MTL - The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor-Chapter 1115 Relics, love

Chapter 1115: Relics, love

Xue Tuanzi’s words made Mo Yan even less willing to accept the inconspicuous little wooden box given by Master Dujie. But Master Dujie didn't seem to hear her words of rejection. He stubbornly stretched out the hand holding the small wooden box in front of her and refused to take it back no matter what she said.

"Yan Yan, this old monk has two brushes. He must have some intention in giving it to you. Just accept it!" Seeing that Mo Yan refused to accept it, Xue Tuanzi was so anxious in the space that he wanted to jump. Come out and accept it by yourself: "This may be our opportunity. If you accept this old monk's things, you can return them when you find an opportunity in the future."

Although it can't see clearly what's in the box, it can feel that what's inside is very, very important to it. If it misses it, it will definitely regret it to death.

Xue Tuanzi's persuasion put Mo Yan in a bit of trouble. Seriously speaking, she was too timid. She was worried that by accepting the wooden box from Du Jie, she would owe him a favor and one day she would have to pay a huge price. repay.

She holds an ancient jade space in her hand. Even though the space is against the sky, she has never been proud of it. She always regarded herself as an ordinary person and tried her best to protect the people and things she wanted to protect. No matter how much she wanted to protect, she would not think about it at all. She was afraid that she would not be able to do it if she thought too much.

As if he could see what Mo Yan was struggling with, Du Jie's expression remained unchanged and his voice remained calm: "This thing has its best destination only in the hands of the donor. It is just a dead thing in the hands of others. The donor can take it as much as he wants. No need to worry.”

Mo Yan's face turned slightly red after his thoughts were read. He hesitated again and again, but finally lost to Du Jie's insistence and Xue Tuanzi's persuasion, and solemnly took the small wooden box.

It is strange to say that it is obviously an ordinary small wooden box that cannot be placed in an ordinary wooden box, but the warmth of the tentacles is completely different from that of an ordinary wooden box. There was an intoxicating aroma vaguely emanating from the box. Mo Yan thought she had smelled it wrong, so she took it closer and smelled it carefully, and found that it was indeed the aroma coming from the wooden box.

 The scent was strange, not like anything she knew. The box alone is so mysterious, and the contents inside must be even more extraordinary. Mo Yan was really curious about the contents of the small wooden box and couldn't help but ask: "Master Crossing Tribulation, can you tell Xinnu what is inside?"

"After the donor returns, you will know after you open it." Du Jie did not say anything clearly, but it seemed to have settled a worry. The aura lingering around him became weaker and weaker, as if it would dissipate with the wind at any time, like becoming an immortal, which made Mo Yan's heart A bad feeling came over me.

Waiting for Mo Yan to say anything else, Master Dujie turned around and returned to the meditation room, slowly closing the door. Obviously what he wanted to do was to hand the small wooden box to Mo Yan.

Going back out with mixed feelings, Mo Yan unexpectedly met Liao Kong at the door who had never left. She quickly put away the small wooden box and bowed to the sky.

When Liao Kong saw the small wooden box that had been put away, his expression unexpectedly calmed down, and he said seriously: "If the donor had not broken off the earthly connection, you would definitely have a good fortune when you entered my Buddhist door."

Mo Yan’s lips twitched slightly. Does this mean she has the potential to be a nun? Not knowing how to answer, she smiled dryly and kept silent.

 Liao Kong also smiled and couldn't help but remind him: "The donor will have a disaster in the near future. Although there is no danger, the donor should still be more careful and guard against rumors and murder."

Mo Yan's heart trembled, and she solemnly thanked him: "Thank you very much for the reminder."

Liao Kong had no reason to deceive her. Since he saw that she was going to have a disaster recently and didn't tell her how to avoid it, then there must be a disaster and she couldn't escape it.

After saying goodbye to Kong Kong, Mo Yan was guided by the little novice monk to the meditation room assigned to him. The other people’s meditation rooms were arranged next door.

Hearing the laughter and laughter coming from one of the rooms, Mo Yan paused for a moment. She looked at the small wooden box in her hand, but did not go in and went straight back to her Zen room.

