chalcedony soaked in the thousand-year-old cold lake, pure and holy, and the flying dust around her added a touch of agility to her.
Ma Ma was standing there and watching her for a while, and Yu Xiang didn't come back until she raised her strange eyebrows and hurriedly pushed her out.
When the two grandchildren arrived at Zhenguo Temple, they saw that the crown prince's frame had been parked outside the door. Many guards patrolled around with sword halberds, and saw idlers waiting to be expelled.
Yu Pinyan is now fighting far away in the northwest. If he returns after winning the battle, he will later say that he will not inherit the mantle of the old Yongle Hou and become General Qiqi, in charge of a million soldiers. He is the prince's most trusted subordinate, and the prince's most reliant aid. Because of this relationship, the old lady just sent a message, and the concubine sent someone to welcome him, and the jealous eyes of the ladies who couldn't get in the way were red.
The group met and greeted each other, and chatted with each other after sitting down.
"Is the prince concubine drawing the signing king?" The old lady asked curiously.
"No, none of the hundred and ten people who came with this palace today won the lottery. It shows that they have no chance with Master Kuhai, and prayed for the blessing in the hall, and then went back after the time." The Crown Princess shook her head and smiled wryly.
The monk of Kuhai is a monk of the Han dynasty. Anyone who exhibits the word ‘God’ lurks in his bones with unruly factors. It is up to personal preference to speak. The monk of the bitter sea is very accurate, and can explore the future of life and death, but it is not for everyone, but also for a fate.
He asked the craftsman to make a huge rotatable sign cylinder, which is divided into two layers, with a partition in the middle, which can hold a total of 50,000 signs. The person who asked for the sign turned the sign cylinder and then pulled out the middle partition. After all the signs had fallen to the bottom, they bent over and picked up one at random. If the winner is the signing king, it means that the person seeking the signing has a connection with the suffering monk, he will tell you, no matter what you ask, you can get the answer from his mouth.
Fifty thousand draws, one chance. Seventy years after the founding of the Han Dynasty, only the Emperor Shengzu had the luck of winning the lottery. In this way, every time the monk of Kuhai returned to Beijing to sit in meditation, the people who asked for the sign at Shangguo Temple were wave after wave, hoping to level the mountain. A few days ago, it was natural for the royal family to arrange the venue, and the next few days it was the honor and honor of the people. If the civilians wanted to enter, they had to wait until the dignitaries and nobles of the whole Beijing city had been there once.
The old lady and the concubine sighed for a while, and saw that the concubines of the concubine and the queen had drawn away before taking Yu Xiang.
"I am in charge of the reel, you are responsible for picking up the sign. When the signing rain falls, you will be hesitant, just pick the one that looks pleasing to the eye. See if you see it or not. The wife whispered softly.
Yu Xiang nodded and agreed.
The two folded their hands together and secretly recited the bodhisattva blessing. The crown prince and a group of noble ladies stood sideways and waited.
The sign was very heavy, the old lady only sweated in two turns, and tried to turn three times before pulling out the partition. I only heard a clatter, and the thin sticks cut with bamboo sticks fell like raindrops. A little Sha Mi stretched his hand, "please choose the donor within two breaths, and then choose after two breaths, but missed the master."
Choose one of the two interest rates, there is really no possibility of cheating. Yu Xiang didn't wait for all the bamboo sticks to fall, so he reached out and grabbed one from the sky and gave it to Xiao Shami.
At first, Xiao Shami smiled and saw the word ‘sign king’ engraved on the bamboo stick in Sanskrit. His face changed immediately. He panicked and ran towards the backyard. He ran and shouted,
Master, someone has won the sign king!

As soon as these words came out, the hall boiled instantly. The old lady came with a mentality of giving it a try. She didn't even think she would be drawn. This was dumbfounded. She looked at the sign for a while and Yu Xiang at the same time. She was quite top-heavy like a dream.
The crown prince stared at Yu Xiang with a good eye, and thought secretly: The lady in Yongle Hou was really a spiritual person. The family of Yongle Hou were all rich in Fuze, and the blame allowed the prince to escape twice.
Because the lottery is only about whether you can meet the monk of Kuhai, it is not a fate. The person who draws can only say good luck and destiny with the bitter sea, but the rumor about the malicious and tragic side cannot be heard. The old lady and Dao Xi, who came to Daoxi, patted Yu Xiang and the ladies of Zhan Fuyun for a while, and then walked into the apse under the leadership of a monk.
Several small Sha Mi came over and put the fallen bamboo sticks back to the upper layer.
