The Buddha Temple is not pure

Duan Shiqing was sitting on his side lying on the study mat, flipping through the mountain of instructions, page by page, word by word, carefully and calmly.

At the end of every fateful poem, there is a small "month" character, the font is beautiful, as if engraved, neat and unique.

The words are like a person, with such handwriting, it is hard to believe that the woman at that time and that place fought the long embankment alone, calculating all the secrets just to find an indefinite number, what kind of last resort is it, to be worthy of her actions ?

Eight or nine maidservants guarded outside, respectfully holding beam crowns, wedding dresses, crowns adorned with shining pearls, and clothes embroidered with golden unicorns.

Three hours had passed, the young master did not move, and no one dared to move outside the door.

Duan Cunxi stretched his neck to urge him, but was stopped by the maids: "No grandma, the young master said, don't let people disturb you."

"This is not nonsense, today is his big wedding, get up, don't stop me."

"Grandma." The girl knelt down and stood in front of Duan Cunxi. Duan Cunxi was about to scold her, but the door creaked open.

Duan Shiqing came out of the room, obviously not used to the sunlight outside, he squinted his eyes, covered his forehead with his hand, and asked, "What's the matter, aunt, in such a hurry?"

"What's the matter? I'm afraid you forgot what day it is today. You're going to propose marriage, remember?"

"Of course, but last night..."

Duan Cunxi said helplessly: "I know what happened last night, no one had a good night's sleep, Miss Ji just came down from Longshou Peak, it really takes a lot of effort to dress up, but today is the day, in case If there is no delay, you should get ready as soon as possible."

He smiled lightly and said, "Adornment is the second priority. It's mainly about today's drama at Ji's mansion... I'm afraid it will take some time to sing. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to go to propose marriage now."

"A play? What play?"

"That's... a big show." There was a playful look between his brows and eyes.

There was a lot of good drama last night, and it still hasn't ended today.

Zhu Mengzhen stayed in the empty attic, her silhouette was reflected in the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and she felt indescribably lonely.

She has a beautiful face with blue silk, a golden crown and a phoenix crown, and a long skirt with trailing tails is dragged outside the door. This is the wedding dress she tried and changed again and again. Wearing it on her body perfectly complements her exquisite figure. picky.

Unfortunately, no one appreciates it.

If the court was not there back then, overnight, she fell off the altar, fell into the dust, and was buried hard.

It's getting late, but the sound of gongs and drums can't be heard for a long time. Occasionally, there will be two or three crows perched on the eaves, startling her thoughts, and just now she remembered to ask Fu Ruo: "Is the fourth master here?"

Furuo Baba stood guard in the attic, leaning on the railing to look around, but there was no one there.

"Girl, you have asked more than 80 times, but fourth master didn't come."

After listening, the silence outside was as usual, the sun moved from east to south, and then from south to directly overhead, but there was still no one.

She got up and looked at the end of the street, her eyes were sour, her nose was sore: "If he really heard something, he should come and ask me, even if he is not wearing a red wedding dress, I don't care about it. I just hope that he can come to see me, but it's already half the time, and there is no one to inform me, he... won't come."

"Miss, the fourth master will come, he will definitely come. Everyone in the city knows how the fourth master treats the girl. Maybe it's because Mrs. Ji's tomb is difficult to repair, so it was delayed for a while, so I didn't have time to inform the girl. Don't think about it, girl."

Her sobbing sound seemed to come from her chest, it was stuffy and painful: "No, he really won't come."

"Girl, after today, you will be the fourth young mistress of the Ji family. You have to know the general situation. If Mrs. Ji's tomb has not been repaired, how can the fourth master marry a new person? This is a crime of unfilial piety. Wait a moment, Maybe fourth master is already on his way."

"The thing I feared the most happened, Furuo, the thing I feared the most happened, what should I do?"

Furuo helped her breathe, and when she saw the tears she was holding back, her eyes suddenly became wet, "Girl, don't worry, I will let the fourth master come to see you today no matter what, even if I crashed to death in front of Ji's house." , I will beg him to come and have a look at you, let's wait a little longer, shall we?"

Zhu Mengzhen couldn't listen to a word, and rubbed the red agate bracelet in his hand, a trace of remnant was like a wooden fish in front of the Buddha, finding stability in the chaos, it was in vain.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!" Downstairs were Mr. Zhu's disciples shouting, she looked back in a daze, her eyes were empty.

The disciples looked up at her, broke their voices, and even cried and shouted: "Senior sister, Master, he... died!"

A scream pierced the silence.

The red agate bracelet on her wrist snapped!

Beads of different shades bounced several times on the wooden boards under their feet, and fell down to the attic with noisiness. Unlike her tears, there was no sound.

At that moment, her heart seemed to stop suddenly, and she rushed downstairs with her trailing skirt, but she didn't have time to see her father for the last time.

The oil lamp beside the pillow was still shaking, and the old man walked very peacefully, without pain or struggle, and his brows were relaxed, as if he had just fallen asleep.

