Chapter 46: Pomegranate seeds? Wisher?

Chapter 45 Pomegranate Seeds? Wisher?
"But this lady is in trouble?"
What happened, the girl at the end of the next moment suddenly turned around and looked at me who was almost going to be one with Shibi. The two of them halted naturally.
The trapped beast still fights. I don't answer the maidservant. I just want to escape from danger and escape from the wings. The strength in my hand makes it bigger. I didn't want to experience a sharp rubbing pain on the side of my ankle, and touched a trace of coolness, but it was actually pulled out by me miraculously. I calmly covered my ankles with skirts, stretched my hands to hold Xiaoer, and raised my head and waved at the beautiful maid with a gentle smile, carrying Xiaoer and continued walking up the mountain road.
Although the world was too peaceful on the face, and the steps were slow and slow, I was afraid that only God knew how scared I was, my spine stretched tight, my heart beat like a drum, and my palms were like sweat.
After going to the four or five stone steps, I heard a clear and cool voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
I held Xiaoer's palm tight.
The beautiful maid replied: "A lady took the young boy up the mountain, and the slave-maid looked at her with embarrassment and mistakenly thought she was tripped by the mountain road."
He did not answer the words, nor did he hear the pace of the departure, the silence was silent and suffocating. I do not know what kind of expression that person is in doubt at this moment? I want to look back in my heart, but I can’t look back or dare to look back.
"Oh~" He finally said softly, "But something?"
"It doesn't matter, the lady has taken the baby away." The maid answered respectfully.
I led Xiao'er step by step to the stone steps, walking like a puppet on the feet, keeping the smooth and graceful stance of whitewashing. I didn't know where to go, and the cotton wool in my ears buzzed. It wasn't until Xiaoer dragged my clothes that I was shocked, and suddenly looked back, the mountain road was quiet, there was no one under the dense and slanting tree shadow, only two leaves of peony petals were scattered on the blue stone road , Where there is a half figure.
I slacked all over, squatted down and hugged the night child, feeling a bit unrealistically happy when I woke up in a nightmare.
"My mother-in-law is also afraid of Uncle Gong?"
I was startled, "Afraid! Very afraid..."
Suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my foot. I lowered my head and lifted the corner of my skirt. Then I saw that my ankle was mottled by Shi Feng. Only then did my whole body guard and guard feel no pain. Now I relax and relax to see the outflow. The blood has condensed into a dark red. That's how the man is, no matter how heavy my scales are on guard, I think I'm so guarded against dripping water. After fighting, I remove the armor and find that there are blood stains and mottled scars inside. He has the same magic weapon, no need to break the thorns. Wearing armor can hurt the opponent's innermost softness.
Such a demon darling, how can I not be afraid of mortals?
"My mother is not afraid. I have a silver needle, so I can pierce my uncle." Xiaoer interrupted my distraction, and took out a steel needle of varying length and thickness from my sleeve to show me, and I looked at it The gleaming silver light didn't know how to speak for a while. Xiaoer next took a small bottle of brown wound medicine from her sleeve and squatted down. With her small hand, she carefully poured the powder onto my ankle.
Why is Xiaoer so small that she always carries such a wound medicine? I grabbed Xiaoxiao's little hand at once, "Xiaer is often injured?"
"No." Xiaoer looked up, Bai Jing's soft face was puzzled. Seeing me staring at the medicine on his hand, there was a stubborn awkwardness on his face, and when he received the medicine, he plucked his mouth. Cross your face.
"Xia'er." I looked back at him with his little face back, "Tell the truth to my mother."
Xiaoer lowered her eyes and looked at her toes. After a while, she whispered: "If I pierced my uncle with a silver needle in the daytime, at night...at night, when he fell asleep, give him some medicine..." tone They were reluctant to accept each other's actions and generally ignored them as if they were enemies and treasoners. At the end, they added a sentence: "A little bit, only a little bit."
For a moment, my mind was speechless, and I only reached out and touched Xiaoer's soft hair...
When I limped and crumbled my injured foot and Xiaoer back to the White Horse Temple, it was already twilight, the golden light of the setting sun hit the dark red wall of the ancient temple, and it was mottled desolately. It is the "White Horse Sweet Durian" that is famous all over the world.
I took a pick and sat down on a stone pier under the tree and slowly peeled it to Xiao'er, but Xiaoer didn't follow it. I had to take it away and eat it for me. I smiled and leaned on him, but, this pomegranate has many thin seeds As soon as the skin was peeled, it would inevitably be scattered on the ground, so I ordered Xiaoer to go to the temple room in the temple to borrow a porcelain bowl to install it, so as not to pollute the blue brick floor cleaned by the master.
