Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Through the rows of candle lights, in the gap, the woman sitting in the last row had her hands clasped together and her eyes closed, but she was already dozing off as a chicken pecking at rice.

Her white little face, illuminated by the Buddha's light, seemed to be covered with a light yellow veil.

So soft that even the slightly trembling eyelashes can be seen clearly.

The peaceful sounds of chanting sutras and wooden fish all around seemed to have become an accompaniment to lull her to sleep.

For a moment, the little head almost dropped completely.

Que Yan laughed and looked away, "Since there are ghosts and spirits, are they afraid of Buddhism?"

Abbot Deshi, Amitabha, said something, his old eyes shining with kindness and gentleness, and he replied,

"Of course ordinary spirits cannot enter Buddhist temples, but if they practice sincerely and are dedicated to good deeds, the Buddha will naturally tolerate them and will not turn them away. With the blessing of Buddhism, the cultivation of spirits will naturally be more effective with half the effort. .”

Buddha's salvation of all living beings naturally includes all.

It is the mind of a Buddha to be open to all rivers.

The young emperor's deep eyes were as dark as the abyss, and his lips were bright red, "That's it."

"If it's so general, then everything makes sense."

He said calmly.

Today's rain has been falling, pitter-pattering, and never ending.

Although it was drizzling, the air was so moist that it felt like my fur was stuck together.

The little white tiger spirit was eating plain steamed buns and came back from the Buddhist hall as usual to copy Buddhist scriptures for salvation for the Queen Mother.

Yingchun tidied the room, and then was called out to do some chores.

I went out and didn't come back until night.

"Princess, tomorrow is the last day of mourning for the Queen Mother. According to the rules, you should get up at Yinshi, and you must not stay in bed then."

Yingchunxu warned, "Your Majesty will also be present at the ritual ceremony tomorrow. If you are late, you will definitely lose His Majesty's face."

"Oh, by the way, I should choose some plain clothes tomorrow, nothing flashy. Princess, you must act more sad, as this is the last time to see off the Queen Mother."

"." Yun Si glanced at the sky outside the window.

"Okay, welcome to the Spring Festival. It's getting late. You should go back and rest first."

She put down the brush and put the copied Sutra aside to wait for the ink to dry.

Yingchun responded, thoughtfully removed the support of the window, then fiddled with the buckle, and the window was closed immediately.

It was dark at night, so Yun Si folded the copied Buddhist scriptures and pressed them with stone slabs.

After briefly washing up, she closed the door, listened to the sound of Yingchun leaving outside, and then stood for a while.

It was so quiet tonight, like something big was going to happen.

Yun Si pricked up her ears and listened, only to feel someone stepping on the eaves.

Although her voice was small enough to be ignored, as a tiger, her hearing was dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people.

Those little sounds were extremely clear to her ears.

Recalling that during the day, she saw fewer guards in the temple, she concentrated, and then fastened the door bolt to prevent outsiders from entering.

Although she didn't know what was being arranged in the east chamber, it was none of her business.

Even if something unexpected happens tonight, she should not act rashly and expose her unusualness.

Yun Si listened behind the door for a while, when the footsteps on the eaves finally disappeared.

Calmly she checked another window.

The windows have been closed tightly by the Spring Festival, so it shouldn't be possible to get in.