Vientiane Senro

An hour is very short, especially for a group of people who are in a hurry to settle the affairs of Mr. Fujiwara after his death.Seimei and the abbot in the temple resolved the source of the cause of death, and the rest, apart from the extremely mournful female relatives, contributed the most to the subordinates who were most valued by Mr. Fujiwara during his lifetime.

Containing the corpses, comforting relatives, thinking about the various answers after seeing the princes in the capital, when their hair stained the pillow, the fatigue from the long day's rush also rushed up, and it didn't take long. The sound of falling asleep to sleep.

The night was getting darker, and in the deserted temple, the trees seemed to add a touch of gloom, a thin figure slowly walked along the path that Qingming had just walked, and crossed a small wooden bridge, "Squeak!" "With a sound, the door was opened, the wind howled in, the quietly burning candle flickered and flickered to extinguish, and the lobby where Fujiwara's body had been parked before had been emptied.Several sets of futons were placed in front of the Buddha. I don’t know which window was not closed tightly. The bluish-white moonlight squeezed in through the gap and shone on the face of the Buddha statue with downcast eyebrows, reflecting the benevolent eyebrows in the daytime. The majestic appearance was covered with a layer of chilling strangeness.

The figure put down the dark lantern in his hand, knelt down on the futon, and chanted sutras in front of the Buddha statue. He didn't look like a mysterious person who wanted to do something at night, but rather a nighttime mind It is difficult to solve, and the pious believers who have to come in person to confess to their "Buddha".

He recited a certain obscure scripture over and over again, as if immersed in his own thoughts, ignoring everything around him... until a not tall figure slowly appeared from behind him shape.

It was the old monk who expelled the "introverted sparrow".At this time, he didn't see the sadness when he was facing the guests, nor the kindness when talking with Qingming. At this time, his eyebrows were extremely serious. He appeared in this empty Buddhist hall, with his fingers on the rosary, and his voice was also Like a thunderbolt falling, he shouted and questioned: "Hui Yuan, you are traveling in the middle of the night, and you are here alone, what do you want to do?"

Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue is also a familiar face. It is the young monk who once received Ji Qiu and his group. Although this young monk is young, he is born quite well. Although his head is bald and round, his facial features He was pretty and handsome, and he looked about ten years old. He heard the old monk shouting and asking, but he didn't turn around, as if he wasn't surprised at all. He didn't turn his head, and asked like a usual gatha: " Master, I... want to see the Buddha, but why does the Buddha not want to see me?"

It turned out that the young master who presided over the reception of the temple was the abbot of the temple, that is, the disciple of the old monk himself.I don't know why he behaved so strangely and said such strange words in the middle of the night.

The old monk raised his brows high, he heard his disciple utter such abrupt words, thought for a moment, and finally replied as usual: "It's not because the Buddha refuses to see you, but because you can't see the Buddha, the highest and best Those are always there, but ordinary people treat them as nothing, and what we practice is for the sake of a Buddha's heart, to see the light in the bath, and to obtain the Tathagata."

Hui Yuan smiled sadly and said, "Then, what about you, Master? Have you seen Tathagata?"

The old monk's expression remained unchanged, and there was a rock-like firmness in his expression: "One day."

"One day?" Hui Yuan muttered to himself and repeated, "When is one day?"

"Master, your heart towards the Buddha is so firm, and Huiyuan is far behind," the little monk finally turned around on his knees, taking off his daytime disguise, his brows and eyes were mournful, as if something had happened to him It was an extremely sad thing, he just looked at the master he respected very much in the past, and finally said: "I also want to go on like this unswervingly, but..."

"But it's too late..." he said.

"What?" The old monk became vigilant: "Huiyuan, what did you do?"

Before he could get an answer from his disciple, there was an extremely panicked scream from the other side: "Ahh! Master Fujiwara!"

"What happened?" There was commotion in the temple, and the fire was quickly re-ignited. The monks and followers picked up the clothes around them, put them on in a hurry, and rushed to the place where the body of Mr. Fujiwara was left.Under the shroud of torch light, the attendant who fell on the ground and guarded the body seemed to have seen something unbelievable. His face was horrified, his limbs were limp, and under the persecution of the desperate man, he stammered: " Fujiwara...Fujiwara...sir...he is alive again!!"

"What are you talking nonsense about?" someone scolded.

The attendant didn't make any excuses, he just raised his arm tremblingly, pointed his index finger at the door of the room he escaped from, and a figure that everyone was very familiar with walked out like this, he was wearing a long white coat. Clothes were decent clothes that the female relatives managed to find out from the luggage of a group of people. After restraining the terrible makeup, people changed him into a neat attire.

Now, under the light of the fire, the face that everyone can recognize is the dead Fujiwara!

