Rotten Terrier

The host of the temple is called Jikong, with a white beard hanging down to his chest. Because of the low incense in the temple, most of the time he sits in the meditation room to learn about the Dharma.

It's just that Mu Qingchen has been seriously disturbed during this period of time.

"Mu Shizhu, you are not asking for the Buddha with all your heart, why do you come to disturb my Buddhism quiet." Jikong said, and then murmured Nanwu Amitabha Buddha to the Bodhisattva.

The face of the Bodhisattva is peacefully smiling, with a mysterious look and peaceful eyes, which makes people unconsciously calm down and impetuous.

Mu Qingchen was wrapped in the incense of the Buddha, was filling the futon as a pillow, taking a nap in peace, being so noisy by the silence of the sky, slowly opened his eyelids and stared at the golden prayer flags hanging above his head.

The light in the heart of the eyes was diminished, as if still waking up.

"This is the sacred place of Buddhism, you must not play with the benefactor." Jikong said again and again.

Mu Qingchen's temper that had just been tempered was ruined.

She really annoys this old bald donkey, thinking who wants to stay here, if it weren't for her Royal Highness the princess, she wouldn't come here to ask for trouble. There are a lot of mosquitoes, and the meal is not delicious at all.

Bai blind her twelve sesame oil money.

But then again, blame Chang Shu for the kindness of the lady. According to her usual method, just scare the old bald donkey and ask when and why the third lady will come every month.

If he dared to speak hard, he would be taken back to the princess mansion and tortured.

It won't take much effort anyway.

But Chang Shu refused, saying, "Good is rewarded for good, evil is rewarded for evil, it is not that it is not reported, the time has not come", and then added "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

Speaking admiringly, doing evil things, and Qing Chen fearfully frightened, after several hours of torment, decided to personally come to the Buddhist hall to find the handle of the third lady...Oh no, it was looking for clues to impress the third lady.

This search took ten days. She simply stayed with a cheeky face, stubbornly eating and drinking every day.

In order to quickly integrate into the monk group, I decided to knock on the wooden fish chanting together with everyone.

Chang Shu thought it was a good thing. Even if he could not find a clue, at least Mu Qingchen had been baptized by Buddhism, and his hostility would be less, which is considered a blessing for future generations.

If someone comes to visit the mansion, it is said that Mu Qingchen is ill and will not see guests.

Fortunately, the effort paid off, Mu Qingchen gradually grasped the law of the three ladies to worship the Bodhisattva, that is-there is no law.

According to her speculation, the Zuo Xiang’s family has a big business and cumbersome affairs in the government. The third wife had to be free to come.

As soon as he came, he shut himself in the backyard monastery until sunset.

This night, Mu Qingchen fell asleep, and when everyone was resting, the yard was so quiet that only cicadas cried and slipped out of the room. The cat bent over and fumbled all the way into the backyard monastery.

When I opened the door and entered, the strong sandalwood choked my throat and couldn't help but sneezed.

As soon as the voice uttered, he was anxious and annoyed, and hurriedly covered his mouth. Looking back at the courtyard, it was strange.

Fortunately, it was quiet. No one found her.

There are layers of veils that are as thin as cicada wings hanging in the Zen room, which separates the small boundary from many square spaces, like a complicated labyrinth, which disturbs Mu Qingchen's head.

She settled her mind, and saw the faint light behind the curtain, she opened layer after layer of barriers and walked over. Only then did I see the eternal lamp in front of the Buddhist altar.

The lamp is full of oily color, which should have been filled not long ago, and a flame bounced on the candle wick.

A piece of yellow paper was pressed under the lamp with "Zuo Yuekang" written on it.

It turns out that this ever-bright lamp was given to her son by the third wife.

It is understood that the third wife had a dystocia when he gave birth to Zuo Yuean. Although the mother and daughter were safe afterwards, the bones of the body were completely broken and there was no possibility of childbirth.

In this way, it was too late to let go of the deceased son.

Therefore, Mu Qingchen thought of a new trick, the main theme of which was to soothe the wounded soul of the third wife.

"Worship Zuoxiang and the third wife as an intermediary?" Chang Shu exclaimed.

