Ninety-second bowl of soup (9)

In broad daylight and in the public, the two of them say you and me, and they are very familiar with every word when they are taken apart, but when they are put together, people don't know why.

Why should Master Yunhai be so humble to a girl or a girl raised in the country? Even if he met the emperor, he wouldn't be like that. Why did the Qijia girl give you a bite, and the other party just put his hands together in return, but he didn't dare to bear it?

What is the origin of this Qi family girl?

Not to mention the empress and the officials, even the Qi Keqiche brothers and the Zhao family didn't know what was going on. They only know that Master Yunhai once said that Qinghuan’s fate is noble, and they must treat them with respect and kindness. But how can Master Yunhai, a highly respected monk, look like this after seeing her?

Regarding Qing Huan's words, Master Yunhai was silent for a few seconds and said: "...Little monk is stupid, please mention something."

Qing Huan stood up from the ground and still smiled in response: "You did it because I allowed you to do it, otherwise you think?"

"you……"

"My name is Qinghuan."

"So, you really are--" Master Yunhai looked surprised, "The little monk always thought that this was just a legend."

"I want to know something and need you to tell me in person." Qing Huan stared at Master Yunhai, "Give me your secret."

"Yes." Master Yunhai bowed deeply again, "This is your request, it is also the order of that person, and it is also the responsibility of the little monk. Please go with the little monk. The little monk will definitely tell the matter."

Qing Huan nodded, Master Yun Hai respectfully guided her, and within two steps Qing Huan stopped suddenly and said to Master Yun Hai, "That person, give her a face."

Refers to Yu Sisi.

Master Yunhai took a look and said, "The cheekbones are raised, the Yintang is sunken, and I am not a beloved, and I am lonely all my life."

It's not the same as what Qinghuan said before! Master Yunhai rarely meets people, but once he meets, he will never make a mistake. When Yu Sisi heard it, she almost fainted when she was irritated, and she couldn't say a word. Even the others have a surprised expression. When...Master Yunhai's face, such a hard-to-find thing, turned out to be a casual request of a young girl? Then, what do they count as those who squeezed their heads and begged to see the master?

"Qinghuan!"

Hearing a screaming cry, Qing Huan looked back, and Zhao's eyes were already full of tears: "Don't go...Don't leave your mother...Don't go... Mother has been thinking about you for a long time, if you leave, mother What to do?"

The Qi Keqiche brothers supported her separately. If it weren't for the two brothers, Zhao would have rushed forward to hold Qinghuan from letting her go. Everyone stared at this scene with dumbfounded eyes, who can make Master Yunhai respectful. This girl is the first one, so who is she? Why is she here? What on earth is she...? Everyone wants to know these questions, but it is a pity that no one dares to ask, nor can they ask. I only know that even Master Yunhai must awe, for them, they are probably gods and Buddhas.

Master Yunhai was over a hundred years old and devoted himself to the Buddha. Everyone said that he was an eminent monk who had attained Taoism, and that he would surely be able to cultivate the right fruit in the future. The emperor respected him very much when he saw him. However, today he claims to be a little monk to a young girl, which is really puzzling. I only knew that when I looked at Qinghuan again, no one dared to take it contemptuously.

"Miss Qi..." The prince stepped forward involuntarily, "Where are you going?"

"His Royal Highness, you and I have no chance."

She said lightly.

Master Yunhai sighed slightly: "Everyone believes in ghosts and gods, but the gods appear in the world, but they don't know, is it funny? Is it pitiful?"

After speaking, Qinghuan and Qinghuan turned into a ray of light and disappeared in front of everyone.

It's just like when it came, floating in and out, leaving no trace.

The Zhao cried and cried, and the others were stunned on the spot. I don’t know who said: "The gods descended from the earth! Are the gods descended from the earth?!"

Even the emperor didn't even feel his knees softened by kneeling up to the sky. Now think about it, that girl is full of celestial spirit, exalted, no wonder... She just wanted to cheat in front of the gods... Thinking of this, the emperor's face quietly turned red, and I hope the great **** will not blame, don't blame it!

Qing Huan took the old monk to a mountain with a beautiful view, and the two of them sat on the ground. Then she asked, "Now you can talk. Tell me earlier. I have to go back."

"Yes." Master Yunhai replied, "You should see that the little monk has passed away for a long time..."

"I know. It is said that Master Yunhai will live a hundred years old, but it should be more than one hundred years old this year, plus you haven't shown up in recent years, and only took the initiative to meet people from the Guogong Mansion a few days before the Baihua Banquet. It's dead, and the one who stays in the world can't take a breath. If you swallow this breath, it's really dead."

Master Yunhai sighed softly: "The little monk is no longer a human being in this world. The reason why he took a sigh of relief is because the responsibility is still pending. The little monk has long known that one day you will show up and ask the little monk for an answer to a question."

