Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 272
Lian Qingcheng only laughed at Baili Yaoyue's excuse, which was really ridiculous, but he didn't try to expose her, "It's such a trivial matter, why invite Yueyue to spend so much money, it's really outrageous."

"So Qingcheng agreed?" Baili Yaoyue was overjoyed, and his excitement could not be expressed in words, "Then Yaoyue will thank Qingcheng here first, and by the way, it happens that Qingcheng can also go to relax together, for this The son of Prince Ji's Mansion prays for safety."

As Baili Yaoyue said, he stood up, as if he was afraid that Lian Qingcheng would refuse, and hurriedly added: "That's it, Qingcheng can't go back on his word, the date, let's set it in three days, okay?"

Lian Qingcheng nodded with a slight smile, and said: "Yueyue's kindness is hard to refuse, if there is any reason for Qingcheng to refuse, it will be three days later."

Before Baili Yaoyue turned around, the smile was sweet like a child who got his wish, but after turning around, the smile gradually sank, replaced by a touch of ridicule.

When it comes to dealing with women, this woman is the easiest to do what she likes, the emperor won't let her do it, but every time he sees the prince and Lian Qingcheng grinding each other, Baili Yaoyue's heart hurts like a cat's claws.

All the people left, and Lian Qingcheng didn't have the desire to sit down, so she didn't leave until she called the maid to collect all the teacups.

"Princess, your phoenix hairpin." The little maid who cleaned up the stone table softly called out to Lian Qingcheng.

Lian Qingcheng turned around, looked at the flying phoenix hairpin in the hand of the maidservant, and said casually: "Go find a goldsmith and ask him to melt this hairpin, and I will give you some of the gold that has been melted."

All the maidservants were overjoyed, and thanked her a thousand times, "Thank you, Wangfei, thank you, Wangfei."

Lian Qingcheng smiled lightly. Eight out of ten things sent by Baili Yaoyue were either burned or given away by Lian Qingcheng, and the sending of the flying phoenix hairpin this time must have a great relationship with this trip to the small mountain temple. connect.

In fact, Lian Qingcheng doesn't have to follow Baili to invite the moon like this, but it is still not safe for such a person to stay in Jiwang's mansion all the time, not to mention that he makes moves with great interest, how could Lian Qingcheng not be happy to take over? reason.

The small mountain temple is actually in the northwest of Luoyingpo. The temple is not as majestic and magnificent as other temples, nor is it crowded with monks like other places. There is only one monk Jiezhi in this temple.

Lian Qingcheng and Baili invited Yue to the gate of the monastery. When they got off the sedan chair, the monk Jie Chi was still sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the gate.

"Master." Lian Qingcheng said respectfully after making a Buddhist ceremony.

Monk Jiezhi returned the salute, "Amitabha." After speaking, he swept up the fallen leaves on the ground again.

Lian Qingcheng didn't care about these things, but looked around carefully. She remembered that in the past, no matter how ordinary the small temple was, there would be more or less people coming to visit the Buddha, but today it was strange, except for them and them. The person who brought it turned out to be empty.

This kind of weird scene is undoubtedly not telling Lian Qingcheng that there must be something tricky in it.

Baili Yaoyue stepped on lotus steps, twisted her slender waist, walked to Lian Qingcheng's side, and said, "Qingcheng, I accidentally lost Peijue on the way here, why don't you go into the temple, I'll go back and look for it the same way." Find it, be back soon."

"The mountain road is not easy to walk, go early and return early." Lian Qingcheng nodded and told Baili Yaoyue to say.

"Don't worry, we won't go too far." Baili Yaoyue replied while getting into the sedan chair.

The scenery of the small temple in the mountain is still very good. Standing on a high place and looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery on Luoying Slope. Not only that, but the place that is like a fairyland is covered with a layer of faint clouds , like a dream.

The air is full of the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms, coupled with the clear mountain breeze, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. The incense in the temple is not as strong as other places, and the thin fragrance is even more likable.

With nothing else to do, Lian Qingcheng planned to take a walk in the temple, but before taking a few steps, he was blocked by the monk Jie Chi.

"Benefactor, if you don't dislike it, the poor monk will lead the way for the benefactor, okay?"

Lian Qingcheng smiled and said, "Please trouble Master."

The small temple in the mountain was not very big, and the monk Jiechi was familiar with the way here, so he walked to the door of the scripture room after a while.

"The poor monk sees that the face of the benefactor is predestined with the Buddha, so why not stay in this scripture room for a while to study and understand others, and I don't know what the benefactor will do?"

Before Lian Qingcheng agreed, Monk Jiechi had already opened the door of the scripture room, "Benefactor, please."

Lian Qingcheng raised his foot, put it back again, turned around and asked Monk Jie Chi: "Master, isn't he afraid of offending anyone?"

"Amitabha," Monk Jiezhi recited a Buddha's name, and said, "The poor monk has escaped into Buddhism. He only knows how to save someone's life, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Donors can read the scriptures in the scripture room at will. It's getting late. The monk still has things to do, so don’t bother me.”

"Thank you, master." Lian Qingcheng blessed her body slightly, and then entered the scripture room.

Incense was also burned in the scripture room, but it was not the pungent Tibetan incense. Lian Qingcheng casually picked up a scripture book, flipped through it and then put it down again, thinking about every move of the monk Jiezhi.

As the saying goes, monks are merciful, and monk Jiezhi is no exception. He should know something, so he brought himself to this scripture room.

But by hiding like this, can the matter be resolved?I'm afraid not at all.

After a while, the door of the sutra room was opened again, and monk Jie Chi came in holding a cup of tea, "Benefactor, this tea is not harmful to the body, so don't worry."

There was no one around, Lian Qingcheng took the tea and said with a smile: "Master is helping Qingcheng like this, and Qingcheng is really flattered, but as the saying goes, all living beings are equal, the master favors Qingcheng like this, which makes Qingcheng a little suspicious."

Monk Jie Chi didn't intend to sit down, and kept a distance from Lian Qingcheng, "It seems that the Ji benefactor is right. The benefactor is extremely intelligent, but it is not good to be too suspicious."

"You know the prince?" Lian Qingcheng, who was lowering his head to smell the tea, raised his head instantly, and looked at Monk Jie Chi with an incredulous expression.

Does Jiezhi monk know Jili?But why have I never heard Ji Li mention it?
"Blesser Ji has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and his understanding of Buddhism is beyond the reach of poor monks." Monk Jiezhi said while twisting the beads, his voice was always unhurried.

Even though what Monk Jie Chi said sounded good, Lian Qingcheng's vigilance still did not dare to let go, "I don't know how the master and the prince met?"

I only heard Monk Jie Chi say: "At that time, Ji Ji was still young, and was brought to the small temple by a woman dressed in noble clothes, and the poor monk took care of Ji Ji's daily life, but the woman did not come as promised. Picking up Ji Ji, Ji Ji was taken away by a group of guards from the imperial city, and when we met Ji Ji, he had already become a well-known major general."

While speaking, Monk Jie Chi glanced at Lian Qingcheng's face for a while, and finally seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, your appearance, benefactor, is somewhat different from that woman's appearance. It's similar."

(End of this chapter)