Chapter 1288.2

In early spring, the warm sun is just right.

Ji Yunshu opened the window curtain and looked out. A ray of light fell obliquely on her extremely exquisite face.

Beauty is illusory!

The wind swept one by one from the forest in the mountains and brushed his cheeks. It was very warm.

The ice and snow gradually melted, and nature gradually returned to its original shape.

Her gentle eyes looked at the dense woods in the distance, and her thoughts went away for a moment

The groom leaned over, looked back, smiled and asked, "girl, are you a Dalin?"

Hearing the speech, her eyes flashed gently, and she said "um" softly and asked, "how long does it take to get to Dalin capital?"

The groom estimated: "it's snowing time recently. The road is slippery. The carriage will go slower. If there's no accident, it should arrive in more than a month."

"Can you make it as fast as possible?"

"That's guaranteed, but girl, I'll send it to you after you pay the silver. Don't worry!"

She didn't say anything more. Her fingertips slowly left the curtain and looked down at the urn in her arms.

The eye color gradually sank down.

The carriage is also driving carefully

A month later.

It was a warm sunny day.

Early in the morning, a few bells sounded from a temple with high incense outside the capital.

In the woods, the aftersound echoed.

People who come here to pray for blessings come in an endless stream every day.

Almost as soon as the gate of the temple opened, someone came in.

For marriage!

For peace!

For health!

……

The incense never broke.

It is said that the Bodhisattvas here are very effective. Seek and get.

A carriage that had been running for a month finally arrived here.

Stopped outside the temple!

Looking at the crowded temples, the groom couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect you Dalin people to believe in Buddhism so much. Did the girl come here from Huyi all the way to worship the Buddha?"

Ji Yunshu got out of the carriage with Jing Xuan's urn.

Looking at the temple in front of him, he said to the groom, "pull the carriage aside and wait for me."

"OK!"

She entered the temple gate, found a little monk and said, "little master, I have something to ask your abbot. Can you take me there?"

The little monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the abbot is meditating. Please tell the little monk what you need."

"I'd better bother little master and say... I'm here to ask Zen."

"That's right. Please wait a moment, benefactor."

"Thank you!"

The little monk went to report.

Many people come to see the abbot every day. How can everyone see him?

Ji Yunshu waited outside the hall for a long time before the little monk came and said, "benefactor, please come this way."

The little monk led the way and took her to the meditation room.

The abbot was knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the Sutra with his eyes closed.

"Master, here comes benefactor."

After the abbot knocked the wooden fish for the last three times, he opened his eyes.

When he saw that the visitor was Ji Yunshu, he was slightly surprised and got up and said, "it's donor Ji?"

Ji Yunshu sent Mo Zhi to this temple, so he has a fate with the abbot here.

She bowed and bowed: "abbot."

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if it's donor Ji. Come here."

"I came here in a hurry for fear of disturbing the abbot."

"Buddhism opens itself. Benefactor, it's important." The abbot twisted the Buddha beads.

Ji Yunshu said, "in fact, there is something to trouble the abbot today."

"Benefactor, just say."

She handed over the urn in her hand: "I hope it can be placed in the temple."

Abbot: "what is this?"

Ji Yunshu was silent and said, "an old friend!"

The abbot didn't ask much. He took the urn with both hands and said, "don't worry, benefactor. I'll make good arrangements."

"Thank you."

"Being convenient to others is also the way of Buddhism." The abbot handed the urn to the little monk and gave him some instructions.

The little monk went out of the meditation room with the urn.

A stone in Ji Yun's heart finally fell.

Jingxuan, I'll take you back to Dalin. It is also the only way to put her ashes in the temple. Jing Xuan married to Huyi and became the three princesses of Huyi for generations. After her death, she should belong to the Loess of Huyi and accept the sacrifice of Huyi! You can't go back to Dalin at all, even if you go back to Dalin,

It cannot be buried in the imperial mausoleum, so it can only be enshrined in the temple.

After explaining everything, Ji Yunshu asked, "I don't know... Don't know?"

Last time, I didn't know I was still in my infancy.

After a few months, should I grow up?

The abbot said, "don't worry, Xuan knows he's fine."

"Xuanzhi?"

"After benefactor left, I named him xuanzhi."

"So it is. Can I see him?"

The abbot led Ji Yunshu to the backyard of a temple.

From a distance, I saw a little monk about ten years old sweeping the floor. The little monk tied Mo Zhi, who was only a few months old, behind his back with a soft cotton belt.

The little guy opened his big watery eyes, held his thumb in his mouth, and salivated.

Don't cry or make noise.

Very quiet!

Lovely!

Also very healthy!

In a few months, he really grew up a lot.

Eyebrows like don Si.

Eyes like Moro.

Only the mouth is like yourself.

While sweeping the floor happily, the little monk sang a small song to coax Mo Zhi to be happy. "The wind blows and blows, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. Whose son is singing? The wind blows and blows, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. My little know is singing. The wind blows and blows, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. Who is it

Er Lang is singing? The wind blows and blows, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. My little know is singing... "

Singing over and over again.

Don't know while listening, holding your fingers.

From time to time, they giggle.

The body moved around.

Ji Yunshu stood in the distance and looked at the scene. His eyes were getting wet.

But the corners of his mouth are overflowing with laughter.

At this moment, she firmly believed that the decision she had made was not wrong!

She hopes Mo Zhi will grow up happily all the time.

The abbot asked, "don't you go there, benefactor?"

She shook her head: "no, no..."

"Amitabha."

……

That day, when Ji Yunshu left the temple, the abbot personally rang the Ding bell for her.

once!

Two!

Three!

Lingering for a long time

She asked, "abbot, what is pain and pleasure in this world?"

The abbot said, "music is both bitter and bitter is music!"

"Then... What is waiting?"

"Benefactor, do as you please, since you are waiting!"

She closed her eyes and faced the warm sun in early spring.

She seemed to see the man approaching her little by little.

She could smell the familiar smell on him and feel the hot temperature on him.

Can really touch him.

She said: no matter how many years later, no matter where, no matter what thorns are ahead? Or a sea of fire? This time, I would be desperate for you!

Jingrong, we are twins!

You die, I die! (the second map Finale)