She paced back and forth in the Zhaopeng Pavilion, and the skirt that shuffled the ground followed her movements, like a lotus leaf blown by the wind, and the edges were rippling.

"The idea you made is really worse than the other."

Dahua was founded more than three hundred years ago, and no royal heirs and ministers have worshipped relatives.

When it was spread outside, she thought that Princess Mu Ning intended to win the left.

Jianmu Qingchen could figure it out.

"Zuo Xiang won't agree." Mu Qingchen held her shoulders and pressed her to sit down, "What you think of, Zuo Xiang can also think of it."

"The old antique has vowed never to form gangs since he entered the dynasty and became an official. He has always remained neutral and has gained a lot of good reputation."

If the small sugar alcohol is really collected, wouldn't it ruin the reputation?

Chang Shu couldn't understand the medicine in her gourd, and said anxiously, "Don't buy Guanzi, just say it."

Mu Qingchen once again suspected that the stupidity of Little Sugar Alcohol was left to Chang Shu: "The words of worshipping a kiss are for the third wife. Her dead son is a Lord, so we will send Little Sugar Alcohol to repair her wounds. If she likes it, Little Sugar Alcohol will have an excuse to move around her house more in the future."

She paused for a moment: "Of course, provided that the sugar alcohol is willing to move more."

So Zuo Xiang's mansion must have something to attract her-a playmate.

There is nothing lacking in the princess's mansion, but Little Sugar Alcohol can't be a playmate.

Chang Shu thinks about it, that's the same reason.

The people in the house who can play with Xiaotang are all minions, and they are careful to let her everywhere, which has encouraged her domineering temperament.

If there is an equal status playmate, maybe the temperament can be changed.

The so-called playmate, of course, refers to Zuo Yue'an.

In order to make Xiao Sugar Alcohol successfully arouse her idea, Mu Qingchen can be regarded as racking his brains. However, the love experience is poor and he is not good at pleasing Zijun. No, it should be said that she has never been in love in her life. With Chang Shu's favor, and silly being selected as the husband, and directly becoming a married person, how can I have the opportunity to experience the ignorant feelings...

It feels sad and sad to think of it.

Therefore, it is necessary to ask Her Royal Highness Princess to go out.

In her words: "Zijun knows Zijun best, and this palace is one of the best."

After a fierce and unsatisfactory discussion, Chang Shu decided to let Little Sugar Alcohol and Zuo Yuean have a "destined meeting for thousands of miles".

As for the location... it must be old-fashioned and elegant.

Do you think Xu Xian and Bai Sangzi met at Broken Bridge? Didn't Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai worship in Caoting? Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian are not...

Don't talk about the latter.

In a word, the place of encounter must be romantic, beautiful, and lingering.

Hearing this, Mu Qingchen couldn't help recalling the past, thinking of the first encounter with Chang Shu.

It was a dark and windy night for a month, the woods were dark, and she couldn't see her fingers. She mistook Chang Shu for a wild boar... and beaten it like crazy...

Xu Shi had a good heart, and Chang Shu seemed to think of this thing too, and glanced at Mu Qingchen slowly.

The expression is unspeakable strange.

"Huh, why don't there be romantic, beautiful and lingering encounters in this palace," Chang Shu turned around with anger, "I blame you."

This is after the fall?

Mu Qingchen picked up his fingers and counted. It was nine years ago, and the princess's reaction was slow enough.

After waiting for a long while, he didn't see Mu Qingchen coming to coax herself. Chang Shu couldn't bear to look back, and then quickly retracted her eyes, leaving the back of her head to Mu Qingchen again, as if to say again, this palace showed great compassion for you. A chance to apologize.

Mu Qingchen carried Mu Qingchen on his shoulders with the next snap of his peacock-like shape.

"Yeah! Do what you do, let me go down quickly."

Mu Qingchen obeyed her orders and threw her into the Luohan couch, holding her wrists so that she could not move.

You can imagine what will happen next.

Niujuhua, who was guarding the door, hurriedly closed the door.

Chang Shu expressed disappointment to him.

"Don't proclaim lewdness in daylight."

