Peach Blossom - Chapter 68

    A seven or eight-year-old novice sat cross-legged among the grass, surrounded by peach blossoms in the garden. I don’t know who planted the peach trees, and they were lined up in a messy way. When the flowers were in full bloom, the branches were full of flowers, one tree after another, and the peach blossoms were endless, as if they could bloom to the horizon.

    The little novice sat cross-legged and looked up at the big peach tree in front of her. The rest of the peach trees are in full swing, but this one has no flowers and bones, only green leaves.

    The little novice scratched the back of her naked head in distress, looking like she didn’t know what to do.

    He sat under this tree for about a cup of tea, and there was a voice outside the garden from far and near: “Hui said.”

    The little novice answered loudly, “Brother, come quickly.” He got up from the ground.

    After a while, a little novice who was not much older than him walked around the peach tree, saw him here, put his hands behind his back, imitated the appearance of an adult, shook his head and said: “Junior brother, you What are you doing here? Master said, we are not allowed to play beside this peach tree.”

    Hui Cheng was very dissatisfied: “I’m not having fun, I’m thinking about big things!”

    The little brother suddenly became curious, leaned over, and asked, “What’s the big deal?”

    Hui Shi looked at the peach tree with difficulty and frowned: “His Royal Highness said, take good care of this peach tree, and want it to bloom in the coming year.”

    The two of them thought about it for a long time and couldn’t come up with anything. The younger brother complained: “I heard from the brothers that this tree is not blooming. His Royal Highness the King of Han is really making trouble.”

    Hui Cheng was puzzled, tilted his head, and said strangely: “Why doesn’t it bloom?”

    The little brother didn’t know why, and he didn’t want to appear ignorant, so he pretended to be impatient and said loudly: “If it doesn’t bloom, it doesn’t bloom, there is no reason.” He sighed and lowered his voice: “I heard that His Royal Highness the King of Han is a very important official. If we can’t make the peach trees bloom, maybe he won’t allow us to live in the temple.”

    Hui Cheng was shocked and stammered: “Well, is it that fierce?” They are all orphans taken in by the temple. If they were not allowed to live in the temple, they would be homeless.

    The little brother nodded solemnly: “The officials are unreasonable.”

    Hui Cheng pursed his mouth and was so scared that he was about to cry. He looked at the tree, surrounded by gorgeous peach blossoms, but he was unmoved at all, thinking that he had made up his mind not to bloom Yes, he was afraid that he would end up on the streets.

    Hui Cheng sobbed, and also complained about the King of Han: “His Royal Highness the King of Han is really bad.”

    When the younger brother saw him crying, he was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: “Don’t cry, don’t cry, there is always a way.”

    Hui Cheng couldn’t stop crying, so he just shed tears and didn’t talk to him.

    The little brother made him cry, and after a long time of persuading him, he couldn’t persuade him well, and he was very at a loss.

    Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the host to come. Looking at the situation of the two of them, he shook his head, but he didn’t blame anything, only asked the younger brother to bring Huisheng back to the temple to wash his face.

    Hui Zheng left with the little brother.

    Watching the two walk away, the host turned to face the peach tree, put his hands together, and chanted the Buddha’s name.

    The peach tree did not move.

    The host described himself as complacent, chanted the Buddha’s name, set foot on the road when he came, and walked further and further away.

    The garden is quiet again.

    Monks in the temple often come to the garden, although the presiding officer has set a rule that monks and pilgrims are not allowed to make noise in the garden. However, the little novices have a lively temperament, so how can they all be banned.

    Jun Yao is used to it and doesn’t think it’s strange, and even after cultivating, she will open her eyes to see them.

    After finishing her homework that day, she suddenly remembered that she had not descended the mountain for a thousand years.

    Thousands of years ago, she reached a bottleneck in her cultivation and tried her best, but without a breakthrough, she temporarily put aside her practice and traveled to the mortal world.

      Seeing that she had a predestined relationship with the Buddha, she simply took root here and concentrated her practice.

    Thousands of years are like snapping fingers.

    Now that she has completed the cultivation of Taoism, the catastrophe has not yet come.

    Jun Yao couldn’t help but think deeply. Could it be that this time it was the same as it was a thousand years ago.

    She has a calm temperament. She has comprehended the Buddhist Dharma for thousands of years. Since she needed to go down the mountain, she went down the mountain.

    Going down the mountain, you can also move as you like.

    Thousands of vicissitudes, Chengguoshan Village, has long been a new look.

    She went down the mountain and blended into the mortal world. Now, she feels it again, but the thousand-year-old Buddha’s blue lantern has cultivated her demon heart to be pure and calm, and everything is calm, but indifference itself is a kind of coldness.

    Cultivation of Buddha made her heart hardened.

    My Buddha is detached, yet compassionate.

    The catastrophe will not come for a long time, is it because she lacks compassion, does not understand the world, does not know the joys and sorrows?

    Jun Yao has a very high talent for cultivation, and faintly aware of her shortcomings, she wants to make up for it. It’s just that the other side can say, how to cultivate people’s joys and sorrows?

    Jun Yao walks in the world while thinking. I thought to myself, maybe I can take a look at the hardships of the world.

    There are steep mountain walls on both sides of the trail, overgrown with weeds, standing on the road and looking up, the peaks on both sides rise from the ground, towering into the clouds. Occasionally a bird passed by, with a long howl, echoing endlessly.

    As soon as Jun Yao entered the mountains, she felt murderous in the mountains.

    The sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, getting closer and closer, and several king flags came into view. Suddenly, two mountain peaks, many birds flapped their wings and flew into the air. A burst of sharp noises pierced the air, and the sharp arrows on the mountains on both sides were like rainforests, shooting towards the mountain road.

    “Protect Your Highness!” With a shout, the armored soldier came back to his senses and hurriedly drew his sword.

    Assassins came well prepared, and they were well prepared, and the siege was orderly.

    The emperor was driving the carriage of the King of Han, under the **** of dozens of soldiers, trying to rush away, but repeatedly called the assassin to stop him.

    The **** was defeated, and the carriage was too large and not flexible enough. The loyal general pulled a horse, helped the King of Han out of the carriage, and pushed her onto the horse.

     Her lips turned pale in pain, and in a panic, she was pushed onto the horse by the general. All around, the armored soldiers fell one by one, and the corpses were all over the place.

    “His Royal Highness, hurry up!” The general hit the horse with the blade.

    Jun Yao was on the mountain and could see the situation clearly.

      Holding the reins, he almost fell off his horse.

    The more than ten horses who supported her fell to the ground one after another, and there were only seven or eight people left.

    Mortal disputes, she can’t get involved. Jun Yao looked at it and her eyes fell on the King of Han. Although the King of Han was already weak, the anger between her brows was not weakened in the slightest.

    Jun Yao glanced at the place where everyone was running. Thirty miles away was an official post, and there was an army stationed not far from the post. Although the assassins behind him were chasing after him, the horses had limited legs and might not be able to catch up.

    In this way, the little Highness should be safe.

    Jun Yao was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something.

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