The rising sun rises in the east, and the purple energy lingers like a dragon around Donglin Temple, the largest temple in the southwest. The morning bells ring. This nunnery with a history of more than 400 years is about to usher in a grand event that has not been held in the past ten years.

The former head master, Qinglian Zhenren, has been in seclusion for many years. Yesterday, he suddenly came out of seclusion and accepted a disciple. Today, he held a apprenticeship ceremony and planned to personally perform the tonsure for his disciple.

When the news came out, the whole temple was shocked.

Early this morning, the current head of the temple, Hong Gu, and twelve head nuns from the three halls and eight courtyards in charge of the law, martial arts, and lay disciples came to the Yinghua Hall, the main hall of the temple, and took their places early.

At chen o'clock, the nun in charge of the silk courtyard shouted: "The auspicious time has come, and the tonsure begins."

All the nuns lowered their heads and recited the prayer sutras. For a moment, the only sound of the sutras was heard in the main hall, which was solemn and solemn.

At the same time, an old nun who was over sixty years old appeared in the main hall. She held a mahogany comb in her hand and walked leisurely behind the beautiful woman kneeling in the center of the main hall.

Then she began to comb the woman's hair, and she said as she combed it: "One comb will fall into the world of mortals, and the trivial matters of this world will disappear; two combs will cut off the roots of love, and the right and wrong will turn away; three combs will be born, and the sky will be white..."

The woman looked to be no more than twenty years old, with her eyebrows lowered and her expression indifferent from beginning to end, as if everything in this hall had nothing to do with her. At this moment, the woman was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

When the old nun put down the mahogany comb, picked up the razor, raised it high, and was about to drop the knife, a person suddenly broke in at the door of the hall. A female voice was heard, panting and shouting: "Miss... little... miss, then

...The man is back."

"Almsgiver Lian'er, there are no young ladies now. The master has given me the title of Jingping, a poor nun." The woman raised her head, her delicate and delicate face was calm, only her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Miss, miss, I just got the news that the young prince of the palace is back. The guy you have been thinking about..." the maid Lian'er said anxiously.

The woman suddenly stood up, her smile was as bright as a flower, and she hurried out regardless of the nunnery robe she was wearing.

"Jingping," the old nun, holding the razor in the air, said in a deep voice.

"Master, how about I stop being the disciple who enters the house and become a registered lay disciple? That's what we have decided." The woman turned around with a playful smile and ran out of the main hall in an agile manner.

The old nun stood on the spot, his eyelids drooped, and he shook his head and said: "My fate is not over yet, I will just wait a little longer as my teacher."

All the nuns were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

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The woman sitting on the carriage, after urging "Lian'er, hurry up" twice in a row, still seemed impatient. She pretended to be angry and complained: "Lian'er, since you know that guy is back, why don't you put my divine horse on the horse?"

Bring them together."

When she said this, the woman's beautiful brows, which were like sandals, gently stretched, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc, her eyes curved into crescents, and she did not conceal her inner joy.

Lian'er pouted and said aggrievedly: "Miss, you are going to become a nun, why do you still care about that guy?"

The woman seemed absent-minded, holding her delicate chin with her hands, her eyes shining, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She could only hear silly laughter coming from the car.

Suddenly, the woman lifted the curtain and said with a face of shame and anger: "Lian'er, when you see the little bamboo pole, don't say that I am going to be a nun, otherwise he will laugh to death."

Lian'er pursed her lips and smiled, ignoring the murderous gaze of the young lady, and nodded lightly.

"Hurry up." The woman urged again.

Lian'er teased and said: "Miss, is the little bamboo pole you have been thinking about for so many years really as elegant and suave as you say?"

The woman was about to turn back and sit in the carriage, but upon hearing this, she immediately became energetic and did not go back to the carriage. She covered her face with a veil and sat directly next to Lian'er.

She said: "Of course. Six years ago, Xiao Zhugan was sixteen years old. He was so handsome that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. He was more than seven feet tall. When he walked through Taiping Street, he attracted many ladies to look back. I'm not afraid to tell you.

This little girl, back then, that guy was the dream man of many young ladies-in-waiting, including you and me, even though I was only fourteen years old at the time."

"It still is, right?" Lian'er joked.

The woman, Li Guo, smiled slightly and didn't answer, which was considered an answer.

it goes without saying.

"Isn't the bamboo pole said to be thin? How can it be matched with the romantic and suave?" Lian'er shook the riding whip twice and asked again.

"Speaking of this, that guy was really thin and weak when he was a child. He was like a bamboo pole that swayed when the wind blew. Every time I went to the river to fish with him, climbed trees to dig out bird's nests, and stole cucumbers and watermelons, I was so excited.

He wanted me, a little girl, to take the lead, so I gave him the nickname "Little Bamboo Pole". By the way, there were also times when he rushed ahead, and one time I wanted to eat donkey meat buns..."

"Xiao Zhugan is really stupid. Every time he is caught stealing something, he is always the one who gets caught behind. He will inevitably get a bruise on his nose and face."

When she said this, the woman laughed with tears. When she grew older, she realized that the small bamboo pole was deliberately unable to run fast, not only to let those farmers catch him to vent his anger, but also to eat with peace of mind, and more importantly, to protect him.

The same young "little sparrow". Just like the donkey meat buns that he waited for two hours for the only time. He didn't steal, grab or ask for them. He squatted in front of the bun shop for two hours, and the boss couldn't bear to give them to him.

, and the bun finally entered her belly.

When she was five years old, her father was framed and imprisoned, and she lived alone on the street. For two months, she was helpless. Only he brought food and a quilt to the ruined temple, and spent countless dark nights.

Talk to her until dawn.

"Stick to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck by the blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south." She chanted softly.

The smile the woman showed at this time was as innocent as when she was a child. She said with emotion: "The passage of time has made that little bamboo pole look so beautiful when it grows up."

"The lotus flowers fall on my pillow, and the fragrance is fresh in the absence of wind. The lotus seeds are rolled wherever I go, and they always accompany me when I sit in my hometown."

"Miss, you've said it eight hundred times, and my ears are almost getting calloused. Are you going to say again that that guy was talented when he was fifteen years old? I will only be happy if I answer you." Lian

Er said with a smile.

This time the woman didn't care about Lian'er's joke and murmured: "You are finally back."

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When the carriage arrived at the Huqiu Palace, the housekeeper told him that the young master was not there and had left Huqiu City.

"Miss, let's chase him quickly. According to what the housekeeper said, his young master is heading south. He will set off at about nine o'clock. He will take the official road to the nearest Nanhua City. Riding on your divine horse, he will definitely be able to catch up.

"Lian'er quickly analyzed.

"No, let's go." The woman's voice suddenly became cold.

Lian'er drove the carriage while the woman walked aimlessly on the ground.

"Miss, are you really not going?" After walking through Taiping Street and entering Guanliu Lane, Lian'er shook her head and asked tentatively.

The woman walked very slowly, and before she knew it, she came to the bun shop she remembered so deeply. She looked up and continued to walk on her toes.

"Little Sparrow"

At this moment, a clear voice came to the woman's ears. The woman turned around in disbelief. When she saw the lingering figure in her heart, her eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, and she stood there blankly.

I was there, not knowing what to say.

A young man in fluttering white clothes stood on the other side of the street, waving the oil paper bag in his hand, smiling like the spring breeze blowing on his face.

"Should you eat donkey meat buns?"
Chapter completed!