Chapter 532: Avoiding Disasters (2)

Maybe her silver played a role, or the helplessness in her voice caused the two priests and monks to move on their faces. Finally, they looked at each other. One of them said rudely: , Wait here, wait for us to report to Abbot Zen Master. "
After he finished speaking, he gave Nie Wushuang a serious look and went up the mountain in person. At this point the sky was completely dark, and a wind blew across the foot of the mountain, which caused Nie Wushuang to shiver. After running for two days and two nights, she couldn't eat any food along the way, even if the dry food ate in her mouth, she didn't know what to eat. Worried and panicked, at this point she had endured to the limit.
She slowly held her shoulders and looked for a tree and sat down to rest. The mountain was cold. At this time, it was early May. The weather in Yinguo had not completely warmed up. She sat down under the tree and looked at the Donglin Temple under the fading sky. She's no stranger here, and she's been here a few times. Or avoid evil or worship Buddha, then glory, but I do not know that one day she would come so embarrassedly to seek evil.
She was groggy in her head and could only curl up under a tree. The monk who was waiting at the foot of the mountain did not return to see his companions for a long time, and was finally impatient, and left in a hurry-at sunset, the temple door should be closed tightly.
Nie Wushuang watched him leave, trying to call him, but was powerless. The wind was even stronger. It blew across the mountains of pines and snoring, and she looked blankly. There seemed to be countless ghosts hiding in the mountains ready to choose someone to eat. She turned her eyes to the thousand-level mountain steps, and the hope in her heart was turned to ashes a little. The eyes were burning, but no tears fell.
It turned out that despair was like this. There was no sound and no energy left.
She hugged herself even tighter, and finally fainted under the tree.
I didn't know how long it had been, and suddenly there was light in front of her. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyes were heavy and her body was sore and uncomfortable. I heard a clear Buddhist horn in my ear. She trembled suddenly in her heart, opened her eyes with all her strength, and finally, in a bright spot, looked at the clear and peaceful Qingyuan.
He was wearing a turquoise monk robe, and faint sandalwood passed into her nose. She looked at him, and said hoarsely, "Qingyuan ... Zen Master ..."
Qingyuan brushed away the messy hair on her face, and carefully wiped the dirt on her cheek. In the light of the lantern, he was shocked: "Queen Mother ..."
Nie Wushuang reached out his trembling hand, tears rolled down from his eyes: "Save me ..."
The warmth struck, Qingyuan had embraced her in her arms, and a mountain breeze blew, but it was no longer cold. The warmth on his body was ironed on her body through the quilt, and there was nothing in his heart that fell to tears. Obediently rolled down on his chest.
"Mother-in-law ..." He watched her tremble like autumn leaves in his arms, and the peace between the eyebrows disappeared: "How did you get here?"
Nie Wushuang just fell in his arms and wept silently.
A sigh passed into her ear: "Madam, offended!" He said, wrapping her in a large monk's robe, holding it in his arms and turning into the darkness. And on the ground, the plain lantern was burning silently, and after a while, it was blown out by the wind, the candlelight was burning, a red flame was burning, and the bright flame seemed to devour everything. ...
I do n’t know where to go in the ups and downs, the young monk has a warm breath, endless, and brings a faint sandalwood to add a little compassion and peace to the gods. For a moment, she only felt that she was being The Buddha's light changed, and he wanted to sleep like this.
She didn't want to think about how long he had been with him, or to care about where he would take herself. After walking through the long darkness, the wind and the sound of wooden fish finally receded. He heard another Buddhist horn in his ear, and then a bowl filled with hot water was passed to her lips.
"Madam, drink hot water ..." His soft voice resembled a Brahman, with compassion in calmness.
Nie Wushuang closed his eyes and trembled and drank the water in the bowl with his hands. She finally took a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes and looked at Qingyuan under the lamp. She wanted to say something, but tears dripped into his palm. "Save me ... King Rui ... rebellion ..."
She sobbed, her body shook unsteadily, and her beautiful eyes were the last hope: "I have a pregnancy and can't go anymore ... Qingyuan, you must save me, save me, and my children! ... ... "
This Buddhist gate, the compassionate gate that she used and hated, is now her only harbor of refuge; the young monk in front of her, who has ridiculed and disdained good monks, is now her only hope for compassion.
The world is unpredictable, and it is impossible to wonder whether there is a pair of hands in the midst of arranging all this.
Qingyuan's face was compassionate, and his palms were warm. He had held her hand, and a simple buddha enveloped her thin halo. Nie Wushuang looked down, and tears fell more urgently. This was the string of beads she had given to the priestess. This is the gift he gave back to the abbot of Torinji Temple. She had been wearing it on her wrist, but she didn't know she could use it one day.
"The queen mother, Qingyuan once said that if the mother is in trouble in the future, Qingyuan will help the mother." His voice was calm and distant: "Not to mention, the Buddhist gate is where the shelter is."
Nie Wushuang raised his tears. In the dimness, his clean and peaceful face was so unclear.
He paused, lowered his eyes, and sighed as if to say: "Even if the mother-in-law has no shelter in the whole world, this Buddha door will always open for the mother-in-law."
Nie Wushuang trembled, comforting and guilt intertwined in his heart. She half-covered her face and choked and said inexplicably: "Did ... you saw that Qingyuan Zen Master had such a day?"
She asked sadly, "Am I really wrong?"
Qingyuan looked at her sad faces and wiped away tears for her: "Don't think about it again, the damsel is so restless. No one is wrong, no one is suffering. These Buddhas know."
His words had a magical and reassuring effect. Nie Wushuang gradually stopped crying, fell in his arms, closed his eyes tiredly, the soft Brahma sound in her ears, the strange tone made her quiet and finally fell into the boundless In the dream.
What? Ask for a monthly pass
There is one more, but it is relatively late. Before twelve o'clock, parents can watch it tomorrow
.