My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 351

  Chapter 351 Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form!

  Reception room.

  No table, no chairs, no tea, only a few futons, neatly placed on the ground.

  Sandalwood is burning in the corner, and cigarettes are curling up.

  Two old monks were sitting opposite each other, talking.

  One of them is the thin and inexplicable elder; the other is the abbot of Jinchan Temple, Master Ningyuan.

  Master Ningyuan has white eyebrows and a thin body. It is said that he has lived for more than 500 years, but his face is still rosy and his spirit is hale and hearty.

   "Senior brother, you haven't seen a guest for more than ten years, right?"

   "Fifteen years."

   "How is your brother practicing?"

   "It seems to understand but not to understand, it seems to be realized but not realized."

"Hey, that young scholar wrote six Buddhist verses in a row today, which greatly shocked the younger brother. Especially the last two Bodhi verses shocked the younger brother's deafness and shocked the Buddha's heart, so I had to bother my brother, brother Mo Strange."

"If I blame you, why do I need to come out? Those two bodhi verses are indeed the treasures of this temple, and they are also the golden and stone words to spur us, and they are also the supreme Buddha treasures for my Buddhist disciples to practice. I really should come out and see this A little distinguished guest."

"Senior brother, he came here to save people. There is a woman beside him who looks weak in body and soul. From my perspective, her complexion should be a flower that has withered long ago, but for some reason, she has managed to last until now. But it seems that the It's not long since I've died, even if my senior brother makes a move, there's nothing I can do."

   "If I can save it, I will save it naturally. If I am powerless, I can only let her go."

   "Senior brother, the young man asked to see Master Wukong by name. I don't know where he heard the name. The old master has not been born for a hundred years, and he doesn't know what is going on now. It is hard for me to see him, let alone him."

"I haven't seen it for a hundred years. Since that distinguished guest has left so many treasures of Buddha's verses for our temple, naturally he can't let him go back empty-handed. Master Wukong must not let him see him. If people can't save , then we can only return some gifts.”

   "What gift do you plan to give in return?"

   "It depends on what he needs. The scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion in my temple can be read by him. The martial arts of the Bodhidharma Academy can also be taken away by him."

   "Amitabha, it should be so."

  The two chatted for a while.

  Hui Mingfang respectfully said at the door: "Master Abbot, Uncle Mo Ming, and Mr. Luo have brought them here."

   Inexplicably said: "Bring the distinguished guests in."

  The door of the room is pushed open.

   Huiming walked in with four people.

   Ning Yuan raised his head and looked towards the door, his eyes were shining with a deep light. When he saw the young man, he couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "What a restrained and graceful young man!"

  He clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly: "Mr. Luo, poor monk Ning Yuan, you are being polite."

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, walked closer, bowed his head slightly and said, "Master Ning Yuan, I'm very sorry to disturb you today. But my...sister, really has been ill for a long time, suffering for a long time, and there is no cure , That's why I came to trouble Master. I heard that there is an eminent monk Wukong in your temple, who has boundless supernatural powers, and may be able to heal my sister's illness. I wonder if I can do it conveniently?"

Ning Yuan let out a long sigh and said, "Young Master Luo, you are being polite. With the Buddhist verses that Young Master Luo left for Bi Temple, if Bi Temple can help you, I would never dare to refuse. It's just that Patriarch Wukong retreated back then, and he hasn't come out for a hundred years. I don't know where to go. This Reclining Buddha Mountain spans thousands of miles and has countless caves. We really can't find it, and there is really nothing we can do to help.”

  Paused, he said again: "Mr. Luo, can this female benefactor stretch out her left palm so that the poor monk can look at her palm?"

  Hearing the words, Luo Qingzhou quickly helped Miss Qin Er to come forward, spread her slender hands, and handed them over.

   Ning Yuan stared.

   After a while, he looked at her eyebrows and pupils again, and said softly, "Can I have a cough?"

  Qin Weimo gave two "cough cough" in a low voice, two touches of blood welled up on his pale cheeks.

   Ning Yuan frowned slightly, and looked at it for a while, then retracted his gaze, and sighed softly.

  Luo Qingzhou's heart sank, and he said, "Master, how is it?"

   Ning Yuan was silent for a while, and said: "Master Luo, can the poor monk talk to you alone?"

  Luo Qingzhou was about to agree, when the girl next to her said softly: "Master, there is no need to shy away from it. The little girl knows in her heart how the little girl is, so the master just speaks out."

  Ning Yuan hesitated for a moment, then looked at the boy in front of him.

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Master, please tell me, my sister can bear it."

  Ning Yuan sighed, and said: "The body and soul are weak, the internal organs are exhausted, and the disease is dying, and it is difficult to save."

  The meditation room suddenly fell silent.

  Miss Qin Er suddenly asked: "Master, can I get married now?"

  As soon as these words came out, several people all looked at her.

   Ning Yuan's snow-white eyebrows frowned slightly, and said: "If it's just worship, it's natural; but if you want a bridal chamber... Amitabha..."

  He lowered his head slightly and didn't say any more.

  Miss Qin Er was silent for a while, and said softly: "Thank you, Master."

   Then he turned to look at the young man beside him and said, "Brother-in-law, let's go."

