Chapter 3: Anti-Crossover Hope No.17 Temple of Rites (middle)
Tianzu Temple is very large.
However, this Buddhist temple with a dome hung with prayer flags, walls carved with statues of the four seasons, large incense burners inside and outside, a charity box as big as a Simmons mattress, and a lobby where you can run a Ferrari is Minmin's nightmare.
Having been kneeling here for a long time, someone's calf begins to show the early reaction of blood flow shortage, the arteries are squeezed and contracted, the veins are squeezed and stagnated, the muscles twitch irregularly, and we usually call this condition - numbness.
Minmin sighed, and began to do the third task to kill time after "counting sheep" and "estimating the measurements of the Tianzu Buddha statue" - warming up her voice.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!”
"Mim|mim-mim-mim|mim-mim-mim|mim-mim-mim--"
"Miss Min-Min--!"
The nanny who stood taller than the Buddha statue finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Miss Minmin, making noise in the temple is disrespectful to the Heavenly Ancestor! Our Miss Jiwen asked you to reflect on yourself in front of the Heavenly Ancestor for two hours. You'd better not make things difficult for me." As she spoke, she slapped the family law on her palm in a threatening manner...
Yes, yes, your beautiful but beastly Miss Snake used all kinds of outrageous means, which were euphemistically called etiquette training, but were actually revenge for personal gain, to torture me for more than two hours. Then, in order not to delay her afternoon tea time, she threw me here to kneel on the floor, and also granted you the power to punish me physically at any time and without permission, hoping to double the blow to my young heart! (Please read it all in one breath)
People say that women in ancient times, especially the ladies who never leave their houses, would get into trouble if they stayed in their boudoirs. Since ancient times, all the cruel, twisted and perverted torture methods were basically invented by these guys. Of course, the group of female scorpions in the harem was also a vital force. Jiwen was both a lady and an imperial concubine, so her actions were a practical implementation of the truth that "either you become bad in silence or you become perverted in silence"!
So I responded to the nanny who was ready to pull up her sleeves at any time with a blank expression, "Who said I was making a noise? This is the Buddhist scripture in our country. What do you know?"
"How can you recite scriptures from your country in front of our Buddha?" Of course, the nanny would not easily let go of me, a woman who had just caused her master to climb the carriage dozens of times. "You are disrespectful to the Heavenly Ancestor by reciting pagan scriptures in front of him! Today I will discipline you on behalf of the Heavenly Ancestor! This is a punishment from Heaven!" As she spoke, she began to enforce the family rules.
"Humph! I think you are the one who is disrespecting your noble Tianzu Buddha, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever heard of this saying? It's called: Buddha Dharma is boundless. Buddha has no national boundaries."
The nanny was stunned by the sentences I had tampered with.
"Or do you think that the great Buddha Tianzu is not capable enough to spread Buddhism throughout the world?" I added fuel to the fire.
"Of course not..." She panicked. She couldn't afford such ungodly behavior.
"So you are superficial! If you whip me today while I am worshipping Buddha, you will be slandering Buddha! Sooner or later, you will be struck by lightning and die miserably, with your body left in the wilderness..."
The nanny took a step back in fear and put down the family law in her hand, "You, you are talking nonsense! Then tell me, which Buddhist sect is this in your country?"
"Pepsi Charts!"
"How many followers are there?"
"At least 500 million! That's 500 million!" This is the truth...
"What's the name of your Buddhist scripture?"
"Ye Huimei"
"Which celestial being are you praising?"
"Jay Chou, the pop star."
"Please chant that Buddhist scripture for me!"
"Okay," I smiled, "Don't regret it. My Buddhist scriptures are basically addictive once you listen to them."
Then I rolled my tongue three times and sang "In the Name of the Father" as unclearly as I could, and with the help of crazy wooden beating, I rapped with a strong sense of rhythm! I also pinched my throat to make the Italian coloratura soprano scream with a religious tone...
Mammy collapsed...
A long time later, this nun led a group of believers to ask me what kind of god the Little King of Pop was, and how much money they had to donate every year to join the Pepsi Fengyun Church. With a sad face, I told her that this was an ancient church that had been lost for a long time, and kindly taught them the seven-word mantra of the church:
do,ri,mi,fa,sao,la,si……
Of course, these are things that happened later. Anyway, this fierce nanny was immediately immersed in my "heavenly sound" and couldn't extricate herself. Her eyes were dull for a long time, and she didn't know what day it was...
In order to help her better build and comprehend her inner self, I did not hesitate to give her a hard blow on the side of her carotid artery!
