Village Girl Struggle

The golden autumn season is the season for outings.

The sky was blue, and the clouds floated leisurely, white as light snow.

Zhao Xi and Jiang Ying walked side by side, strolling in Tianlong Mountain outside Dingyuan City.

The Tianlong Mountain Range is towering and towering, stretching for dozens of miles, embracing Dingyuan City at the foot of the mountain, like a pearl in a shell.

The top of the mountain is blue and green, half hidden in the clouds and mist, if it is looming, while the mountain is covered with layers of autumn forest. The sun is shining from the east, and the treetops in the forest are illuminated with golden light, but it dyes the autumn forest. Colorful.

Ascending to the belly of the mountain, you can see that Dingyuan’s fortress is as square as a chessboard. You can see the streets are as neat as chess roads, the houses are neatly organized, but the pedestrians, carts and horses are as big as ants, coming and going. It's lively and bustling.

In a mountain in the belly of Tianlong Mountain, there are many maple trees growing all over the mountain.

In autumn, the maple is red like a fire, which dyes the entire valley red, and the edge of it is intertwined with the green trees of different shades, presenting a colorful and vivid autumn mountain view.

This maple forest outside Dingyuan City, Zhao Xi had been here several times for three years, but the scenery in front of him was the most beautiful...the maple leaves under the sun were extraordinarily bright and red.

The air surrounding the two of them is particularly refreshing and refreshing.

Jiang Ying wore a jade-colored men's robe, a bun on his head, fixed with an ivory hairpin, and a pair of ochre lambskin boots under his feet. He was simple and refreshing, with brilliant eyebrows and stars. , Looks really like a handsome young man.

And Zhao Xi next to him, wearing a stone* robe, a gold-lined hairpin on his head, and light black leather boots, would be considered taller among a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but compared to Jiang Ying. It's still a little bit short.

Zhao Xi glanced up at the top of Jiang Ying's head, feeling a little regretful.

I knew I should add a few more layers of cushions to my shoes before going out!

Jiang Ying didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing him aiming at the top of his head, he thought of the gift from Zhao Xituo's medical staff, the hairpin of agarwood.

"Xiaoxi has been able to do well in Dingyuan City these years. There are shops in the yard."

He had a way to earn money, and Zhao Mansion on the other end naturally couldn't handle Zhao Xi's concubine.

Zhao Xi's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of her lips. He wrote lightly, "It's just a small business."

Compared with Wei's firm, his shop is only enough to make ends meet.

If Wei Haoge is still there. Today's Wei's firm still doesn't know how to prosper.

Although it is not pleasing to see Wei Haoge, it is really shocking that Wei Haoge disappeared in the Jokhang Kingdom like that.

Stupefied and stunned, Zhao Xi would never mention Wei Haoge and related matters in front of Jiang Ying on such a beautiful autumn day.

Zhao Xi raised his eyes and pointed to the faintly red wall and green tile road on the mountainside. "Sister Ying, look, that is Pushan Temple."

"Pushan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. Its history is almost as long as that of Dingyuan City. According to the people of Dingyuan City, the Guanyin in this temple is the most effective. Sister Xiaoying, let's draw lots in front of the Guanyin seat later? "

Seeing the little boy's cheek powder was red, his apricot eyes gleamed with joy. Jiang Ying's mood also became lighter, and nodded in response, "Okay."

After a quarter of an hour, these two stood in front of the gate of Pushan Temple.

This Pushan Temple is small, even less than one-third of Baiyun Hall. The four halls at the front and back were built just by following the mountain.

Each hall is a few feet higher than the previous hall. It appears to be patchy and well laid out.

This temple is not as magnificent as the Baiyuntang, and it is full of the nobleness of the royal Taoist temple. Its bricks and woods are slightly old and vicissitudes, but they are ancient and elegant. The secluded charm that is carved out.

The incense of this Pushan Temple does not seem to be too vigorous. It is the season of autumn outing, and there are not many pilgrims coming to the temple. Jiang Ying only saw two or three groups of people when he entered the temple, and the total amount was less than 30. people.

Jiang Ying watched as he walked, wondering, "This temple looks a little aura, why is the incense not full?"

Zhao Xi smiled slightly, "There is also a temple on the west side of Tianlong Mountain, called Zhenbei Temple, but it was built during the dynasty. The emperor also came to worship Buddha, so the incense has been flourishing, making this Pushan Temple a little shameless. But this is also a good thing. The incense is too much, and the communication is disturbing and noisy. On the contrary, it is not like a Buddhist school. If the students of Qingfeng Academy want to climb high and see the Buddha and pray for God, they often come here. ."

The two of them walked ahead, and a group of entourage including Wei Niangzi and Wang Chougu Ding Bao followed after 40 to 50 steps, leaving them room to talk.

Zhao Xi talked eloquently, and then saw Jiang Ying's lips pursed with a smile, her eyes full of gazes at herself.

"Sister Xiaoying, don't you want to go to the Zhenbei Temple too, you can go tomorrow."

Although I didn't like the temple, if Xiaoying wanted to go, I could still bear it.

Jiang Ying shook his head, "Listening to you, the Zhenbei Temple is meaningless."

