The king is rich and young: My apprentice has been pitted again!

Chapter 281 Have you heard of Ziling?

Half-asleep and half-awake, the sweet dream is like a sickness... getting worse.

This time, the dream changed, changing time and space.

During the spring outing this year, the grandfather and grandson did not go too far from the old house, but just walked nearby. There is a temple on the mountain.

There is a temple on the mountain, but there are no old monks or young monks in the temple. In front of the dilapidated temple, there is a stone tablet, which has become dilapidated after years of wind and weather.

The breeze was coming, and the outing was pleasant, Rong Yao put his hands in his trouser pockets, letting his fine hair blow, the stone tablet came into his eyes, he remembered it inexplicably, and asked: "Grandpa, have you heard of Ziling? "

Rong Quan heard about it, and replied: "In the Tang Dynasty, there was a monk who copied scriptures for several years. Suddenly, one day, a woman appeared in the meditation room. She had a graceful figure, but her face was covered. The monk knew that it was a ghost, so he refused to accept it." I paid attention to it, but the woman remained haunted, and the monk did not answer her questions. Later, an eminent monk came to visit and lifted the veil of the woman. It turned out that the woman had no mouth."

In front of the dilapidated temple, telling such a story, if it is an ordinary person, even if it is an atheist, I am afraid that the back will be shady, and I will feel horrified.

Rong Yao was very calm, touched the remnant stele with one hand, wiped the dust on it, and continued: "It turns out that when the monk copied the scriptures, he forgot to write the word 'Da Ri Tathagata' and the word 'Ru'. ', there is only one female character."

Dainichi Tathagata has become, Dainichi Nvlai.

Rong Quan knew the story and didn't understand what Sun Tzu meant, so he couldn't help joking: "What did you do, kid? You want to become a monk, don't you? Let me remind you, the world has changed now. To be a monk requires a graduate degree. Is it possible?" Do you want to take one too?"

"No, no." Hearing this, Rong Yao was convinced from the bottom of his heart.In addition to serving small wood, he served veterans.

"Then what do you want to say?" Rong Quan was a little impatient. This kid is good at everything, but he often can't figure out his mind, which makes him very distressed as a grandfather.

"I just want to ask, tell me, is writing so magical?" Rong Yao asked.

"Maybe everything has spirituality, but who knows about this kind of thing." Rong Quan nodded and shook his head again.He doesn't really want to know whether the writing is so magical, he just wants to figure out his grandson's hidden thoughts.

Rong Yao erected the remnant stele, bent down to pick up the surrounding stones, piled them up, and stabilized them. He was not very skillful in every move, but he had an indescribable strange feeling.

Rong Quan was not frightened by the story of Zi Ling, but broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the scene in front of him. Why does he feel that his grandson is erecting a monument, not his own epitaph?

"Xiaoyao, don't be like this, modern medical technology is getting better and better..." Rong Quan wanted to comfort his grandson, but he couldn't continue.

Naturally, the Rong family is not short of money or people.However, no matter how advanced human medical technology is, it is impossible to cure all intractable diseases, and it is impossible to avoid birth, old age, illness and death.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I haven't reached the point of committing suicide yet." Rong Yao raised his resolute handsome face, smiling brighter than the spring sunshine.

"Xiao Mumu, have you heard of Ziling?"

At that time, he was thinking in his heart that if one day he was gone, she would be able to write him alive.

Even if he lived in the book, he would be content.

He only wished that, for her, this wasn't a scary story, let alone a sad one...

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　　Master, this part is a bit cruel, tomorrow I will write about the Christmas cosplay and stage play, there will be sadness and joy...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)