Hearing the familiar footsteps outside, Xiao Ruiyuan opened the door and walked out, when he heard the sound of the door closing in the second adjacent room. He hesitated for a moment, but did not knock on the door.

Mo Yan closed the door, and at Xue Tuanzi's urging, she carefully opened the dusty wooden box, only to find that there were only a few golden round particles inside. There are eight of these particles, each one is only the size of a pigeon egg. The texture is very light and it can be concluded that it is not gold, nor any other metal or ore.

Worried about breaking it, Mo Yan didn't dare to hold it with his hands. He only looked at it several times in front of the light. Unable to figure out what it was, he asked about the snow dumpling: "What on earth is this? What can it do to you?" use?"

"It's the relic!" Xue Tuanzi said solemnly, his tone full of admiration: "It was left behind by the monks after they passed away. It contains the power of faith and merit accumulated throughout their lives."

If you just looked at the appearance, Xue Tuanzi wouldn't know what it was, but just now it activated its secret technique and traced the origin of the golden particles, and then knew their origins, and instantly understood those who could cultivate the relics. The eminent monk stood in awe.

 "Relics? It's actually relics!" Mo Yan was surprised. No matter in modern times or in this life, she often heard people mention relics.

It is said that the relic is obtained by a person through the practice of precepts, concentration, wisdom, and his own great vows. It is very rare and precious. Since Xue Tuanzi can feel that it contains a lot of power of faith and merit, there must be nothing wrong with it.

 No wonder, no wonder Dujie said that this thing was just a dead thing in the hands of others, but she had long known that she needed a lot of merit and the power of faith. This priceless gift was really something she couldn't afford.

In Xue Tuanzi’s narration, Mo Yan gradually understood the origin of these eight relics.

Thousands of years ago, an eminent monk built Baohua Temple with the help of good men and women and alms money. At that time, Baohua Temple was far from the scale it is today, but it became very popular after it was built. It soon became famous among the many temples, nunneries, and Taoist temples in the capital. More and more people came to visit it, and now it has become one of the most popular temples in the capital. The first monastery.

The Taoist monk who presided over the construction of Baohua Temple asked his apprentice to be the presiding officer. He practiced with great concentration in the back mountain and rarely appeared in front of others. No one knows his true age. They only know that when he passed away, Baohua Temple had already existed for hundreds of years.

After the eminent monk was cremated, the presiding officer at the time, his disciple, discovered a golden relic in his remains. He followed his master's orders and kept it in a box.

Later, another eminent monk practiced asceticism in the place where the previous eminent monk practiced asceticism. He also passed away a hundred years later and also left a golden relic, which was also placed in a box for preservation.

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 Thousands of years have passed, and there has always been an eminent monk who has devoted himself to ascetic cultivation in the back hill of Baohua Temple, and who passed away a hundred years later. To this day, these eight relics are left behind.

These eight eminent monks who have devoted themselves to ascetic cultivation have another thing in common. They all share the same dharma name - crossing the tribulation!

"Yan Yan, Master Dujie gave you this box, maybe it was related to the catastrophe decades later! In your first life, the Chu Dynasty collapsed, the people were in dire straits, and the Baohua Temple was also destroyed in a fire. I It is speculated that the first tribulation master might have a glimpse of the secrets of heaven, and he could predict the disaster a thousand years later, and then he would build Baohua Temple and use the power of merit to resolve this catastrophe." Xue Tuanzi guessed that it could only be seen based on the relics. When looking at the scenes about the relics, one cannot get a glimpse into the psychology of these eight masters.

"Your guess may be correct, but Emperor Hui'an is still alive and Chu Heng is also alive and well. It is unlikely that Da Chu will follow the same path in that life. Master Dujie gave me such a precious relic, but it was me who I got a big advantage." Mo Yan held the box and felt that it weighed a thousand kilograms in her hands.

"Some things are beyond human control. Just because Da Chu has not followed the old path does not mean that the disaster will not come! Furthermore, it was you who changed the history of Da Chu. These eight relics were given to you by Master Du Jie. Maybe, with them, I will be able to transform into another form as soon as possible. If that catastrophe really happens again, since I have received this benefit, I will definitely find a way to prevent it."