The temple came alive again, and the noise in the front yard was also transmitted to the back rooms, and the disturbed other guests were all attracted by the name "Fujiwara".Ji Qiu's room was brightly lit, Ji Qiu didn't rest, when he heard the noise, California Qingguang who was in the neighboring room also ran over immediately, not long after, Bhikkhuni Bai also held the lamp and rang Ji Qiu's door door.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Bhikkhuni Bai asked Ji Qiu.

"This is just a warm-up," Ji Qiu replied flatly, "The real thing is yet to come."

Bhikkhuni Bai didn't ask him why he knew this, she herself is a fortune-teller, when the abbot asked her to do a fortune-telling in the daytime, she had already expected something, it was just an accurate "prophecy" like Ji Qiu It's different, she just estimated a vague situation.There are many people who are about to die in this temple.

California Qingguang is willing to wait and see, but he knows that the safety of the judge is the most important thing. Since the Lord has not stepped out of the door here, he will stay here together. What happened outside, he No curiosity at all!

"It seems that Mr. Fujiwara in the daytime has come back to life again." I don't know how Bikkuni got the news from outside, she glanced at Qingguang Qingguang who was sitting upright with a smile, and continued the topic: "I don't know what kind of magic is here, but it can make the adult whose soul has returned to the Nine Springs return to the world!"

Ji Qiu glanced at her, and didn't continue to remain silent, he just asked: "Do you understand the way of incense?"

Bhikkhuni Bai was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized, she clapped her hands and sighed: "So that's how it is."

California Qingguang felt a "?" slowly appearing on his forehead

"The fragrance of returning the soul," Bai Bhikuni explained: "It is said that it is a spiritual thing that can revive the dead. When the patient smells the fragrance, he will wake up, and the dead will live when he smells the fragrance. It will lead the soul back to the truth. But this spice Its fragrance is extremely strong, and it is said that it can waft for hundreds of miles, so I didn't think of it before, for a while."

Kami Kiyomitsu wrinkled his nose and sniffed.

Bhikkhuni Bai shook his head and said with a broken smile: "There is never a lack of fragrance in the monastery, which is the fragrance of sandalwood. Although I am a little sensitive to the smell, the person who prepared the fragrance this time is obviously extremely skilled. The smell of the soul-returning incense is so well integrated into the smell of the sandalwood used in the daily use of the monastery. For this reason, I have not aroused any suspicion during the journey. Even if I heard that the dead were resurrected, I was not the first Time to think of this spiritual creature."

In Ji Qiu's memory, this method has never been seen after the incident here. If it hadn't come with He Maozhong's practice, there would be an ascetic monk from the Sitianwang Temple who came from afar and practiced in front of the Buddha. For a lifetime, I'm afraid it's hard to tell the difference.

"Someone burns this incense in this temple," California Qingguang thought, "Could it be that they want to revive some dead person?"

Bhikkhuni Bai glanced at him appreciatively: "That's right, I'm afraid that this fragrance of returning souls is not available today. That Master Fujiwara is not the target that 'he' wants to resurrect. On the contrary, the arrival of the dead Master Fujiwara is It really disrupted the layout of the people behind the scenes."

"I was able to stand up again under the eyes of everyone," Bai Bhikkuni said: "The dark matter was brought to the front, and the person who'he' really wanted to be resurrected might also be implicated. After Fujiwara-sama entered the temple, I can't tell how annoyed and anxious he was!"

Speaking of this, seeing that the plan of the people in the dark was self-defeating, Bhikkhuni Bai didn't show any intention of watching the excitement. She seemed to know something, and there was some sadness on her face.

There are people in this world who want to die, just like her; but there are also people who want to live... At least, the people around him don't want him to die like this.All kinds of causes and conditions are really hard to tell.

"My lord, do you want to wait any longer?" Bikkuni Bai turned to Ji Qiu.The nun seemed to want to get involved.

Ji Qiu didn't stop her, or in other words, he had already anticipated the current scene when he accepted Bai Bhikkuni to join in, he just asked her: "Did you see that group of people entering the temple tonight?" One of those boys?"

Bhikkhuni Bai was a little stunned, she did not expect that Ji Qiu would ask a question that seemed irrelevant to the current situation: "This..."

Ji Qiu chuckled: "Do you still remember that you once said that the curse you received would not be eradicated by the destined person until decades later?"

Bhikkhuni Bai became solemn: "Could it be..."

"He will suffer a lot next," Ji Qiu's gaze seemed to penetrate time, he knew that the final moment he was waiting for would come amidst this ordeal, there seemed to be light in his eyes, The light also seemed to contain more unpredictable mysteries. He looked at Bhikkhuni Bai and said indistinctly, "Remember, don't let him die."

Bhikkhuni Bai was shocked.She had previously only sensed certain qualities of the man in front of her in her own spirituality, but now she began to be puzzled by what she had glimpsed.

"Do you still remember what I promised you?" Ji Qiu said slowly: "Go and do what I said. This is 'bonding'."