Chapter 148 Nanman has many strange yin, mutual insoluble with babies

Lin Jiangzhu pondered slightly and casually said, "Since she picked it up next to the snow hidden tree, why don't you take the word 'Xueyin', which is also chic and interesting."

"What? Xue Yin?" The baby girl's blood suddenly surged.

was about to attack when he only heard Zhen Shimeng praise him: "Wonderful, the most wonderful. Sister Jiangzhu casually picked up the word 'Xueyin', which is taken from the name of the divine tree, which not only implies that her surname is related to wood; but also, as far as the word 'Xueyin' is concerned, 'Xue' portrays the girl's ice skin and jade skin bullying the frost and snow, just like Jiangzhu's sister; and the word 'hidden' is exactly fits with the meaning of Buddhism, and Corresponding to the word "eun" of my disciple Zhen Yudun - this pair of brothers and sisters are vividly reflected in the lines!"

The more he said, the more incisive and reasonable he felt. He actually danced and said with great joy, "Lin Xueyin, Lin Xueyin, it's really the best."

Lin Jiangzhu couldn't help but be surprised and moved when she heard him tell the previous paragraph. He thought of everything she thought of; he also thought of what she didn't think of for a moment. It can be called a confidant. But when he heard him mention the word "Lin Xueyin", his face suddenly changed and said, "When did the girl's surname 'Lin'?"

Zhen Shimeng said, "You recognize her as your daughter... Well, female disciple. If she is not surnamed Lin, can she still be surnamed Zhen?

Lin Jiangzhu was blocked by him and thought to himself that if her surname was Lin, she would obviously recognize her daughter; if her surname was Zhen, but she was raised in Jiangzhu'an, would others not think she was the daughter of the two of them? No, it won't work.

Seeing that her face was worried, Zhen Shimeng enlightened: "One day as a teacher, she is like her parents all her life. What's wrong with her surname Lin? Besides, do you and I still care about other people's gossip? What's more, she was born under the snow hidden god tree and took the surname of double 'wood'. How reasonable it is!"

Lin Jiangzhu heard that he seemed to be far-fetched and reasonable, but ignored him.

But the baby girl Lin Xueyin blushed with urgency. Don't want this name. It is the name of the toilet handed down from the Song Dynasty. Even if the name is quiet, after all, it makes people who know the details feel unlucky.

Lin Xueyin looked at the three people and had a sense of identity with the name, so she knew that even resistance was an irrevocable conclusion. I had to turn my heart and secretly admit my fate, "Xueyin is Xueyin. Who else will know that such a beautiful name comes from the toilet?"

At least it is also the name of a Buddhist toilet. Da Ya is vulgar, and Da vulgar is like Da Ya. Isn't all kinds of things in the world transformed in this way?

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After placing Lin Xueyin's daughter, Zhen Shimeng was relieved, but he was entangled in some complex moods. He vaguely felt that his life would change a lot in the future. However, as Jiangzhu's sister said, you can't interfere too much, and it's better to let nature take its course. If you insist on obstructing it and violate its fate, it will stir up thousands of waves with one stone.

Thinking of this theory, Zhen Shimeng couldn't help recalling some incomplete fragments of the past.

After Sister Lin's death, his heart also followed her. The world is imprisoned in the mode of golden jade good relationship, and the bonsai is generally preset his marriage and love with others. And all this to him is just a programmed walking corpse. He is empty to the wife of the bridal chamber, and his mind and soul have long been out of his mind. Deep in her heart, whether it was bitter or desolate, but he lost his heart for Sister Lin, so he didn't care about the rest.

I'm afraid only he and the woman can understand the details of the good mandarin duck in the eyes of the world. Every day, they respect each other and mechanically repeat the boring life.

What can you say? I didn't love before, but I still don't love, which is the whole reason. No matter how plump and snow-white the arms are, and how smooth the skin is, unfortunately, it is not Sister Lin's, but born on the body of a person who has a gap with Sister Lin. It's tasteless.

A year later, the family fell, the prosperity dispersed, and the birds fell into the forest. There is no need for him to be detained for the secular world anymore. The north wind roared, rolled up his cloak and coat, leaving a string of deep and shallow footprints on the white land. He finally broke his family and vulgarity, put it into the empty door together with this body skin, and fulfilled the vow of cutting his hair as a monk for Sister Lin.

He only expected that he would never have a chance to see Sister Lin again. Coupled with the impermanence of fate, the vicissitudes of the world were cold and warm. In addition to the increasingly clear and empty eyes, his face in the past was getting old and rough, and his beard was as messy as grass. In Buddhism, the dusty heart is becoming more and more empty, and all kinds of thoughts return to the truth in the underworld. The true temperament is gathered in one place, and it is beyond a fairyland-like place in time and space, which is this beautiful Jiulian Buddha Heart Mountain.

That day, he swam to the lakeside of Jingjian Lake and suddenly saw a woman leaning against the bamboo, standing affectionately. The slender and romantic back was so familiar, as if it was as clear as yesterday after several reincarnations. He was stunned. Who was that woman? How could it shake his calm heart?

When I looked at it again, the woman had dissipated. Later, when I asked passers-by, I knew that she was the legendary Jiangzhu fairy. It was originally a fairy grass. In order to repay the kindness, it ran out of tears and broke my heart, leaving only a touch of ethereal soul after death. Because of his heartless, Li Hate will no longer take him in. Therefore, she cultivated her character at the peak of Jiulian Foxin Mountain. Every full moon night, people who accidentally pass by Jingjian Lake can hear the heavenly sound of her singing poems and playing flute.

but he said that after practicing Buddhism, he forgot any past, even his own name and the sister hidden in his heart. Unexpectedly, when he came to this fairyland, a person would appear, which made him feel so familiar.

He visited her at Lianfeng on the west side, but he couldn't see her. He also met her by the lake several times, but before he could see her clearly, she had passed by lightly. The distant and indifferent look, as if she didn't know him.

In order to wait for that feeling, he stayed on the top of Lianfeng on the east side. Following the layout of the opposite side, he engraved the word "Shimeng Temple" at the entrance of the cave, and named it Zhen Shimeng.

One night, the moonlight was bright, and the pearl fairy said to a white begonia: "Steal the pear stamen three cents..." Just as he was about to chant the next sentence, a man came from the shade, clapped his hands and sighed, and took a sentence: "Borrow a wisp of plum blossom."

The pearl fairy couldn't help but be shocked. Who came to guess her next sentence?

Looking at it, it turned out to be a local and old monk. Usually, I seem to have met, but I haven't even rubbed my shoulders, so I don't socialize.

In this month, we can't help looking at each other's faces. At the moment when their eyes met, the two collapsed to the ground with a bang. The lost heart of the monk Shimeng returned, and the broken heart of Jiangzhu Fairy also coincided. The two seemed to be scattered and virtual, and finally gathered into physical bodies. However, their immortal practice for many years has been destroyed, but stored in the form of mortal martial arts internal skills. They have changed from mindless immortal Buddhas to wizards.

For a long time, after the word of mouth of mouth of the people in Fangyuan, we all know that there are two aliens at the peak. The woman's plain veil covers her face and clothes are floating, and the monk's face is compassionate and his eyes are full. So on the first day of each month, people began to come to worship the temple. Jiangzhu and Shi Meng also slightly dialed them, which later took shape of the custom of men and women.

If they don't meet, they will have no sadness or joy, and they will fade out of the dust. And once we meet, we will rub the air and evoke many right and wrong. Every time, it was Zhen Shimeng who took the lead and carefully went to apologize, and then Lin Jiangzhu turned angry and happy.