 Xue Tuanzi is unwilling to give up what he has got, especially if it can help him gain freedom as soon as possible. However, it also knows very well that nothing in the world comes for free, and you have to pay as much as you get, which is fair.

Mo Yan just felt a little emotional and didn't think about sending the things back. Seeing Xue Tuanzi being so anxious, he couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, this thing was specially given to you by Master Dujie. I won't make any decisions on my own. However, how can the merits and the power of faith in the relics be attributed to you?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Tuanzi finally felt relieved and said in a cheerful tone: "It's very simple, just put the relics and merit beads together! But don't put them away now. After I reach the ninth level, I can break through the ninth level in one fell swoop." Level 10, when the time comes to use the power of these beliefs to transform, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

 Mo Yan couldn't help but get a headache when he heard that it could only be used after reaching the ninth level. After working hard for so long, she has accumulated a lot of merit, but the amount of merit required to go from the seventh level to the eighth level is too much, and she is still a little behind.

Soon, another group of retired soldiers from the border will come. It is possible to break through the seventh level in one fell swoop. However, the merit required from the eighth level to the ninth level must be at least doubled. I am afraid it will not take ten or eight years. It’s impossible.

Xue Tuanzi was much more optimistic than Mo Yan. It comforted happily: "This is already very fast. If you think about it, it will take more than ten years in modern times to reach the sixth level. It has only been more than four years since we have been here, and we are almost there." It’s reached the eighth level. Besides, the great plague will break out in eighteen years. If you work harder in the past few years and solve this plague, you can smoothly rise to the ninth level. When you reach the ninth level , and then use the relics, I will reach the tenth level in no time, and I will be free in eighteen years at most."

 Eighteen years? The corners of Mo Yan's lips twitched. Eighteen years later, she might have become a grandmother. If she got married early next year and gave birth to a daughter by the end of the year or early the next year.

Mo Yan's heart ached when she thought that Xue Tuanzi had been imprisoned in that dimension for who knows how many thousands of years. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long that she felt that eighteen years was very short, but her eighteen years were thousands of years long!

No matter what, she can't relax in these eighteen years, and there are many things she can do. Now, the student aid mechanism of various academies in the capital is already in operation, and many problems have arisen in the process. Fortunately, after improvements, it has become more and more perfect, and has won high praise for Emperor Hui'an and Chu Heng.

Mo Yan didn't need these false names, but the merit she wanted actually fell on her head. During this period, the red lines on the merit bead increased every day. Although there were not many, mosquitoes were still flesh no matter how small they were. This It is originally a process of accumulation.

 When the student aid mechanism is extended to other places next year, the merits will grow faster and faster. But this alone is not enough. If the cost of studying can be reduced, not only that everyone can study, but at least those who want to study can have it, it will be great.

This is Mo Yan’s next plan, so she will earn a lot of money from rich people through orchards and wineries, and then invest the money in teaching. The merit generated in this way may not have to wait until eighteen years to promote the space to the ninth level.

However, this is not a trivial matter. If something goes wrong, the trouble it will cause will be quite annoying. It requires long-term planning and step-by-step implementation.

With a rough plan in mind, Mo Yan took a long breath and sent the small wooden box containing the relics to the space. After letting Xue Tuanzi keep it for herself, she walked out of the space. As soon as she opened the door of the Zen room, she saw what was standing there. Xiao Ruiyuan is outside the door.

Xiao Ruiyuan stared at Mo Yan closely. Seeing that there was no difference in her expression, he did not ask her why Master Kong wanted to find her. He just said: "This is the first time for Xin'er and Sheng'er to come here. They want to take advantage of the opportunity." It was not dark and I looked around, but my mother-in-law seemed a little uncomfortable, and my father-in-law planned to stay and take care of them, so he asked us to watch the two of them."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan hurriedly walked towards the meditation room where her parents were: "I'll check my mother's pulse first. If there's nothing wrong, we'll take the two little ones around for a while."

Xiao Ruiyuan naturally had no objection and followed him up.

"Yan'er, is your mother okay?" Seeing Mo Yan take back her hand, Mo Qingze asked nervously.

The few people were chatting happily just now, but Cui Qingrou suddenly vomited, making the others nervous for a while.