Nearly in the evening, the sound of chanting wooden fish from the temple gradually fell, and the aftertaste of incense candles burned around the temple, sniffing the lungs, and there was a sense of tranquility and sacred soothing. The pilgrims who wished to pray at the festival were leaving one after another, and their hearts became more peaceful. They wanted to come today and the three pilgrims who came to the pilgrimage to the worship of the Mubai Horse Temple like this woven pilgrim were not caught by the wind. Or capture.
Thinking this way, I felt that my ankle was not so painful, and I got up and took two steps. Today, it is difficult to escape in a panic and danger. I have to say that I was sheltered by the gods and gods, and I would like to thank you.
I detoured to the Temple of Heaven, took three incense sticks outside the door and lit it, crossed the threshold of the golden paint and went inside to worship the Buddha. In the case of Xiang, a young monk who was seven or eight years old stood with a bead in one hand and knocked the golden cup in the other to read the Scriptures. There are two pilgrims on the left and two in the middle of the first three futons in the incense case kneeling and praying. I chose one on the right to kneel down to worship.
After being able to worship twice, I felt that the pilgrim in the center next to me had already stood up, except for me and the pilgrim on the left. I looked up and looked up at the towering Buddha, meditation in my heart a few words "Thank you Buddha for your protection", then I got up and inserted the incense into the incense burner. After two empty hands, I turned around and turned away, but I heard the little monk Dao: "This donor, the incense has been burned out, so don't burn it."
I lifted my eyes and looked at random, and realized that I was too lucky to be called Buddha and could not take shelter.
The regent who returned when he did not know when he was kneeling on the left futon, a pair of white and slender hands holding a bouquet of fragrant, two pages of wide sleeves fell off the elbows and fell down, like a crow wings creeping quietly. The face of the porcelain jade reflects the candlelight around it, and it is pious to almost holy. The incense in that hand had been burned to the end, and the incense ash was scattered on the back of the hand, and it burned to a few spots with mottled red marks.
"The donor has made many wishes, and it has grown to the point that the incense has burned out and has not finished yet? My master said: There are not too many wishes, I care about sincerity. Many are greedy, and may not be effective." The little monk said again.
Hearing the man's trance-like recollection: "Not much, only one wish." Suddenly he laughed at himself, "Just said so many times, and even the incense burned out..."
I stood in front of the Buddha stiffly, as if fixed by a curse.
A teacher took the rapeseed oil to add oil to the Buddha lamp, slowly pulled the white beard when he recovered the oil calf, looked at the man with a calm face, a pair of vicissitudes of the world, "Everything in the world is an illusion Too deep obsession is just painting the ground to make a cocoon for self-impairment. It is not necessarily good to be tired and exhausted. No, no enlightenment, no abandonment, no abandonment, indifferent, unacceptable. All kinds of sufferings are born from this, so it is a matter of life If you die, you will fall into Abi and go to jail repeatedly."
The man was full of desolation, and none of the tens of thousands of lamps and candles could be reflected in it. "The words of the master are reasonable. However, if you can know what is your own in the mundane world, you can't, you can't understand, you can't give up, you can't give up. , I can’t understand, I can’t bear to say that
Isn’t it true happiness? I’m dull and blinded my eyes, so I can’t, I can’t understand, I can’t give up, I can’t abandon, I can’t understand, I can’t give up
Read, understand, let go, let go, see through, and give up."
"The years are too late, Sijun is old. I was in Abi, why did I ever say that...
"My dear, I peeled the pomegranate." A child's voice passed through the quiet Buddha's hall crisply, through the dense smoke that burst into the air.
Xu Yu stagnation, someone slowly said: "Xiaer...? Niang...?"
Suddenly a night breeze arrived, and the Qiyun Pagoda, a towering ancient show on the east side of the mountain gate, was cluttered. The four-sided stupa pagoda dedicated to the relics had heavy layers. The exquisite copper bells hanging from the eaves swayed from all corners and connected in series. Sound, the sudden rain shot Jingtang generally ripples are crisp.
Someone turned their heads hurriedly, and the oil lamps of the censer and candlesticks were taken one by one and fell to the ground.
"Is...is you? Is it you!"
In an instant, the spell suddenly burst, and I turned around and ran away.
Between the heavens and the earth, under a messy pomegranate tree, an iron-clawed hand descended from the sky and held my wrist firmly, "Is it you?"
I frantically broke that cold hand, struggling to die.
"Miao...Miaoer...Is it really you?" The man hugged me into his arms violently, but the next moment was cautiously close to depression, and slowly reached out to touch my face, dreaming, " Miao'er, you are still alive...really alive, aren't you?"
I lowered my head and tried my best to bite the hand to push the chest to crush the foot, but it was completely in vain. The man like a vine root firmly embedded me in my arms, and he refused to move every inch. Only a lilac-purple peony fell out of the sleeve, and the petals were scattered.
"Don't go, Miao'er, don't go!" Those eyes that were so clear as to be almost barren and could not be reflected, but at the moment they stubbornly reflected me into the panic and frightened me, as if they wanted to take my soul, So he was imprisoned in those eyes.
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