She probed the arteries in her neck, and there was indeed no movement. All the sadness and depression seemed to have found the pass of the embankment, and they rushed over in an instant. When she cried out, there were too many things that should be there , There shouldn't be a picture, she almost couldn't tell why she was crying.

The bedroom was dark, and those disciples knelt at their feet, not daring to leave for a moment. The sound of crying and mourning swayed outside the thick curtain, and the plaque of "Save the dying and heal the wounded" of Zhu's family came out.

I wish the old man a lifetime of prosperity, with peaches and plums all over the world, so many people should have come to see him off, but today, these disciples came to congratulate their senior sister on her wedding, and they still have wedding invitations stuffed in their cuffs.

"Why don't you take a break?" Zhu Minchen knelt down in panic, looked at the room full of disciples and Zhu Mengzhen, and seemed to blame him.

"Huanxi powder has been discontinued for three days." The young disciple who has been serving the old man said, "The rare medicine is hard to come by, and it is not easy to reconstitute. Master, he has been off the medicine for three days."

"It won't last long." Zhu Mengzhen's heart was ashamed, and his tone was like a ghost, "Huan Xi San can't cure the disease, it can't save lives, it can only drag on for a while, it's useless, it's useless."

Her five fingers clutched her heart tightly, and the pain in her breathing almost swallowed her bones.

For the first time, I feel that immortality is actually an endless torture.

Turning around, she raised her breath and asked tremblingly, "Is fourth master here?"

Furuo cried until the pear blossoms were raining, and shook her head desperately: "Girl, don't ask, please don't ask."

Today, the Ji family and the Duan family are both getting married, and the sound of blowing, blowing and beating should resound throughout the entire Eastern Capital, but right now, from the east to the north of the city, and from the north to the west of the city, there is no movement at all.

Ji's stage has already been erected, right in front of the banana tree that was split into two by lightning in the courtyard.

The actors had already put on their costumes and were fighting with each other in the background. Mr. Jin didn't come back, neither did Fourth Master. In the mansion, only the butler was in charge. He was as busy as a spinning top.

Second Master Qiao slept in the goods store last night. Since he took over Jishitang, he has been so busy that he has no means to spare. Fortunately, when he came here, he was well-dressed and decent, but after yawning for days, he was still haggard.

"Where's Quan Sheng?" He waved his hand, "What's the matter with this stage?"

"Second master?" Quan Sheng came over wiping his sweat, "Finally back to the master's house, the mansion is very busy, on the one hand preparing for the pre-marriage of the girl, on the other hand asking Zhang Luozhen to welcome the fourth master, but Master Jin has not yet Come back, there is no one to give advice."

"Where's Big Brother?"

"I went up the mountain last night, and I haven't come down yet."

"Where's the fourth one?"

"The fourth master also went up the mountain yesterday, but he was returning to Yunshan. He heard that the tomb of his wife had collapsed. He was afraid that it was an ominous omen, so the fourth master personally took people up to repair the tomb. , the banquet is still in place, he won't come back after he goes down the mountain, he just changed into a wedding dress and went to the Zhu family to welcome his relatives."

Second Master Qiao sneered: "What happened to the holy aunt, I don't know what the fourth brother is thinking now."

"If there are other orders, Fourth Master should send someone back to report earlier, but now there is no news of returning to Yunshan, and we don't know what to do."

Second Master Qiao had a cold expression on his face, his eyes were always bottomless, and he couldn't find an answer even if they were all raised on his face.

"You know the temper of the fourth child. Since he has no other orders, then everything will be done according to his previous instructions. The banquet will be arranged in an orderly manner, so as not to lose face. It's just that I don't understand the stage." He said. He glanced at the actor in red and green, who was rehearsing on the stage.

"This... Miss Yu ordered that the troupe be invited to sing a big show on the day of Fourth Master's wedding, that's why we built such a stage."

"Where do you sing?" Second Master Qiao frowned, unable to distinguish the names of their outfits.

"I heard that it's a newly rehearsed playbook. No audience has ever seen it before. The first scene was arranged in our Ji family's mansion. It's simply that the fourth master hasn't come back yet. Why don't you let them speak? The guests are waiting impatiently." gone."

Second Master Qiao turned his head and saw that the house was indeed full of guests, all of whom were dignitaries from the Eastern Capital, and he could not be neglected, so he waved his sleeves as a sign of agreement.

Several sons were troubled by other affairs, and Mr. Weng could only come out to entertain the guests by himself. He sat tremblingly on the high stool, his teeth were missing, but he was still smiling, and he didn't neglect anyone.

Second Master Qiao went over and quickly helped the old man down: "Father, why did you come out in person? I'm at the goods store. You just need someone to notify you."

"Let's not talk about Yin'er marrying a wife. Today, your sister is getting married, and you are so negligent. I think you are itchy, and you still want me to inform you? You don't have long legs, you should have come here long ago."