Luo Qingzhou paused, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, handed it over, and said, "Master Ningyuan, this is a scripture called "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". To be precise, only Half of it. If the eminent monk Wukong of your monastery is willing to meet us, I can write all of it."

  Ning Yuan took it in his hand, sighed and said: "Master Luo, it's not that the poor monk is unwilling to help, it's really Master Wukong..."

  Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Master, we will come back tomorrow, so let's say goodbye."

   After finishing speaking, he helped Miss Qin Er and turned to leave.

  Ning Yuan got up quickly and said: "Master Luo, there are other rewards in the temple, waiting for the poor monk..."

   "Master, let's read the scriptures in your hand first. We are here this time only for medical treatment, not for anything else."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't stop, and helped Second Miss Qin go out.

   Huiming hurriedly followed the guests off.

  Ning Yuan watched the backs of several people go away, sighed, unfolded the rice paper in his hand, and looked down.

  The inexplicable elder on the side also came closer and stared.

   "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practicing deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

  Luo Qingzhou helped Second Miss Qin out of the backyard, joined the Qin family, and walked towards the outside of the temple together.

  Seeing that everyone was silent, Song Ruyue felt uneasy and couldn't help asking, "Qing Zhou, what did you say?"

  Luo Qingzhou didn't answer.

  Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and said softly: "Mother, it's okay."

  Bai Ling said: "Madam, we saw the abbot, but we didn't see that Master Wukong."

  Song Ruyue quickly asked: "Did the abbot help Weimo see a doctor? What did he say?"

  Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on his face, and said: "The abbot said that the second lady looks very good, so we don't have to worry about it."

  Song Ruyue looked at her suspiciously.

   "Jian Jia, tell me."

  She looked at her eldest daughter.

  Qin Jianjia was silent for a while, and said, "It's hard to save."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and their mood suddenly became heavy.

  Song Ruyue didn't speak any more.

   Huiming walked in front and sent them all the way to the gate. Fang bowed his head and saluted. Just as he was about to speak, a bell rang in the temple suddenly.

   Immediately:

"when-"

"when-"

"when-"

  The bells are rapid and continuous!

  Huiming's complexion changed drastically, and he ran back in a hurry, saying in a hurry: "All benefactors, go down the mountain quickly, there may be a big enemy invading the temple!"

  Qin Wenzheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Let's go!"

  Nangong Meijiao listened to the still ringing bell, frowned and said: "I heard from my father that if the Jinchan Temple is invaded by enemies, the bell will be struck ten times at most, and now it is more than ten times."

   "It is likely to be an enemy capable of destroying the temple!"

  At this time, other pilgrims rushed out of the temple, and ran down the mountain in panic.

  Luo Qingzhou suddenly saw a familiar figure.

   "Damn it! They didn't come to catch me, did they? Didn't I just steal some of their poems, and this poem is not theirs!"

That Prince Duan suddenly ran out of the temple with five guards. When he saw everyone in the Qin family, he was stunned for a moment. When he saw him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said happily: "That kid is here! Wang arrests her and takes her back to make Rui'er her husband!"

  The expressions of the members of the Qin family changed immediately, and they immediately protected Luo Qingzhou at the back, ready to fight.

  One of the female guards hurriedly whispered: "My lord, these people are not easy to mess with, we may not be able to beat them. And when I came out, the princess told me not to cause trouble."

Another male guard said in a low voice: "My lord, the woman in the purple dress is somewhat familiar, she seems to be the daughter of the Nanguo County palace, some time ago she was fighting with someone on the street, and she sprinkled lime everywhere, I have seen her before." .”

  Prince Duan was taken aback when he heard the words, and said, "Brother Thirteen's daughter? Why hasn't this king seen it?"

   Then he said: "Well, Brother Thirteen just returned to Beijing from the fiefdom last year. I went there a few times and didn't even see anyone else. Naturally, I don't know his daughter."

   Then he shouted to the girl in the purple skirt: "My niece, this king is your uncle. Who is that kid? Is he a relative or a servant of your family? Are you married? Can you let him marry me into my Prince Duan's residence?"

  Everyone in the Qin family stared angrily.

  Nangong Meijiao stepped out of the crowd, cupped her hands and said, "Uncle Shiba, he is the son-in-law of my aunt's family, and he has already been married."

  Prince Duan was disappointed when he heard it, and said embarrassingly: "Unlucky. Since he is my family, this king will forgive him for the crime of disrespect just now."

   After finishing speaking, he took the people and walked away.

After they walked away, Nangong Meijiao explained: "That man is the younger brother of the first emperor and his mother. He will not bully others, nor will he steal things from others. He stole those poems before, and he will pay for them at that time. Also, I heard from my father that there is only one daughter in his family, who should have just turned nine this year. age."

  Everyone in the Qin family turned their heads and looked at someone.

  At this moment, Huiming, who had just rushed back to the temple, suddenly ran out in a hurry, and shouted anxiously: "Mr. Luo! Mr. Luo, please stay! Abbot, please go back!"

   At this time, the bell of the bell tower was still ringing hurriedly.

  In the huge Buddha statue on Reclining Foshan, a figure suddenly opened his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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