"Amen~"
After knocking her down with the most elegant smile, I couldn't wait to get up and refresh my stiff limbs. I stretched my legs, waist, and did a few brisk little jumps. Suddenly, I realized that this hall where Ferraris can run is a perfect stage!
The afternoon sun outside was infinitely bright, and the gentle spring breeze brought in waves of grass and soil fragrance, instantly breaking through the thousand-year-old withered incense in the temple! The breath of vitality came from all directions, and unknown birds sang a series of dripping and graceful songs! I felt inexplicably happy!
I took a standard ballet standing position, and spun through the entire temple like a white-feathered dove! There was no name for the dance steps, no origin for the tune, I just wanted to dance, laugh, and shout, and this sunny afternoon made me feel great!
Crossing the Golden Rule No. 6:
When the heroine falls, someone will definitely catch her! And this person is probably a handsome guy!
It turns out that the golden rule of crossing exists.
Every dance performed by the heroine is not in vain.
So, if you want to speed up the development of the plot in the future, you might as well move your arms and legs more.
So, when I fell backwards dizzy after doing three pirouettes, it was no surprise that a warm, broad embrace appeared.
I happily closed my eyes in the arms of this potential male protagonist No. n and asked:
"name."
A muffled laugh came from above my head, and then a sound like the sound of drums and gongs that I had never heard before entered my ears with a smile.
"...Los Angeles."
How, how can the voice be so beautiful! I can't wait to open my eyes to see who the voice belongs to...
Elegant gentleman!
This is the first word that comes to my mind. How can there be someone so handsome? !
If Xiao Shou is beautiful , the big fox is cold, and Guard Yang is cool, then this man is: elegant - and the kind of elegance that brings elegance to the fullest!
Looking at Minmin in a daze, Luo Cheng smiled, a charming arc slid out of his thin lips, and his eyes as black as ink instantly turned into a seductive whirlpool, making countless girls fall for him... If Xiao Shou would become a girl killer when he grows up, then this man is definitely a super upgraded version! Kill everyone from eight to eighty years old!
"Awesome!"
I blurted out unconsciously. This person seemed to be quite used to others' constant amazement of him, and ignored my random mumblings, playing with my short hair at ease...
"It's a very rare hairstyle... It's soft and cute, my little cat~" He lifted a strand of my hair and kissed it lightly.
I got goosebumps all over the floor!
I reflexively broke free from his embrace and took a step back. My good feelings towards this handsome guy were instantly reduced by 15%!
This guy... is a pervert... and a pervert...
kitten?
Disgusting～～～～～～～～～～～～My whole body felt a slight chill...
Seeing me trembling, the man chuckled, "Why? What are you afraid of? You asked for someone else's name but didn't tell me your own?"
Then he pulled out a folding fan like a magician, waved it elegantly and put on a typical flirting expression of a playboy, sticking to her like a piece of taffy. "May I ask your name, young lady?"
This guy seems to have an unusual interest in my short hair!
I shook off his claws that were messing up my hair, and suddenly I was quite reluctant to tell him my name. This mentality can probably be attributed to the sequelae of the adults' teaching us since childhood that "you should not eat candy given by strangers."
"You, who are you? Why should I tell you my name if you ask me? I won't tell you!" I pretended to be nice to him. Anyway, I was wearing a soft yellow gauze dress that the big fox forced on me this morning, and some unknown jewelry, which were probably not cheap. I thought it was more than enough to pretend to be a lady from a wealthy family.
There are probably very few people who don't bow down to his master fan. Hearing what I said, he raised his eyebrows to express his doubt, stepped back a little and looked up and down, "Is Xiao Mao his man?"
The expression on my face read: How did you know?
He chuckled, "Because today we are offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Ancestor, there are only two types of people who are qualified to enter this back hall: one is the royal family, and this year the one representing the royal family is His Highness the Fourth Prince. The other is the owner of the Heavenly Ancestor Temple. Since I am the latter, you must be the former."
"Are you a monk?" (What logic?)
“Isn’t that a pity?” Before I could see how he moved, this guy came close to me again, put his hands around my waist dishonestly, lowered his head and whispered in my ear: “The owner of Tianzu Temple is King Luo.”
May I have your name?
My name is Luo Cheng.
"Are you King Luo?!" I was horrified!
Then he denied himself.
“No, no… this is impossible…” Putting aside his appearance, this guy’s temperament and figure are very different from King Luo. It’s impossible that they are the same person.
"Hey, who are you? Are you the son of King Luo?"
