Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 894: Ninety-second bowl of soup (nine)

Ninety-second bowl of soup (nine)

In broad daylight and in public, the two of them speak each other's words. Every word they say is very familiar when they are taken apart, but when they are put together, people don't know why.

Why is Master Yun Hai so humble towards a girl, or a girl raised in the countryside? Even if he met the emperor, he would not be like this. Why did the girl from the Qi family say one to you, and the other party just folded his hands in return, but he was afraid to accept it?

What is the origin of this Qi family girl?

Not to mention the empress and ministers, even brothers Qi Ke Qiche and the Zhao family don't understand what's going on. They only know that Master Yunhai once said that Qing Huan's life is unparalleled, and they must be treated with respect and kindness, but how could Master Yunhai, a highly respected monk, see her like this?

As for Qing Huan's words, Master Yun Hai was silent for a few seconds and said, "...The little monk is ignorant, please give some advice."

Qing Huan stood up from the ground, still smiling, "You can figure it out because I allow you to figure it out, otherwise what do you think?"

"You..."

"My name is Qing Huan."

"So, you really are—" Master Yun Hai showed a look of surprise, "Xiao Seng always thought that this was just a legend."

"I want to know something, I need you to tell me." Qing Huan stared at Master Yun Hai, "Give me your secret."

"Yes." Master Yun Hai bowed deeply again, "This is your request, it is also the order of that person, and it is also the responsibility of the little monk's inheritance. Please walk with the little monk, and the little monk will definitely tell the whole story. "

Qing Huan nodded, and Master Yun Hai respectfully guided her. After walking two steps, Qing Huan suddenly stopped and said to Master Yun Hai: "That person, show her a face."

Refers to Yu Sisi.

Master Yunhai glanced at it and said, "The cheekbones are high, the Yintang is sunken, and there is no good person, and life is lonely."

It's exactly the same as what Qing Huan said before! Master Yun Hai rarely meets people, but once he does, he will never go wrong. When Yu Sisi heard this, she almost fainted because of the stimulation, but she couldn't say a word. Even the others had expressions of surprise. When did... Master Yun Hai meet such a hard-to-find thing that a young girl asked him casually? Then what are they who squeezed their heads and asked to see the master before?

"Happy!"

Hearing a shrill cry, Qing Huan looked back, and Zhao's eyes were full of tears: "Don't go...don't leave your mother...don't go...my mother has been thinking about you for a long time, if you leave Now, what should I do, mother?"

The brothers Qi Ke and Qi Che supported her respectively. If it weren't for the two of them, the Zhao family would have already rushed forward to hold Qing Huan and not let her go. Everyone stared at this scene in astonishment. The person who can make Master Yunhai respectful, this girl is the first one, so who is she? Why is she here? What the **** is she...? Everyone wants to know these questions, but unfortunately no one dares and cannot ask them. People who only know that even Master Yunhai should be in awe, for them, they are probably gods and Buddhas.

Master Yun Hai is over 100 years old, and he is devoted to the Buddha. Everyone says that he is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and that he will definitely be able to cultivate into a true fruit in the future. Even the emperor respects him very much when he sees him. However, today he is calling himself a little monk to a girl, which is really puzzling. I only know that when looking at Qing Huan again, no one dared to take it lightly.

"Miss Qi..." The prince also stepped forward involuntarily, "Where are you going?"

"His Royal Highness Prince, you and I are missed."

She said lightly.

Master Yunhai sighed softly: "Everyone in the world believes in ghosts and gods, but gods appear in the world, but they don't know it. Is it ridiculous? Is it pitiful?"

After speaking, Qing Huan and Qing Huan turned into a ray of light and disappeared in front of everyone.

As if it came, it came and went, leaving no trace.

The Zhao family was sobbing and the others were stunned on the spot. I don't know who said, "Immortals descended to earth! Is it a goddess descended to earth?!"

He actually knelt up and bowed to the sky, and even the emperor didn't feel his knees soften. Thinking about it now, that girl is full of immortal energy and is extremely noble, no wonder... I just wanted to cheat in front of the gods... Thinking of this, the emperor's face turned red quietly, I hope the gods don't blame, don't blame!

Qing Huan took the old monk to a mountain with very good scenery, and the two sat on the ground before she asked, "Now you can talk, tell me earlier, I have to go back."

"Yes." Master Yun Hai replied, "You should see that the little monk has passed away for a long time..."

"I know. It is said that Master Yun Hai has a long life span of 100 years, but it should be more than 100 years old this year. In addition, you haven't appeared in recent years, and you only took the initiative to meet the people of the Duke's Mansion a few days before the Hundred Flowers Banquet. , I think it is already dead, and the only thing left in the world is a breath, and if you swallow this breath, you are really dead."