"Yes, yes, father taught me a lesson. I know I was wrong." He helped the old man to the high hall, and asked puzzledly, "It's strange, why hasn't the Duan family come to pick up the bride yet? Seeing that the time has passed."

"Hmph, if I don't come, I won't come. I still can't bear to part with my precious daughter!" The father became more and more confused. Before, he thought about marrying off his sister earlier, but when he got old, he realized that he only wanted to keep his family. By my side, although selfish, but also pitiful.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of gongs and drums sounded outside the door, and at the same time, the Hu Xian on the stage also rang, blowing outside the door and playing inside the door, it was very lively.

Duan Shiqing was dressed in a kirin brocade robe, sitting high on a horse with a red mane, with a faint smile on his lips, he looked into the door from a distance, but he still refused to enter.

Chasing the kite court, she couldn't escape the cleanliness, Xue Suilan was dressed in red, with a crown of emerald feathers and phoenixes on her head, lowered her eyebrows and raised her head, the azure golden silk emerald feathers trembled.

Her makeup today was thicker, with rouge dyed from the corners of her eyes to the tip of her brows, but she still couldn't hide the tiredness under her peerless beauty.

"Girl, Master Duan is here." Zi Kou lightly dipped the tip of the pen into her lips, and dabbed it on her lips. The whole makeup, like a finishing touch, restored Xue Suilan's fairy beauty, which was not stained at all. The secular fairy is envied by gods and others, but she said something with unclear meaning:

"It turns out that no matter how beautiful the face is, it will get tired after looking at it for a long time."

Ziko paused slightly, not knowing how to respond.

If other maids only praised the girl a few words, they would always feel hurt when they left the cabinet, but she put her heart into it:

"Whether you will get tired, it doesn't matter whether you are beautiful or ugly, if you really like it, you will never feel tired, like roses bloom every year, I look at it every year, the same color, the same bone, never change, I have never been tired." She took the girl's hand and held it in the palm of her hand, "In the past, I would have hoped that the girl would meet someone who truly liked you, who would treat you like the sun, the moon, mountains and rivers, and would never get tired of you, but now, I can only hope that Mr. Duan is That person will have a long life for the rest of his life, and he will live up to the girl."

Xue Suilan smiled: "I have met such a person before, but now she is not by my side or in front of my eyes."

"Who is he?"

Xue Suilan didn't answer, just looked at the sky from a distance.

The stars and the moon shone through the heaven and the earth with their shimmering light, and the wind and snow outlined the mountains and rivers with their shattered bodies. Looking up and down, who is not the scenery in the eyes of others?

"If he appears, will the girl be shaken?" Zi Kou observed his words and said, "Mr. Duan's sedan chair has already stopped outside the door."

"Will she come?" Asking this, Xue Suilan felt stupid, how could it be possible.

She smiled meaninglessly: "Don't worry, Duan Shiqing wants to watch a play, so let him go. Today, on and off the stage, all singing is the finale."

Zi Kou looked out the window, frowned and said: "The stage has already spoken, but Fourth Master hasn't come back yet, do you want to go to Zhu's house to inquire?"

"No need, if he wants to go, no one can stop him, if he doesn't go, even nine cows can't move him."

The huge mansion suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on the actors on the stage.

Outside the gate, apart from Duan Shiqing's welcoming team, the neighborhood was also crowded with spectators. The six alleys in the north of the city were bustling with people, and the Ji family's mansion was completely surrounded.

That stage, like a piece of sesame candy dropped to the ground, attracted thousands of ants.

"What is being sung on this stage? Today is the wedding of the fourth master, how can we arrange such a scene?"

"I'm familiar with this role, but... I've never heard of this play, have you signed up for it?"

"Reported, it seems to be called "Mengjueguan"."

Several guests shook their heads again and again.

And the drama sung on the stage did not disappoint them. The cyclist in neon clothes sang a few words in the cloud, and the audience didn't understand what was going on, but in the melodious and melodious, people seemed to understand something.

No one thought that the playbook that Xue Suilan gave them was exactly Cunsilu!

The memories she had given up, now not only have to pick up, but also let everyone accompany her to remember together.

The celestial guest in neon clothes separated the two attendants beside the Buddha seat with just a piece of oracle. The drama of reincarnation and reincarnation.

One after another, the stage was very lively, and the audience was so fascinated by it that they couldn't bear to blink.

Zi Kou leaned on the fence and counted with her fingers: "Girl, the calculation of marrying a dead wife in white is over, and the next step is to stumble into the fairy ditch, come and see."

She didn't move, but just followed the tone on the stage, and said tactfully: "Thunderbolt and anger cut twelve paths, good and evil, right and wrong will be repaid by the world!"

Even the words are written by her, so what's so good about it.

Just when everyone was immersed in the play, suddenly a fierce horse neighed, startling the Huqin that shook the sky.

The impenetrable human wall vacated a path in an instant, and the morning mallard came forward with its head held high, with a heroic posture, but the owner on its back was haggard like a ghost walking out of the dark night.