Mo Yan glanced at her father, her eyes flashed slightly, and said: "It's okay, mother is fine! It's just that her foundation is not as good as ours, and she rarely moves around on weekdays. Today, walking from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, my body is a little overwhelmed. Today You'll be fine if you get a good night's sleep! However, in the next few days, Dad, please don't let Mom get tired, and let Mom take good care of her."

There is indeed no big problem, but she didn't expect that her father would be so energetic at his age. I'm afraid that since the night of the wedding, there have been no shortage of night activities. Although I am tired from hiking today, it has a lot to do with not having a good rest in the past few nights. She could tactfully remind Liu Tinglan, her best friend, about this kind of thing, but she was too embarrassed to talk to her father about it. It's a good thing for parents to love each other, but it's not good if it's too much. I don't know if her father has been alone for too long.

　　Well, when she gets home, she can cook some more medicinal food for her father. Mo Yan secretly thought about it, and unconsciously thought of going somewhere else.

Mo Qingze blushed, not sure whether his daughter was saying it casually or hinting at something. Unable to look directly at his daughter's face, he coughed dryly, lowered his head and said, "Dad knows, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Cui Qingrou, who was leaning on the bed, looked at her blushing husband who dared not look at her daughter. She suddenly understood something and wanted to get under the quilt. Her fair face turned red completely.

Mo Yan looked at her parents like this and endured it again and again before she burst out laughing. She was sure that her father would be furious if they laughed this time, and he might even drive them all back in anger.

Xin'er and Sheng'er were still young, and their daughter's family didn't understand anything. Xiao Ruiyuan was an older virgin, so he didn't know much about this kind of thing. The three of them saw that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but they didn't know what the blame was. Their eyes were on the other three I wandered around my body, always feeling like I missed something important.

In the end, Mo Qingze couldn't resist, and urged him angrily: "Don't you want to go out for a walk? It will get dark if you don't go."

Mo Yan had a hard time holding back her smile, so she quickly ran to pull her two sisters: "Let's go quickly, dad is angry." After saying that, before the two sisters could ask "why dad is angry," he pulled them ran away.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruiyuan chased after him without waiting for his father-in-law to urge him.

 Mo Qingze and Cui Qingrou were the only ones left in the room. Their eyes met and they looked away embarrassedly. After a moment of silence, Mo Qingze stepped forward and reached out to untie his wife's clothes.

"What are you doing?" Cui Qingrou covered her clothes, leaned back, and looked at her husband defensively, as if looking at a prostitute.

Mo Qingze couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly explained: "I just want to help you take off your clothes so that you can sleep more comfortably."

 Cui Qingrou blushed even more, but she did not let go of her hand: "I can untie myself. Husband, you, please go out first."

Mo Qingze stood motionless and asked in a low voice, "Madam, you don't believe in being a husband?"

Cui Qingrou wanted to admit it, wanted to say that none of what you said on the bed was true, but looking at her husband's gloomy face, she swallowed the truth: "I don't have it. It's just a small matter like undressing. I can do it myself." That’s good.”

Mo Qingze seemed not to notice his wife's reluctance, and once again stretched out his hand to untie her clothes without refusal: "My wife is tired today, so I will let my husband serve you for a while."

Cui Qingrou saw that she couldn't get away, so she simply let him go. She was not feeling well right now, and she didn't believe that this person could act recklessly in this meditation room regardless of her feelings.

Mo Qingze was indeed not messing around. After taking off his wife's clothes, he began to unbutton his own clothes. Finally, he lay down next to his wife with his close-fitting clothes and insisted on holding her in his arms: "Are you there?" It's hard to fall asleep in a familiar place, my husband is by your side, you can sleep peacefully."

Cui Qingrou raised her head suddenly and looked at her husband in disbelief, wondering why he knew this.

Mo Qingze touched his wife's head and said with a smile: "We have been sleeping in the same bed for a few days. How can a husband not notice this?"

Cui Qingrou's eyes suddenly turned red, and her face was buried deeply in her husband's arms...

Regarding the formation of the relics, dear friends, you can check the information. It is blurred here according to the needs of the plot, so please don’t be too particular!

 (End of this chapter)