Ziyan's name was taken when the old lady bought her in.
She couldn't remember the original name very well, and her father didn't care to call her, so she sold her to her son after a few sounds.
When the son was about to sell her into the goulan, she happened to be favored by the housekeeper from the Qi family, so he brought her to the old lady.
"In the future, you have to serve your son well, you have to remember that you are just a slave and a maid, and you must not have any other thoughts."
"Yes, slave and maid obey."
At a young age, he followed the cold son to Fuyuan Temple, and Ziyan was somewhat timid.
She stood by the mountain spring, not knowing how to swing her hand until she saw the little monk.
The little monk has red lips and white teeth, and his appearance is handsome, which is not the same as the child's good-looking.
Childe always seems to have cold frost on his body, but the little monk is the opposite, he laughs very softly, and he has no temper at all.
"My name is Mingkong, and Master called me to take care of you."
"What about you, what's your name?"
He turned his head to look at her, Ziyan seemed to be carrying a deer in his heart, and secretly glanced at it, and the sunlight shone on half of the little monk's face, plated with a layer of golden warm light. ...
Taking care of Childe is not manual work, and although Childe is silent, it is actually not bad for her.
So she has always done her best, for fear that one day, the Qi family will sell her, she doesn't want to go to the place called Goolan, which is a woman's human purgatory, she feels terrible just thinking about it.
Seriously being a slave and maid, only when she saw the little monk did Ziyan feel that she was an ordinary person.
He said that all beings are equal, and she thought, that she must be included in her life.
After a few months in the temple, life was going well, and she found that she didn't know why she liked to follow the little monk very much.
It's a pity that she can't do it today, she has to go down the mountain to get the tonic from the housekeeper.
The mountain road was slippery, she accidentally fell, the medicine rolled down from the side, she was in a hurry to fish, who knew that she didn't catch it, but her ankle was twisted to a swollen old height.
The emotion was sudden, mixed with grievances and forbearance all along, Ziyan's eyes were red, and he sat straight on the ground, stiff and motionless.
She's never been cared for, and no one will come looking for her now.
Suddenly, there was the sound of clogs and footsteps from the stone steps up and down, and Ziyan didn't have time to wipe away his tears, so he looked up in a daze, and it was the little monk who came anxiously.
When she was held in the arms of the little monk, she thought that she would be good to him for the rest of her life. *** Unconsciously, Ziyan stayed in the temple for two years, and since that time she told the little monk that she didn't want to have sex, for some reason, she felt that he ignored her.
He didn't allow her to call him brother again, so she changed her name to call him Master Mingkong.
Only by listening to him read Buddhist scriptures can she look at him unscrupulously.
But why hasn't he come to recite the scriptures today?
Ziyan was a little worried, and heard Master Mingjing say that Mingkong was going to the cliff in the forest today to spend time for the birds, but he had always gotten up early, so why hadn't he come back yet.
After a few thoughts, she couldn't help but go out to find him, with anxious emotions, she still shouted that it was the empty brother.
Finally found his figure leaning on the middle of the road between the lush trees, Ziyan didn't dare to look at it carefully, but now looking at the past, the little monk has really grown a lot taller.
He was dripping with cold sweat, there was dirty blood on his ankles, and Ziyan was a country girl, and he knew that he had been bitten by a poisonous snake when he looked at him.
The little monk looked at her in a daze, she turned her heart sideways, lowered her head and sucked out the remaining poison.
Carefully placing him on the stone, she touched his forehead, which was so hot that she would burn her brain if she waited for someone to come.
Ziyan gritted her teeth and tied the corners of her clothes and trousers, turned around and picked up the little monk.
However, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and she is a woman, although she has a lot of strength because of her state of mind, but it is always easy to slip on the road, and finally she has to take off her shoes and socks and lift them around her waist , barefoot.
The gravel pierced into the flesh, the painful purple smoke staggered, the person on her back accidentally moved lightly, the cold lips happened to stick to her neck, and the purple smoke almost couldn't stand steadily.
Her face was crimson, and her strength was much greater, and she quickened her pace until she saw the temple gate.
"Brother Mingkong, we're here!"
