Chapter 229: Good and evil ends

Master Yuanzhen admired and said: "Master Qingyuan sent Hongyuan to go to Qi country to relieve the people from disaster."
As soon as this remark came out, Xiao Fengyi and Nie Wushuang couldn't help but even the housekeepers who stood and waited on each other's face, surprised. Now it is winter, water drips into ice, and Gu Qinghong has ordered a strong wall to clear the wild. On this way, we must not only avoid the fierce wolf Qin Jun, but also have no food or clothing, and even our lives cannot be preserved in troubled times. Among the four kingdoms, except for the remote western region Mobei, Qin, Qi, and Ying are the only ones who are stable and peaceful, and the people are prosperous. Everyone wants to be in Ying, how can he want to go to Qi?
The crowd was in suspicion, and the door of Xuanshi opened, and Qingyuan slowly walked in. It's still rough cloth, homemade bast shoes. In the cold winter, the clothes were thin, and the hemp shoes were not wearing thick socks. His complexion was dark, and the whiteness that Nie Wushuang had seen that day was long gone, but his ease and calmness remained between his eyebrows, like a saint.
He looked around the Xuan room first, and when it was clear that it was not Yuan Zhen but Xiao Fengzhen and Nie Wushuang on the seat, he couldn't help it, but quickly stood calmly.
Xiao Fengxuan watched him lose weight and sighed, "Why is Master Qingyuan so? Isn't Donglin Temple bad? Why go to Qi State?"
Qingyuan folded his hands and his eyes were clear as spring water: "It is not bad for Donglin Temple, it is the Buddha who needs disciples to help the people and save all beings."
"Master Qingyuan really has a good heart for the Buddha." Xiao Fengxuan sighed and said no more.
Nie Wushuang looked at Qingyuan for a few moments, but he had an idea in his mind. Then he changed to Qingyuan to say the Buddhist classics. He had a clear voice and had his own opinions. He didn't feel bored when he heard it. It was just the emperor's lunch time when he finished speaking. Xiao Fengxuan was so impressed with what Qingyuan was about to do, so he left for a meal together. A table full of exquisite fast food, Qingyuan eyes and nose, nose and heart, nothing moved. Nie Wushuang saw that Qingyuan did not eat much and knew that he was suffering hardship, and felt headache and helplessness in his heart.
When lunch was over, Qingyuan retreated. Nie Wushuang then said to Xiao Fengzhang: "The emperor, Master Qingyuan is going to Qi Kingdom, Chen Xun wondered if he could let him go with the elder brother's team after the spring, so that he could save his life."
Xiao Fengyi thought for a while: "Okay. If Master Qingyuan encounters unexpected events outside, wouldn't it be that he has lost such a Buddhist man in vain?"
There was no one else in the propaganda room at that time, only the fragrant sandalwood in the incense burner. Qing Ya pleasant. Nie Wushuang just wanted to step back, and Xiao Fengdi had held her hand. Nie Wushuang's heart shuddered, it took a long time to look up at Xiao Fengzhen sitting cross-legged on the futon. He looked peaceful, and her deep black eyes carried her incomprehensible inquiry. His mind no longer had to worry about her, but why At this time, he doesn't look happy?
"The emperor will take a rest, and Chen Chen will retire." She left abruptly, and stopped looking at the look on his face, and exited the mission room. He faintly heard his sigh. Outside the door, Nie Wushuang felt a drowsy head awake. A palace maid stepped forward to put on her cloak and put on a wooden clog.
Nie Wushuang was about to step down the stairs, but when he looked up, he saw that Qingyuan was standing not far away, and looked at her peacefully. The palace man didn't know his identity, so he didn't dare to drive him away easily. Nie Wushuang gathered her fox fur cloak, and helped the maiden's hand slowly step down the steps and approached him.
"Master." She folded her hands. She couldn't understand Qingyuan's choice, but she still admired his intention: Not everyone can abandon the bright future that is about to go and go to another dangerous future.
Qingyuan closed the ceremony and sighed in clear eyes: "Last time in the palace, the master Nie did ask the monk a very good question."
Nie Wushuang recalled the design that framed her and Qingyuan's "Tibetan Pavilion". The designer had been killed by her, but what about him? Did you leave the battle of Buddha?
"Is there any excuse for that master?" Nie Wushuang slowly walked forward, as he walked and asked in a manic voice. She still remembers his stubbornness, that will reduce her stubbornness to goodness.
"There is no excuse. So the little monk left." Qingyuan followed her, and said lightly.
Nie Wushuang laughed suddenly when he heard his words. He looked back and determined that he was thin but did not diminish his face: "This is how the master solved it?"
Qingyuan bowed his head and said nothing for a long time, "It is impossible for the little monk to apply Xiangxin Buddha's heart to the same door."
Nie Wushuang slowly walked forward. Although Huayan Temple is only in the suburbs of Beijing, the temple is not large, but it has a few steps and a scene, but it also has a unique flavor. At this time, it was a severe winter, and the old plums in Huayan Temple were opened. Nie Wushuang praised as he walked, as if he had not heard Qingyuan's words.
She walked under an old plum tree and suddenly turned back: "For this old plum tree, what is good and what is evil?"
Qingyuan thought for a while: "Maybe it's a storm, it's evil, and a gentle rain is good."
Nie Wushuang shook her head, and she pointed at a withered branch of the old plum tree: "This prosperity is good for it, and this worm is gnawed, and the branch of the whole plum tree will be evil in the coming spring. Source. "
She stretched out her hand and slammed it down, saying quietly: "Donglin Temple is a royal temple, receiving the royal incense, and guaranteeing the nation's eternal inheritance. If it was won by those villains, Master Qingyuan, Do you say you left for good or for evil? "
When Qingyuan heard the cold sweat on her forehead, she hadn't seen her for so long. As always, she was ashamed of her sharp words.
Nie Wushuang saw that he looked miserable, knowing that there must be a dilemma in his heart, otherwise he would not go to the point where he would go on a long journey of penance. It was clear that he was punishing himself and exiling himself.
With a sigh in her heart, she turned quietly: "The palace has asked the emperor for grace, and after the spring, you will set off with the army helping the Qi. With the brother of the palace, Master Qingyuan will be safe along the way worry."
"Master Qingyuan, the future abbot of Donglin Temple will definitely be yours! And then, remember, you still owe a favor to this palace."
She said, and left slowly, the sound of wooden clanging, hurried, but determined.

Continue to ask for a monthly ticket. Today I talked to the editor about my "Queen Queen", so it was even later. Sorry.