The Buddhist monk of Kuhai is very simple. There is only a small single room of 20 square meters. There is nothing but a futon and a case. There is a small courtyard outside to plant a bodhi and dig a lotus pond.
The old lady held her breath, walked slowly, and came to the door of the Chan room, hesitantly said, "Xian'er, can you wait a moment outside the courtyard, the old ancestors have something to say to the master alone."
Yu Xiang is an outsider. To see a god-man like Kuhai, he is inevitably a little anxious. When he nods, he agrees. Her heart had been dug up, and her body fell in the hands of her mother. In order to conceal the truth, she must have been cremated in a hurry. Even if she can go back, is she still Yu Xiang? Can you still see that person?
She was lost in confusion for a while.
It has been seventy years since the establishment of the Han Dynasty, what the bitter sea was like seventy years ago, and what it is still today. The brows and beards are frost-white, and the frowns on the face are criss-crossed. Together, his eyes were as deep as the sea. Seeing the old lady, he said a buddha and reached out to invite her to sit down.
"Dare to ask the donor what advice?"
"Please ask the master to look at these two characters." The old lady drew out two pieces of paper from the sleeve and spread them on the table.
The monk of Kuhai nodded his head and pointed at one of them after a closer look. , There is no help. "
The old lady was well-prepared early, and it was inevitable that she would lose her face after listening to these words.
Monk Kuhai didn't care about her, and pointed to another one to continue, "The parents are weak, the territories are innocent and harmless, the women are good martial arts, the men are combative, and the sound of swordsmanship is not for the end."
"No, don't have a good ending?" The old lady shook her body, seeming to faint, Ma Ma quickly stepped forward and helped.
The monk of Kuhai glanced at her, and then opened his mouth, "The two have a lot of fate, and if they are a husband and wife, there will be no peace in the family, if they are brothers and sisters, they will fight each other and cannot coexist."
The old lady became more dizzy and shivered, "If there is no end of life, there is no way to change your life? How can it not be end of life?" As for the fate of the fate of life, she did not think hard.
The monk of Kuhai closed his eyes and calculated.
The old lady quickly rushed over and asked anxiously, "Master, is there a way?"
"It was an inexplicable life, but suddenly Taiyi nobleman appeared, kind and kind." Monk Kuhai folded his hands together and sighed, "This person has just survived a life-and-death tribulation a few days ago, presumably this Taiyi nobleman is already around. The donor You can rest assured. "
"Who is this Taiyi nobleman?" The old lady collapsed, but she was still focused on solving it.
"Far from the horizon and near in front of your eyes." The words fell and walked towards Yu Xiang under the bodhi tree, his eyes glowing again and again.
It is clearly a childish body, but there is a soul of a different world. The left eye is holding the air, the right eye is indifferent, the eyebrows are filled with the powerful golden Buddha light, the canopy is covered, and the luck is unparalleled. Such a person with deep Buddha's fate is really something he saw only in his life.
"Amitabha ..." Monk Kuhai had to speak with his hands folded.
Yu Xiang robbed Bai Dao, "If you want to ask me where I am going, I will tell you to go wherever I go. If I want to ask me what I think, I will tell you that when there is no delusion, I am one Buddha. When there is delusion, one heart is one hell. I have delusions, so I would rather be in hell. "So I do n’t have to pity me, and I do n’t have to surpass me. Since I ’ve made up my mind to hold on to the only one I can hold, I wo n’t go Expect that uncertain future, or perhaps the past.
She spit out a turbid breath at the lotus leaf in the pool, only to feel that her mood was unprecedentedly broad.
The monk of Kuhai finally revealed his first smiley face today, and said slowly, "The donor wants to be transparent, without the need to speak."
Yu Xiang nodded and asked, "Is my brother still safe?"
"There will always be a blessing after a big disaster." The monk of Kuhai looked at the old lady and smiled. "Fuyun is unparalleled, the Buddha is deep, and Wangfuwang's family has six animals. This child can be the treasure of the town house. The donor does not need to look elsewhere. Amitabha, good and good. "
The old lady was stunned for a moment before showing her ecstasy, and thanked Kuhai for a while. Kou Hai smiled and shook his head, and said to find his brother, Hui Hui, and ordered him to go to the hospital to treat the injured leg.
The treasure of the town house? me? Yu Xiang heard her mouth straight, but she also understood that with the old monk's words, her life in Yonglehou House would be better off. But no matter how good your life is, it is only the accompaniment of the hostess, but they are destined to dance for nine days.
When the hostess returns home, all her fate will start to turn. Now she is not sure about anything. Thinking of this, Yu Xiang's eyes flowed with a trace of anger. She couldn't seem to be as indifferent as before, because she had something that could not be lost anyway.