Yongxin still closed his eyes and closed his tenfold, and replied: "Expectations arise from the heart. If there are thoughts in the donor's heart, then all things will naturally be born. If there are no thoughts in the donor's heart, all things are dead."

Liuli stood for a while and saw the monk reciting the scriptures again, so she slowly walked to the opposite side, sat down on the cushion of Mr. He, and picked up the scriptures on the table.

"Master, what are the two words?"

She pointed to the word "Nirvana" explained by Huanhua during the day.

Yongxin opened his eyes and said, "Since the donor has already taken the fire, how can he not know 'Nirvana'?"

Liuli's fist began to sweat: "You really know me..." He felt abrupt again, and hurriedly suppressed his expression and pursed his lips tightly.

"The donor and my friend are old friends." Yongxin put down the wooden hammer and saw it coming. His eyes seemed kind, but it seemed that he could see through the hearts of the world. "The donor's idea was strong and he was reborn against the will of heaven. Although this life was bumpy, he would be able to end well as long as he managed it with care. Lucky and wealth are not worth mentioning."

Liuli sneered: "What kind of glory and wealth? I'm not an old man, don't fool me." He said: "Besides, I don't really want to be a lady in their family. I just want to be a villain in my life and taste the taste of a villain bullying a villain."

I believe in forever but don’t say anything.

Liuli thought for a while and said, "The master devoted himself to resolving disasters and solving problems for He's mansion. I believe he was attracted by Lord Shangshu as his confidant."

I believe in forever and do not understand the truth, and call it Buddha in combination: "The donor is worried too much. Monks do not care about the world, and the cause and effect of the world, and all have cause and effect. I will not do anything against the heavens."

Liuli said, "I feel relieved. Master Huiming is out there, I believe it won't make things difficult for the little girl." As he said, he tried the tea that Mr. He had not moved on the test table, picked it up and took a sip, and said, "What I am worried about now is that nothing unexpected happens. In three days, I will become a slave of the He family and sign a contract that I can never get back. Does the master have a way to crack it?"

He always held the Buddhist beads and said slowly: "Where is destiny in heaven, the matter is done by man. If the donor acts cautiously, he will definitely turn bad luck into good luck."

When Liuli saw that he was playing Tai Chi again, she thought she couldn't ask anything. She was upset, but when she saw that there was paper and pen, she wrote casually.

"The master is the only person I can speak in this world. I will give some tips. When I am proud of myself in the future, I will donate hundreds or thousands of incense money to thank the Buddha. Isn't that good?"

Yongxin had no intention of nodding.

Liuli stood up and was about to bow, Yongxin suddenly picked up her note and looked. "Yizhen, is your name?" Liuli nodded. Two sentences written on the paper: Yizhen is fake, fake and real; once the heart died, Nirvana was reborn. Liuli wrote well and was always content with his own feelings, so he was full of hope: "Can you give me some advice?" Yongxin shook his head: "No."

Liuli was extremely frustrated, and a sound came from outside the door: "Who is here? I dare to ask the master, can you take the time to see me?"

Liuli quickly stopped. He Xiujie was the fourth master. I wonder why he came. When he went to see Yongxin, he looked calm but without any surprise.

The Buddhist temple was really lively that night. Yongxin canceled the sutra meeting, and it seemed that everyone could not sit still.

Liuli gave up and bowed to Yongxin, "I hope the master will not reveal Yizhen's whereabouts. If you have the chance in the future, I will go to Baima Temple to thank you again."

After speaking, he quickly escaped from the original path and retreated. When He Xiujie pushed the door and came in, Yongxin nodded and held the note under the bowl.

***

When Liuli returned to Xiaokuanyuan, there was no one in the house, so she didn't know where Cuiying had gone. So she went to the kitchen to scoop water and wash her feet. When she lifted the lid of the pot, she found that there was still some leftover broth in the vegetable pot next to her. She thought that the mansion had fasted for several days, but finally the group of people couldn't bear it and secretly started to eat meat.

Liuli still covered the pot, washed and went back to the room to go to bed.

Cuiying came back in the middle of the night, and took a candle with a drunken body to take a photo on the bed, and then lay down on the bedside of the couch.

The next morning, someone still brought food, a bowl of rice porridge, two spring rolls, a plate of pickled bamboo shoots and two roasted wheat. After Liuli finished packing, she sat by the table and took Cuiying to choose the clothes she wanted to wear today, and tried the poison with Yinchuaner. Finally, it was okay to try out the spring rolls and roasted wheat. Yinchuaner put them into the pickled bamboo shoots and immediately turned a bell black. She secretly wrapped the pickled bamboo shoots into a handkerchief and put them in her purse.

Liuli asked the mother who brought the meal: "Which mother made this pickled bamboo shoot, it tastes so delicious."

The woman was a little proud and a little contemptuous: "This is made by Mao Jie'er, the second-man in charge of the big kitchen. The fourth wife loves the pickled side dish of Mao Jie'er, let alone you! The girl is also very lucky. She just met Miss Jinse, and I will give you some more."

Jinse is the eldest maid next to Nie, and the fifth girl is Nie's daughter. If he said that this poison was not a work of He Yanhua's failure to achieve another plan, he would not believe Liuli to death.

But she is not Yuhua, so why did she fight with her? Is it because Nie has always been dependent on Yu?

The chanting of the sutra begins at Chen hour, and now it is Mao hour. Liuli sits in front of the window and reads through the scriptures. Cuiying opens the curtains, and the mist in the early morning pounces in, bringing coldness.

There were two plates of fruit on the table, Liuli took a tangerine, and Cuiying said, "Miss, sit down and cool your body carefully."

Liuli always cooperated with her "care". She then moved Zhang Xiaowu and took the scriptures to the eaves of the corridor. She acted like a return home to get a coat. When she saw that the fruit on the table was indeed gone.

One meter outside the corridor is a well, and two people squatted face to face under the roses to wash clothes. Liuli looked at the mist and remembered that there were also chanting scriptures on the first occasion, and she lived directly in the Buddhist temple. Yongxin suddenly canceled the chanting scriptures, and some people from the He family visited one after another. In addition to Mr. He and He Xiujie, I wonder if there were anyone else later? Yongxin was so calm and composed, I wonder if he was waiting for them.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound by the well. The two people who were washing clothes stood up holding the end of the bedding and twisted each other left and right.

Liuli saw clearly that the person on the left who was wearing gray clothes was older, with all his hair up and tied it up with a wooden hairpin. He was a woman. The one on the right was very young, eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a lotus-collared pigmented shirt, a lotus face, hanging eyes, and a red Shanshan hairpin on his head, which was so eye-catching.

Liuli suddenly remembered the plate of mung bean cake.

There are many things in the deep courtyard. Yesterday, the man in green sneaked up and sent mung bean cake to the room. The coral hairpin pressed under the plate was inserted on the woman's head. It would be strange if there was no trick. But the man looked familiar and dressed up as a manager. Which yard was from?
Chapter completed!