Her hair was loose, panting, and her cheeks were flushed from struggling.

It should be as fragile as it is, like an invitation to "May you pick more".

Mu Qingchen nodded her lips: "Duplicate, little naughty."

Chang Shu:...

After the cloud and rain ended, the location of the encounter has been selected-the ancient temple of Lishan.

The reason is that "Broken Bridge, Caoting, and Ancient Temple" belong to a series, and the charm is quite consistent. And the third wife had taken Zuo Yue'an to go, so the arrangement was similar to picking up ready-made products.

Before departure, in order to show the grandeur of today, Chang Shu promised to the little sugar alcohol that you will behave well, and when you come back, your mother will sell a bamboo candied haws.

Xiao Tantan looked hopeful and asked, "Can you buy another cricket pot? I have caught many more insects."

Chang Shu suddenly remembered the three hundred taels of silver that had been spent for no reason, and looked at her with "you're a prodigal thing".

"Okay," Little Sugar Alcohol shrugged, "I use it, the wine jar, and the same."

Chang Shu: How good it is for you to have this kind of consciousness.

Zuo Yuean came to Lishan with her mother again. As before, her mother went to the backyard meditation house to chant while she stopped and walked around with her maidservants.

But her favorite place to go is the second yard.

There is an albizia tree planted there, which is in July, it is the flowering period, with layers of pink flower barriers layered on top of each other, and then carefully lined by green leaves, it looks very delicate and beautiful, even the bright sunlight is compared to it.

I don't know when there is a horrible villain under the tree, like a plump dwarf radish, looking up at the tree like her.

Look familiar, have you seen it somewhere?

I remembered that I scared her with a caterpillar not long ago.

Zuo Yue frowned, turned around to leave, but saw that Dwarf Turnip took a step ahead of her, struggling to step into the front hall, standing motionless in front of the Buddha statue for a long time.

It is pious, Zuo Yue said with peace of mind.

Then I saw the short radish paddling its feet, reaching out to hook the offerings in front of the Buddha statue.

Zuo Yuean:...

Mu Qingchen and Chang Shu, who were hiding in the pavilion on the opposite side, peeked at them.

It's okay to stay under the tree.

They disliked each other: "Loving mothers often lose children."

Finally, give each other a look of contempt.

Fortunately, God is pitying, the development of the situation has turned for the better-Zuo Yuean followed in a ghostly spirit.

At that time, Xiao Sugar Alcohol was peeling bananas, how awkward and awkward his movements were. Yu Guang found that Zuo Yuean came to her side, thinking that she was caught, and hid the banana behind her angrily, and said aggrieved: "I'm hungry ."

Zuo Yuean remained silent, and waited a moment before extending his hand to her.

Little Sugar Alcohol lowered his head and squashed lips, unwilling to hand over the stolen goods: "Eat one, a little bit."

Although the offerings included apples and peaches, but... her mouth was still weak and she was struggling to gnaw.

"Bring it."

Xiao Tang felt that this sister was very scary, she was still taller than her, and she was afraid that she would suffer if she did it.

He reluctantly handed over the bananas.

But seeing Zuo Yuean peeling off the peel neatly, revealing the white, yellow and yellow flesh, and handed it to her again.

"Here, eat."

Little Sugar Alcohol was salivating, swallowing, and asked timidly: "For me?"

Zuo Yuean smiled faintly.

At this moment, Little Sugar Alcohol was stunned, and a subtle feeling spread across her chest, warm and caring, just like she caught ten grasshoppers last night, joyful and pleasantly surprised.

My sister is so nice.

Much gentler than my mother.

She stood on tiptoe again, took another banana and stuffed it into Zuo Yue'an's hand.

He smiled droolingly, his eyes resembling two slender crescents: "Miss Sister, this is, see exemption."

Zuo Yue let out a sigh of relief: He has made progress, and finally stopped sending caterpillars.

Chang Shu, who witnessed the previous process, had red eyes: "It's so romantic and warm."

Mu Qingchen embraced her sweetly, with a shallow breath in her ears: "Want to eat it? I'll steal one for you."

Chang Shu:...