Qinghuan looked into the distance. They were sitting on the top of the mountain, surrounded by gentle wind. Because the peak was too high, at a glance, the villages and towns under the mountain were as small as ants. And the clouds are lingering between the peaks, and being in it is like being in a fairyland. "Everyone in the world wants to live forever, do you think?"

"The little monk is also a mortal, so naturally he wants to." Master Yunhai laughed. "It's just life and death. If you must die, the little monk won't force it."

"But there are always people who demand it."

"The one... found the method of longevity, but he didn't live forever. Because he knew that after you left, longevity is nothing but a long pain." Master Yunhai said the Buddha's name, "Little monk is not talented, he can only hold an inch. Heart, now that you have come to this world, you will return this thing to you."

As he said, he took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, took off the darkest one, and handed it to Qinghuan.

"This is the little monk who passed on from the monks of this temple, waiting to be returned to you one day."

Qinghuan took the Buddha beads, a small one, round and fragrant, she held it in her palm and played with it for a while, her expression did not change much, "Since the things have been handed over to me, you can go."

Master Yunhai folded his hands together, slowly lowered his head, and didn't move anymore.

Qing Huan spread her palms and looked at it for a moment. The buddha beads could not speak or move, they only perched quietly in her palm, and occasionally whirled in her palm when the wind blew. Her thoughts suddenly flew far, far away. Sometimes she felt that she was too old, and she couldn't remember the things she had experienced. It's as if she never understood why those ghosts in Wangchuanhe who had lost their minds and struggled endlessly, refused to let go.

If you let go, you are a new life.

Why not let it go?

Qing Huan sighed and seemed to be talking to the wind: "If this is your wish."

Then, she disappeared into the gale.

Master Yunhai is a high-ranking monk in Guoan Temple. He should have passed away long ago at the age of a hundred, but he has survived until now. If Qinghuan does not appear, he will still wait. According to numerology, in the world, there is destiny, and the person who predicts that she will appear when Yunhai is alive, Yunhai will not dare to die. He took the buddha beads and waited quietly in the Zen room, because his body could not support the long journey, and could not go to the place where she appeared to find her, so he could only wait for her to meet in Beijing.

Now that he has completed the task passed down by the senior monks of Guoan Temple, the last breath he swallows is also satisfied.

Qinghuan sent the relics that had been transformed after the sea of ​​clouds passed away back to Guoan Temple, and the monks would naturally be enshrined. Before leaving here, she still needs to see Zhao's.

Zhao thought that her daughter would never come back, so after returning from the palace, he wept in Qinghuan's boudoir, holding the longevity lock for his daughter in his hand, and dripping tears wet the clothes.

"Mother, what's wrong, do you cry secretly when I am away?"

Hearing this familiar voice, it turned out to be a world away. Zhao clan raised her head obsessively, seeing Qing Huan smiling at herself in her tears, she couldn't believe it was true, so she didn't even dare to blink her eyes. "My son..."

Qing Huan shook her hand, "Don't cry, it made you cry, don't outsiders want to say that I'm not filial?"

The Zhao shook his head desperately, and asked bluntly: "Is my son a god?"

Qinghuan chuckles: "No."

"That's good, that's good..." Zhao didn't have the Zhao family when everyone bowed down. She didn't believe that the daughter she had found was a god. What does immortal mean? Immortals mean nothing to do with mortals, and no emotions or desires.

But Qinghuan's next sentence made her feel sad for an instant: "But I still have to leave here. I am very happy to be with you for a few days."

Zhao grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go...Don't leave your mother..." She knew that Qinghuan was not her biological daughter in reason, but emotionally, she had all been pinned on Qinghuan. For Zhao Qinghuan is her daughter.

Qing Huan said softly: "Some memories, of course, are happy, but they can be sad if they exist for a long time. Rather than being irretrievable, it is better to forget them, don't you think?"

Seeing Zhao's face blank, she knew that the other party was incomprehensible, so she didn't say any more, just smiled and tapped between Zhao's eyebrows-her daughter is dead, but her husband and son are still alive. Once blindly immersed in the pain of loss, Zhao will never be happy.

No one remembers that a fairy appeared at the Baihua Banquet, just like no one remembers that there was a big girl in the Guogong Mansion. They only knew that Qi Mei, the big girl in the Guogong Mansion, had her hair lost and her scalp was rotten because of an illness. The ancestors decided to send it to the family temple. Later, Dafang's eldest son, Qi Ke, had a good relationship with the new emperor, and he passed the other two rooms and attacked the king. The girl from the Prime Minister’s Mansion married a young talent, and after a couple of years of harmony, but after the death of the prime minister, her husband welcomed a concubine from one room to another. The child she was pregnant with finally disappeared. , So surviving, lonely and lonely.

It was precisely the assertion.