Mingkong woke up slowly, feeling a flower in front of him, he had a headache and brain fever, but where is this.
It's late autumn, but now it's lush green and breezy everywhere.
The strangest thing was that he found himself standing at the door of the temple.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Master Mingkong, I forgot to call it for a while."
A familiar voice struck, and there was a muffled thunder in Mingkong's mind, he turned his head sideways, and his voice trembled in disbelief, "Purple smoke?
” "Huh?"
Ziyan pursed her lips and looked at him, what's wrong with the little monk, she was so surprised to see her.
Xinchen raised his hand slightly and stroked the horn of her jaw, and this action shocked Ziyan stood in place, "Ming, Master Mingkong, what's wrong with you?"
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” The monk's lips slowly curled, but a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.
He withdrew his hand and put his palms together, "My Buddha, compassion." ” Ziyan's face flushed and retreated, and he hurriedly said for some reason: "Master Mingkong, are you unwell?"
” Xinchen shook his head, the gentle look on his face seemed to be put away in an instant, and when he looked at her again, his eyes had no other emotions, "Donor, there is no woman in the temple, you should go down the mountain." ” "Huh....?"
The six gods of purple smoke have no owner, she doesn't know what happened, she obviously just moved Mingkong back.
Xinchen didn't continue to pay attention to her, he pushed away the woman's hand on his arm and walked towards the temple gate.
There was a faint cry at the gate of the mountain, and Mingjing, who rushed to pick up Xinchen, frowned and spoke, "Little junior brother, why is the purple smoke donor outside the door crying, you ..... with this woman" Xinchen interrupted with a faint eye, "Senior brother, the dust has been broken, let's send her down the mountain another day." ” “...
Good. ” *** Fuyuan Temple was going to be repaired, and when Ziyan received the news, he immediately moved his mind.
Xinchen never refused to see her, she could only ask Sijiu to help her bring some use, and always find a reason to save her relatives when the son went to Fuyuan Temple, where did she come from.
Childe is kind to her, but she prefers to stay by his wife's side to serve, it is ridiculous to say, she doesn't want to teach Xinchen to think that she serves an adult man, even if this man has absolutely no connection with her.
But in fact, how could Xinchen care.
Back in Yangzhou, she stood at the foot of Fushan Mountain, made two meals on time every day and sent them up, although Xinchen really didn't see her, but she was already very happy to learn from Xiao Shami's mouth that he had eaten.
Originally, she didn't just come to see him.
"Miss Purple Smoke, do you really want to build a small house here?
With all due respect, there are many wild things at the foot of this mountain, which is not suitable for you to live as a woman. ” "It's okay uncle, just build a small courtyard for me, I won't live for the time being, and I will have to wait for two years."
After Mrs.
Hou gave birth to a child and the Qi family stayed, she also repaid the kindness of the old lady who rescued her from the hook fence, and at that time, she wanted to live at the foot of this mountain.
It's quite strange, she vaguely feels that everything under this mountain is quite familiar.
"Why haven't you returned to Beijing yet?"
Ziyan turned around and smiled when he saw Xinchen, "Master Xinchen, are you going to the city to preach Buddha today?"
” Xinchen frowned and looked at the bamboo fence behind her, "This is ....."
"Well, I'm going to build a small courtyard."
"You, why do you have to have a home and not go home-" Xinchen stopped talking for a moment, and saw the lonely grave bag in his previous life in a trance...
Ziyan said with a smile: "I always feel that I have a fate here, so I want to live at the foot of the mountain to seek Buddhism, but the master will not allow this." ” Xinchen holds a bead in his hand Skewers, suppressed the emotions of the two lives, poured out at this moment, and the thin lips trembled slightly: "Why are you, always like this, half of your life is lost here." ” He only hopes that she will have a husband and children in the future, and live a smooth life, why should she be so stubborn.
Ziyan had her back on her back, so she didn't see Xinchen's unconcealed emotions, she said lightly, "There is no compensation, only here do I feel that I am really alive." ” She turned her head, with a burning smile on her face that Xinchen remembered, "Master Xinchen, after you say it, can I listen to your lectures." ” ...