"Heh... Prince Luo is only thirty years old, how can he have a son as old as me? However, I can tell you that although I am not Prince Luo's man, I can enter and leave Prince Luo's mansion freely. However, where Prince Luo is, I cannot be. Who do you think I am?"
My eyes darted from his flowing white robe to his fan, a must-have prop for a playboy, to the elegant and exquisite purse hanging from his waist that was obviously made by some clever and beautiful woman and the priceless jade pendant, to his arm that was clinging to my waist like sticky candy, and finally to his handsome smile that could kill anyone. I patted his shoulder with sudden realization...
"I see, you are indeed suited for this."
"What?"
"It's nothing. As long as everyone understands it, it's fine. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"What do you mean get out?"
"You know it yourself. Now, in exchange for my keeping your secret, you are not allowed to touch me."
"No~, just say whatever you want to say. As for me, just continue doing what I want to do..." As he said that, his big hands began to move around on my body.
This scoundrel!
"You, wait a moment!" She twisted his hand tightly, "Don't you think there is a virtue in your dynasty that men and women should not touch each other?"
"Well... yes, but Xiaomao is not an ordinary woman, right?" He smiled and easily got rid of my grip, continuing his exploration of me, "And I, also happen to be not an ordinary man..."
“Boom!”
I clapped my hands and stood up from beside someone who was lying on the ground, covering his vital parts and unable to move.
"Yes, you are indeed not an ordinary man," I smiled, "...you are a wolf cub."
To be honest, if I knew there would be such serious consequences later, I would never have kicked him. I would have let him touch me whenever he wanted and hug me whenever he wanted, and he would be fine when he got tired of me... I would not have kicked him if I had known... In the days that followed, I would often think like this...
I skipped out of the temple, turned around and made a face at him, "You're so arrogant as to be an adulterer of someone else's wife. Be careful of retribution, you pervert!" Then I ran away quickly!
While running around like a headless fly, I was fantasizing about escaping to heaven.
Of course, this unplanned and unprepared escape would not have a good result, so, in fact, before I could jump out of the backyard, I was caught by the god-like guard Yang and thrown in front of the big fox like a chicken. He carried me over the eaves and walls with one hand, and I suddenly realized an incredible fact: maybe this guard Yang's kung fu is very strong!
The big fox was holding a string of Buddhist beads and playing piously. He turned a blind eye to the ugly behavior happening right under his nose - kidnapping a decent woman in broad daylight. He didn't ask me why I didn't learn etiquette in the temple.
A piece of paper fell in front of me, and the big fox ordered expressionlessly, "Memorize it."
I scanned them and saw two poems, both expressing their devotion to the Buddha. The latter one was obviously more profound and spiritual than the former. I looked at the big fox with a questioning look.
“That was written to Master Ming Jing.”
"Master Mingjing?"
"The most accomplished monk in the late Ming Dynasty, he traveled all over the world, had a profound understanding of Buddhism, was proficient in astronomy and geography, and had a comprehensive knowledge of the past, present and future."
"The future?!" My eyes lit up!
"What?" The big fox glanced at me suspiciously.
"No, nothing, just continue!" After searching everywhere for a long time, I finally found it! Maybe this Master Mingjing is the key to my anti-time travel!
"Master Mingjing only meets with his destined person once a year, and only one person at a time. He speaks his mind and uses poetry to judge. This year, only two people came to see Master Mingjing. One is me, and the other is King Luo. The topic this time is worshiping Buddha. I want you to compete in poetry with King Luo as my adopted daughter, and you must lose to him."
“What about these two poems?”
"The last poem is written by King Luo, and the first one is yours."
"how about you?"
"I want you to represent me."
"Does that mean you lost to him? Humph... you are really good at pleasing your opponent." But, unfortunately, I don't intend to lose to anyone. I must meet Master Mingjing!
"I won't represent you, nor do I want to. Do you really think that asking me to deliberately lose to King Luo will please him?" I deliberately approached the big fox and smiled evilly, "If you invite me here, you must believe in my strength. Just wait and see!"
The fox's eyes suddenly turned dangerous as if provoked.
I don't care about you. I'm full of energy now! Poems about Buddha? No problem!
"Pen and ink at your service!"
"It's such a pity that Minmin is a daughter." Big Fox once commented like this after that incident.
"Wrong. The one who is regretful is not me who is a girl, but you who cares whether I am a boy or a girl." I answered him.
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I hate Master Mingjing's eyes, as if they are eyes of wisdom that see through everything, turning up the deepest mud in my heart. Minmin also has a pair of eyes like this. But Master Mingjing's eyes are detached, while Minmin's eyes are compassionate. I don't need compassion. I don't regret what I have done, and I always know clearly what I am doing.