We haven't seen Zhao Xi for several years, and Jiang Ying plans to live in Dingyuan City for at least half a month, so she can be worthy of the fakes that Zhao Xi told him.

She just looked at Xiao Zhao Xi with her chest up and her head raised, and her expressions were flying in the conversation and laughter. It is already foreseeable that after four or five years, Zhao Xi will definitely be a good son, Xiao Zhaoxi, who has been apart for three or four years. Here, I grew up slowly.

Moreover, when we met this time, Zhao Xi's words and deeds were very mature...Of course, I had to skip the scene where this guy pulled Jiang Ying last night and did not let her go back to the room.

Zhao Xi rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "How about going fishing by the Qinglong River tomorrow?"

Seeing Jiang Ying pondering, thinking that Jiang Ying was unhappy, Zhao Xi lowered her eyelashes, pointed her fingers, and whispered, "My classmates, when Xiumu, I often go boating on the river with my family, fishing and enjoying the scenery..."

The handsome boy's lonely appearance hit a certain sister's heart in an instant.

Such a lovely young boy, who can be willing to refuse?

Jiang Ying smiled, "Okay, let's listen to Master Xiaoxi these days, just go wherever you want to go."

The smile on Zhao Xi's lips deepened, and she revealed her little white teeth as shiny as pearls, "Well, I must bring my sister to try all the delicious and fun things in Dingyuan City."

I've been listening to this young master these days, what about after a few days?

The little abacus in Zhao Xi's heart rattled.

It's best for Sister Ying to listen to me for the rest of my life and stay with me forever!

Out of the corner of her eye, she swept past Lady Wei and the guards, and Zhao Xi revised another sentence facing reality.

Uh, it’s not impossible for me to listen to sister Ying, as long as we can stay together for a long time...

Thinking of this, Zhao Xi pulled the corner of Jiang Ying's clothes and said, "Sister Ying, let's sign it!"

Jiang Ying was pulled into the second hall by Zhao Xi, but there was a tall statue of Guanyin enshrined in it.

The Guanyin statue is about three or four feet tall and is carved from Beiyong jade.

The statue of Guanyin with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, beautiful and graceful posture, with Zhu Ji on his forehead, earrings with Qibao earrings, and a collar with a jewel.

The two hands of Guanyin meet in front of the abdomen, apply the meditation seal and sit on the lotus platform. On both sides of the lotus platform are two virgin boys and girls about ten feet tall. Their faces are innocent*, eyebrows are crooked, and they look at each other. , As if playing and laughing.

In the corner of the hall's window, there is an old table. At the top of the table is a young monk who is working hard to copy the scriptures on the table. His face is almost buried in the book, so he can only see his blue light. Yoo on the top of the skull.

Hearing someone coming in, the monk still fought hard without raising his head.

Seeing that there was no one else in the hall, Zhao Xi stepped forward and called out.

"Little Master Puxian!"

The monk remained silent, his men kept on copying the scriptures.

Seeing that the monk ignored him, Zhao Xi didn't feel annoyed, but pulled Jiang Ying's sleeves to signal her to be in a hurry, with a smile on her face all the time, waiting for Fu Xian's response.

Sure enough, Samantabhadra had finished copying a page of the scriptures, then raised his head, glanced at the two of them, and stood up to give a salute.

"Zhao Xiao benefactor is polite, this benefactor is polite."

It turns out that this monk Samantabhadra was only in his early twenties, but he was born with big ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a loyal face.

Listening to the answers between the two, it seems that this monk Samantabhad recognized Zhao Xi.

"Master Puxian, we want to ask for a visa."

Samantabhadra nodded slightly, his voice low, "Good."

Zhao Xi pulled Jiang Ying on the incense stick in front of Guanyin, and squatted her head again.

Zhao Xi peeked over and saw Jiang Ying kneeling with herself, closing her eyes slightly, not knowing what she was praying for.

Zhao Xi thought in his heart, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, although my previous life, Zhao Xi, had been wandering for a few years, but afterwards he changed his evil spirits and became a buddhist. You can be regarded as a disciple of Pushan Temple. Please bless me.

Bless me to get what I want, and finally get married with Xiaoying.

It turned out that this Pushan Temple was the place where Zhao Xi had been ordained back then. Speaking of which, the former monk Fuxian was still Zhao Xi's senior. It's just that the former monk Samantabhadra made a vow to build a hundred Buddha statues. When Zhao Xi became a monk, Samantabhadra had already raised enough money to carve Buddha statues everywhere.

Of course, today's Samantabhadra's ambitions have not changed.

Seeing Jiang Ying and Zhao Xi both kowtowing their heads, Fu Xian presented two draws.

Zhao Xi held the lottery and shook it a few times, and a lottery fell out as expected.

Before I could see the verses above, I had already seen the three big red letters on the top.

Zhao Xi grinned broadly, and reached out to hold the sign in his hand.

But he turned his head and looked at Jiang Ying shaking the lottery.

Jiang Ying didn't believe in these gods in his previous life. Unfortunately, after the death of his soul, he had to believe it. At this time, he shook it cautiously. A sign finally slapped and fell on the blue brick. on the ground.