Before Huizhu could speak, Huiqing exclaimed: "Mu Qingyu, are you Princess Liang? Are you a princess?" She looked at Mu Qingyu in disbelief, her eyes full of disbelief.

Although she is simple and doesn't understand many things, she is not stupid. She comes here alone without even a maid.

Even Hui Qing, who lives in the mountains, knows about Princess Liang? Is Chu Xinyuan so famous? Mu Qingyu shook her head and corrected: "It used to be, but not now! King Liang has given me a letter of divorce, so I am free now!"

Huizhu's face was still cold, with a hint of hatred: "Then you are still Mu Mingyuan's daughter!"

Mu Qingyu shook her head again: "I can only answer this question: I used to be, but I am not now. Mu Mingyuan and I signed a letter of renunciation. My biological mother is dead, and I only have my grandfather and uncle, but no father!"

Huizhu: "..."

Mu Qingyu's words sounded very complicated, and Hui Qing was confused as she murmured to herself: "Quit the letter? Cut off the letter? Are you too pitiful?"

For a woman to encounter either of these two things, it would already be a huge blow, right? What’s more, having both!

Mu Qingyu laughed, but she still shook her head and said: "You are wrong. Not only am I not pitiful, I am also very relaxed. If you are not kind and unkind, you are not worthy of being a leader. I am incompatible with that Mu family.

They belittled me, plotted against me, and plotted against me. They cut off the signature of the book. I can cut off this hypocritical and indifferent so-called family relationship. Isn't this my luck?"

"What about the divorce letter?" Huiqing asked sympathetically.

Mu Qingyu smiled and said: "Speaking of this matter, it is even more of a misunderstanding. I was tricked into marrying Prince Liang. He had to marry me and I had to marry. This doesn't sound like a good thing.

It is a happy thing to get the divorce letter and give me my freedom!"

Huizhu took a deep look at Mu Qingyu and saw that she was smiling broadly and calmly, with clear eyes. After all, she said nothing and turned around to go back to the house.

Mu Qingyu said: "Laity, stay here!"

Huizhu paused at his feet, and Mu Qingyu smiled brightly: "She hasn't told me who you are yet!"

Huizhu did not look back, her back was still facing Mu Qingyu and Huiqing, her back was thin, and her whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sadness. After a while, a faint laughter came, and Huizhu's voice became calm again.

, the sadness and overwhelming loneliness just now seemed to be just an illusion, she said calmly and calmly: "I have converted to Buddhism for more than ten years. What else should I be called besides Huizhu? The donor can just call me Huizhu!"

Mu Qingyu said: "Well, Master Huizhu, can I be lucky enough to eat vegetarian food today?"

Hui Qing was very embarrassed listening to it, tapping her toes in her shoes. Oh, how obsessed is this master with Su Zhai, knowing that his sister is in a bad mood, very bad! He even mentions Su Zhai,

The senior sister will definitely ignore her.

Why is such a beautiful donor not as sensible as her?

Huizhu paused for a while, and then said slowly: "The tent door welcomes the distinguished guests, and meeting each other is fate. I will be ordained soon. Since the donor came for vegetarianism, this meal is my last ordinary life."

!”

Is this...a promise?

Huiqing was stunned, and then showed a big smile. It was so good, and she could eat vegetarian food cooked by her senior sister.

In the past, the senior sister had two nuns to serve her, and one of them took care of almost every meal in the nunnery. But the food cooked by the senior sister was her favorite. Since the senior sister devoted herself to tonsure, she said that monks don’t need anyone.

After serving, the two nuns went back. After that, the master, uncle and senior sister took turns cooking the food in the nunnery. When she grew to ten years old, she also started to learn to cook.

After the nunnery declined outsiders, she actually often ate the vegetarian dishes cooked by her senior sister, but she couldn't eat them all. The vegetarian dishes cooked by her senior sister were so delicious that he never got tired of them. He could eat more than once!

Mu Qingyu stepped forward and left: "Businessman, how about I go and help you?"

"what ever!"

Mu Qingyu smiled and followed immediately.

The kitchen of Dixinju is at the back. There is a well there, which is actually a mountain spring well. Huizhu first carried a bucket to fetch water, and Mu Qingyu said: "I'll do it!"

Huizhu glanced at her arms and didn't listen to her, but the look probably meant: Don't bend your waist, those little arms and legs!

She carried a bucket of water into the kitchen, and Mu Qingyu said at the side: "Does the layman know my uncle?"

The water in Huizhu's hand rippled slightly, and her calm voice came: "I don't know you!"

"But you know that my uncle has not returned from the war!"

Huizhu said quietly: "More than ten years ago, everyone in the capital knew about it!"

"That's right!" Mu Qingyu said.

Next, Mu Qingyu spoke, and Huizhu sometimes answered, sometimes not, but her hands began to be busy with Suzhai.