Master Yun Hai sighed softly: "The little monk is no longer in the world, and the reason why he took a sigh of relief is because he has a responsibility. The little monk has long known that one day, you will appear and ask the little monk for an answer to a question. ."

Qing Huan looked into the distance. They were sitting on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the gentle wind. Because the mountain was too high, at a glance, the villages and towns at the bottom of the mountain were as small as ants. The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, and being in it is like being in a fairyland. "Everyone wants to live forever, do you?"

"The little monk is also a mortal, so naturally he also thinks." Master Yunhai laughed. "It's just life and death, if you have to die, the monk will not force it."

"But there are always people who demand it."

"The one... who found the method of longevity, but didn't live long. Because he knew that after you left, longevity is nothing but long agony." Master Yun Hai recited the Buddha's name, "The little monk is not talented, only Keep an inch of your heart, and now that you have come to this world, I will give this thing back to you.”

Speaking, he took off a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, took off the darkest one, and handed it to Qing Huan.

"This is the inheritance of the little monk and the previous monks of this temple, waiting to be returned to you one day."

Qing Huan took the bead over. It was a small one, round and fragrant. She held it in the palm of her hand and played with it for a while, but her expression did not change much. "Since the thing has been handed over to me, you can go." /

Master Yun Hai folded his hands together, slowly lowered his head, and stopped moving.

Qing Huan spread out her palm and looked at it for a moment. The bead could neither speak nor move, it only perched quietly in the palm of her hand. Occasionally, when the wind blew, it would swirl lightly in her palm. Her thoughts suddenly flew to far, far away places, and sometimes she felt that she was too old, and she didn't remember much about what she had experienced. It was as if she never understood why the ghosts in the Wangchuan River who lost their minds and struggled every day would not let go.

If you let go, you are born again.

Why not?

Qing Huan sighed, as if talking to Feng: "If this is your wish."

She then disappeared into the strong wind.

Master Yunhai is an eminent monk of Guo'an Temple. He is a hundred years old. He should have passed away long ago. But according to numerology, in the dark, there is a destiny, and the one who predicts that she will appear when Yunhai is alive, Yunhai will not dare to die. He took the bead and waited quietly in the meditation room, because his body couldn't support the long journey, and he couldn't go to the place where she appeared to find her, so he could only wait for her to meet in Beijing.

Now that he has completed the tasks passed down by the senior monks of Guo'an Temple, he is satisfied with his last breath.

Qing Huan sent the relics transformed by Yunhai back to Guoan Temple, and the monks would naturally worship them well, and she didn't need to worry about this. Before leaving here, she still needs to see Zhao Shi.

The Zhao family thought that her daughter would never come back. After returning from the palace, she cried in Qing Huan's boudoir, holding the longevity lock prepared for her daughter, and wetting her clothes drop by drop.

"What's the matter, mother, do you cry secretly when I'm not here?"

Hearing this familiar voice, it was like a lifetime away. Zhao shi raised her head fascinatedly, and saw Qing Huan smiling at her in tears. She couldn't believe it was true, so she didn't even dare to blink. "My son..."

Qing Huan held her hand, "Don't cry, I'm making you cry. Wouldn't outsiders say I'm unfilial?"

Zhao shook his head desperately and asked, "Is my son an immortal?"

Qing Huan chuckled: "No."

"That's good, that's good..." When everyone knelt down and worshipped Zhao, she didn't believe that the daughter she got back was actually an immortal. What does fairy mean? Immortals mean that they have nothing to do with mortals and have no emotions.

Ke Qinghuan's next sentence made her feel sad for a moment: "But I still have to leave here. I'm very happy to accompany you these few days."

Zhao Shi grabbed her hand, "Don't go...don't leave your mother..." Intellectually, she knew that Qinghuan was not her own daughter, but emotionally, she had placed all her trust in Qinghuan. For her, Qing Huan is her daughter.

Qing Huan said softly: "Some memories, of course, are happy, but if they exist for a long time, they will also make people sad. Instead of being irreversible, it is better to forget them, don't you think?"

Seeing Zhao's face blank, she knew that the other party didn't understand, so she didn't say anything, just smiled and tapped Zhao's eyebrows - her daughter is dead, but her husband and son Still alive, and immersed in the pain of loss, Zhao will never be happy.

No one remembers that there was an immortal at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, just like no one remembers that there was a big girl in the palace, they only knew that Qi Mei, the big girl in the palace, had lost her hair and had a rotten scalp because of an illness. , was sent to the family temple by the ancestors. Later, the eldest son of the big house, Qi Ke, befriended the new emperor, and he actually crossed the other two houses and attacked the noble. And the girl from the prime minister's mansion married a young talent, and after a few years of harmony between husband and wife, but after the death of the prime minister, her husband welcomed concubines from room to room, and the child she finally conceived was gone. , so the rest of his life, lonely and lonely.

It is exactly that assertion.