Although Luo Wang is a martial artist, he has the eyes of a politician. This person can be a good ally or a good opponent. For now, I hope it is the former.
This Buddhist temple is filled with an aroma that has been burning for a thousand years, which has seeped into every floor tile and every pillar here. It has become stronger over time, and it is dull, holy, and suffocating.
The sound of Master Mingjing preaching and chanting and the murmurs of countless young monks beating wooden fish filled the entire Buddhist hall, like a haunting spell, the eternal Sanskrit sounds, suffocating me, suffocating, suffocating!
Luo Wang had chanted his poem, and the master was very satisfied. Yes, I knew that Luo Wang was also a person with great cultivation in Buddhism. Master Mingjing looked at me and briefly recalled the poem that Minmin had written on the paper. I hesitated whether to speak.
"Believe me! King Luo will definitely be impressed!" She looked at me with anticipation. What was she expecting?
"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself."
"Your Highness, please. I am all ears."
I hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly:
“…
The body is the Bodhi tree,
The heart is like a mirror,
Wipe it frequently.
Don’t let it attract dust.”
A question suddenly occurred to me: Was this poem really written by Minmin?
Master Mingjing was looking at me with strange eyes. I believe he was full of doubts just like me. But his question was: could such a poem really be written by someone with dirty eyes like me?
The master put his hands together, said a Buddhist commandment, and sighed: "This old monk is still inexperienced, and I can't recognize the person I'm destined to meet. Your Highness, please come in."
"Wait--a--!"
A crisp voice cut through the thousand-year-old Buddhist chanting in the ancient temple, disrespectful and rebellious. Along with the noisy voices and the door being kicked open, the dazzling sunlight outside rushed into the wide-open Buddhist hall like a whirlwind! The fresh wind swept away the feeling of suffocation! The corners of my mouth actually smiled unconsciously.
"Master, I have heard of you for a long time~"
The cat-like girl leaned against the door with a sly smile, the warm light playfully falling on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, the guards kneeling on the ground outside the door, the flash of surprise in Prince Luo's eyes, the momentary depth in the master's eyes that was difficult to discern, I pretended not to see it.
"Minmin, don't be rude." He walked over and pulled her behind him, bowing to the master, "This is my new adopted daughter. She is naughty and willful and doesn't know the rules. It's my fault for not disciplining her properly..."
"Young girl, you don't belong here, do you?" Master Mingjing suddenly interrupted me.
Minmin's eyes suddenly showed a joy that everyone could see, and she happily moved closer to the master.
"You really are a master! You figured out all this? That's amazing! Tell me, what else did you figure out?"
"Minmin, don't be disrespectful to the master!"
"Hmm~ I can see a lot of things, but it's a pity that the secret cannot be leaked~" The master seemed very happy and dealt with Minmin's nonsense with interest.
"What about the destined couple?"
"You could say half of it."
“Deal!”
"Minmin..." He pulled her over and lowered his voice, "Have you forgotten why you are here?" He had noticed just now that she was obviously more interested in the Master than King Luo!
"Of course I remember." She winked mischievously and added, "This is called killing two birds with one stone!"
Turning around, Minmin put her hands on her hips and said with full energy: "Master, let's follow the rules. Now I will also write a poem to see if I am the destined person, how about that?"
The master nodded.
Minmin raised her brush and wrote in one stroke, handing over a piece of paper. Master Mingjing glanced at it and his eyes suddenly became bright! He stared at Minmin and clasped his hands together and said, "Miss Minmin, you have excellent wisdom. Even if I have practiced Taoism for more than 60 years, I may not have such a transcendent mind! There are indeed people who are better than you. Please accept my respect!"
"Okay! Don't bother with those empty words. Come on, let's talk in the back!" Minmin pulled the master's sleeve and dragged him to the back hall. The two of them argued in a low voice:
"Well, since you admire me so much, can you tell me more?"
"That...six points."
"Too little, nine points!"
"Leaking the secret of heaven will shorten your life span by seven points!"
"That's too mean, at least eight points!"
"make a deal."
…
The two strange men walked away, leaving a room full of stunned mortals.
Minmin, this woman is really a treasure.
The poem written by Minmin that the master had left on the table was blown to the ground by the wind and slowly unfolded. Everyone in the Buddhist hall involuntarily came forward to take a look.
There is also a poem on the paper:
There is no Bodhi tree.
A bright mirror is not a stand.
There was nothing originally.
Where does the dust come from?
Minmin, who are you?