The vegetables are picked in the vegetable garden next to it. I wash them by the stream. The clear water, green vegetable leaves, white vegetable stems, and Huizhu's gentle and slender hands make it a beautiful scene even just washing vegetables.

painting.

It was still early, so Huizhu prepared these things, but did not start doing them right away. Instead, he said to Mu Qingyu: "If the donor is busy with something, you might as well go first and come directly to have a meal at noon."

Mu Qingyu said: "Businessman, I want to learn how to make vegetarian food like you, is it okay?"

"what ever!"

Since Huizhu didn't mind, the matter was decided happily.

She said: "I will start at the first quarter of noon. There is still an hour left, so the donor can do as he pleases!"

Mu Qingyu nodded. Since he is here, according to etiquette, he should go see the abbot.

After going out and returning to the yard, Hui Qing was squatting under a bush of flowers, looking bored.

Mu Qingyu looked funny and said: "Little Master Huiqing!"

Huiqing raised his head, stood up and said, "Donor! Are you going to see the abbot?"

Mu Qingyu nodded and said, "Can you please lead the way?"

Huiqing smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up and she said, "Abbott Master is meditating in the Zen room. Donor, please come with me!"

There is a small path in the gaps between the irregular semicircular buildings on the periphery of the courtyard. Crossing the path and going up the mountain road, there is also a small courtyard with only two rooms.

There are no flowers and plants here, only trees growing naturally in the mountains. It is remote and quiet.

Mu Qingyu asked Huiqing softly: "Does the abbot live so far away?"

Huiqing also said softly: "The abbot, the master, does meditation on weekdays and does not allow food to be delivered, so we will not disturb us. If she calls us for something, she will come out by herself or ring a bell, and we will go there when we hear it.

Already."

She whispered again: "Early this morning, the abbot rang the bell. When I heard it, I came over. The abbot said there was a visitor at the door and asked me to greet him. As soon as I went out, I met you, the donor!"

Mu Qingyu looked at a thin rope between the branches, smiled and nodded.

She looked back again and found that she couldn't see the nunnery gate here, and she didn't know if the mountain gate could be seen from where the abbot master was. If not, how would she know she had arrived?

Continuing to climb the stairs, Hui Qing became much calmer when she arrived here.

Walking into the courtyard, the door of the Zen room on the right was open. Hui Qing said to the door: "Abbott Master, the guests have arrived!"

Looking in the direction of Huiqing's gaze, there was a female nun sitting cross-legged on the futon in the Zen room. After seeing Jingsi, Mu Qingyu thought that the abbot master might be middle-aged or even old in his forties, but

Unexpectedly, the nun turned out to be only in her twenties, not much older than Huiqing, and had a thin figure.

The nun's eyes fell on Mu Qingyu, her eyes were calm and peaceful.

This kind of calmness and tranquility is even calmer and tranquil than that of Jingsi. When I see Jingsi, I just feel that she makes people feel very comfortable. Just one look at her will make my heart calm down. However, when I see this woman

Yes, it will give people a feeling that the world is so peaceful!

Mu Qingyu walked over.

The nun nodded slightly: "You're here! Come in!"

It's a very ordinary way of greeting, but it seems to have deep meaning.

Before Mu Qingyu could speak, Hui Qing said calmly: "Hold on, Master Abbot, I'm going back first!"

After saying that, when the nun nodded, she left quickly.

Mu Qingyu walked in the door generously and said, "Master Jingqing is so nice!" She was sure that she could not see beyond the bamboo fence of Dixin Temple from anywhere in the courtyard.

Jingqing smiled at her and said, "I thought you didn't want to see me!"

Mu Qingyu noticed her self-promotion and raised her eyebrows, saying: "I don't want to see you, but I thought since I came here to ask for vegetarian food, I probably have to see you out of courtesy.

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"Please sit down!" Jingqing nodded with a smile and said, "I thought you just didn't want to see the old monk who held the Dharma meeting, but now it seems that you don't even want to see him!"

Mu Qingyu laughed and sat on another futon.

Master Xuan Yu, the abbot of Baiyun Temple who held the Dharma Hall, was very famous, so she didn't want to see him. But she didn't expect that among the several nunneries under the mountainside, one of the most remote places she was looking for, even though the abbot inside had no reputation,

But it is hidden deep inside.

She said: "You guessed it right, I don't really want to meet outsiders. However, I don't mean to belittle you!" On the contrary, I take it too seriously, so I don't want to cause trouble for myself.

Jingqing asked her: "Would you like to drink Zen tea?"

“Isn’t Zen tea tea?”

Jingqing smiled and said: "It's just tea, it just sounds nicer!"

Mu Qingyu said: "Drink!"

Jingqing got up from the futon and walked to the corner of the Zen room, where there was a small stove, purified water and tea.

The whole room is spotless. The tea cups and pots are made of fine porcelain and are pure white, making them reflect people's shadows.
To be continued...