An Old Wound from Ten Years Ago
Jing Rong said, "Although letters from the capital are also delivered by pigeons, Lang Po's eyes are much sharper than yours. As soon as the pigeon arrives, he will naturally notice it. Why would he let you chase it everywhere? Thus, this pigeon was not sent to this Prince. "
Old Tie, this is awkward!
Perhaps Ji Yunshu really was paranoid, even a little sensitive, to the extent that she was always paranoid and suspicious.
Jing Rong shook his head.
"Maybe I'm thinking too much."
The two left the Chanting Buddha Hall. On the way back to the meditation room, Ji Yunshu suddenly asked, "What did the abbot say to you?"
"Some of the true essence of Buddhism."
"True essence?" Ji Yunshu pursed her lips. "Buddhism has no heart, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and karma retribution. How can there be true essence?"
"Do you understand Buddhism?"
Jing Rong shook his head.
"I don't. I just casually read some books and showed off a few sentences."
Jing Rong glanced sideways at her, an appreciative smile flitting across the corners of his mouth. However, it immediately tightened. He frowned and said, "That abbot said something to this prince. It's not 'it's hard to distinguish between good and evil' as you said, nor is it 'karma retribution', but 'when will an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, when will it ever end'. As the saying goes, 'good comes from the root, evil comes from the heart.'
Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha!
At the same time, Ji Yunshu suddenly stopped and turned to face him. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at him. "It seems that you have a lot of thoughts."
"More than just thoughts!"
"These words, I can understand, but I can't understand."
"But this Prince is like you, a non-believer in Buddhism." Jing Rong said seriously.
Ji Yunshu understood the meaning behind his words.
The grudge between him and Jing Yi couldn't be resolved with just the words' lay down '.
One retreats, the other advances. It would only be endless.
Ji Yunshu stared at his eyes, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
The heavy rain in the night showed no signs of stopping. The entire mountain was shrouded in torrential rain. The dense raindrops gradually obscured one's vision. It was almost impossible to see through the heavy rain in front of one's eyes. There was a strong wind in the mountain, and it suddenly became completely cold. The strong wind and heavy rain whistled through the air. The lanterns hanging in the temple swayed, and a few were blown out.
The interior of the temple was eerie and eerie!
Ji Yunshu closed the door and prepared to rest, but the window in the room creaked and swayed non-stop.
The strong wind blew, bringing in a few drops of rain, slanting on the windowsill and the ground, wetting them.
She went over to close it. Just as her hand was about to touch the wooden window, a pigeon suddenly landed beside her hand, startling her. She immediately withdrew her hands from the window and took two steps back.
In the middle of the night, he really wanted to scare people to death!
The pigeon proudly straightened its small body on the windowsill, pacing back and forth, constantly using its beak to toss its feathers. Its smooth feathers were wet from the rain, and the rainwater dripped down, making the pigeon look like a "drowned chicken".
If Ji Yunshu remembered correctly, this pigeon was the one she chased all the way to the Chanfo Hall and disappeared.
Because there was a circular black mark on the feathers of the pigeon's left wing, it was very easy to recognize.
But …
The bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg had already been removed by someone.
She carefully examined it for a while, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the pigeon's wet feathers. The pigeon rubbed its head on the handkerchief, but it did not fly away. Instead, it seemed to be enjoying it.
When the white handkerchief gently rubbed the inside of the pigeon's wing, a layer of red actually fell.
It was blood!
"Little guy, are you hurt?"
"Coo, coo."
Ji Yunshu frowned slightly. She wanted to bring it in to apply some medicine, but the pigeon flapped its wings and flew away. Probably because its wing was injured, it fluttered a few times and finally fell to the ground, slowly slipping away along the wall.
She might as well do a good deed to the end. Ji Yunshu hurriedly chased after it.
But by the time she circled around the back, the pigeon had already disappeared. She followed the corridor to search for it, but just as she turned a corner, she bumped into someone. The person was very strong, and she was knocked back a few steps. Fortunately, the person grabbed her arm and steadied her steps.
Otherwise, she would have fallen on her butt.
When she regained her composure, the first thing she saw was the hand holding her arm.
The hand was as thin as firewood, purplish-red, and the skin was wrinkled. She could faintly see the blood vessels on the back of the hand.
This … is a scar left behind by a burn!
The person quickly withdrew his hand and clasped his palms together. "Amitabha, this old monk did not mean it. I hope benefactor will forgive me."
Ji Yunshu also subconsciously clasped her hands together and bowed slightly. "This humble one was rash."
"Amitabha."
Ji Yunshu raised her head and carefully looked at the monk in front of her. Wasn't this the unshaven old monk she met in the Chanting Buddha Hall?
Because of the strong wind and heavy rain, several lamps in the long corridor were extinguished, so the light was dim. But even so, she could clearly see the face of the old monk in front of her.
His face was wrinkled, and he was close to fifty years old!
What was shocking was that half of this person's face was covered in a hideous and terrifying scar, as if a large piece of skin had been torn off by someone, and the other half of his face was hidden in the darkness. That pair of deep and serene eyes were slightly drooping with an unfathomable expression on his face.
Perhaps it was because of her profession, but Ji Yunshu instinctively looked at the scar carefully.
Based on the extent of the wrinkles and the color of the scar, it should be an old injury from more than ten years ago!
The old monk lowered his head and said, "Benefactor, the wind is blowing late at night, and many lanterns have been extinguished. The long corridor is dark, and it is not suitable to walk at night. Benefactor, please return to your room and rest early."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at her, then hurriedly lowered them again.
With just one glance, Ji Yunshu felt that he was exceptionally familiar, but she could not put her finger on it.
She could only withdraw her gaze, lightly nodded, and retreated to the side, making way for the old monk.
"Take care, Master."
The old monk then limped away.
Walking too slowly!
Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, Ji Yunshu pondered for a moment, but she could not figure it out. She planned to return to her room, but she had only taken two steps when she felt a pain in her abdomen. She covered her abdomen with one hand and supported herself against the wall with the other.
"Ugh!"
The pain became more and more intense …
Her body gradually squatted down, and she was conveniently picked up by someone.
It was Mo Ruo!
He took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve, took out a pill, and gave it to her.
"Eat it."
Looking at the red pill in her palm, she asked Mo Ruo, "What is this?
What is this? "
"Medicine to relieve the pain."
"What medicine?"
"You eat it first."
Ji Yunshu was suspicious, but she seemed to realize something. At this time, she was sweating profusely, but she still obeyed and ate the medicine. After a while, the pain gradually subsided.
Mo Ruo helped her back to her room.
Inside the room, Ji Yunshu's face was pale as she looked at Mo Ruo sitting opposite her.
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