Chapter 1100 (2/2)
However, there is no record for half a year.
The clue is broken!
……
Liu Zhao comforted Gu Jiu, ”I let Qian Fu continue to investigate.”
Gu Jiu slightly shakes his head, ”no! Zhitong's life experience is no longer important. If it is really their children, they erase all traces, it is clear that they do not want to be found out the truth. If it is not their children, but simply look a little similar, it is also possible, and it is meaningless to investigate. ”
”Don't you really want to check it out?”
Liu Zhao was a little surprised. He didn't expect Gu Jiu to give up the matter so easily.
”No more! Whether Zhitong is their child or not, I am happy for hopelessness and Huyang. There is a person in the world who looks like them, even if there is no blood relationship, it is a very lucky and wonderful thing. Maybe this is the so-called fate of Buddhism. Zhitong is predestined with Buddha, and it is natural that Zhitong is brought up by hopelessness. It is also natural to look like him. ”
Gu Jiu has figured it out!
This matter, she does not want to go to the bottom of the matter, let him become a secret that can never be solved.
She also ordered Deng Cunli to seal up the files of Huyang Princess mansion.
……
The wind is howling!
On a good day, Gu Jiu came to Beimang mountain.
Today is the day to set up a tomb for master hopeless.
The abbot of Xiangguo Temple personally leads the eminent monks of Xiangguo Temple to do a ritual for Wuwang.
Zhitong, as the only hopeless apprentice, personally put the hopeless relics into the coffin.
Gu Jiu is facing the cold wind and his eyes are moist.
She opened her eyes suddenly. Among the relics, there was a folding fan, a purse embroidered with gold thread, and a pair of poorly made socks.
It was a small gift given by Huyang to the hopeless.
Gu Jiu still remembers that Huyang showed off in front of her hand-made socks, saying that she sewed every stitch. I did needlework for the first time in my life. If I succeed, I will give it to the little monk.
What did she say?
She seems to give Hu Yang advice, ”make a new pair.”
Hu Yang even shook his head, as if to say, ”my hands are swollen when I make a pair of socks. Make another pair. No, no, no, no, no, no, No. This pair of socks, he wants to also want, does not have to want also
Over the years, I didn't expect to see this pair of extremely ugly, crimson socks again.
She stealthily wiped her tears.
Heart rolling ups and downs, a word can not be said.
Some people just miss it.
Some feelings are doomed to have no ending.
There are some things that no one can say clearly except the party concerned.
Seal the coffin, shovel the earth!
Gu Jiu stepped forward to shovel the soil in the honor of the empress.
She thought to herself, ”good day! A biography of famous people will be compiled in this palace, and your reputation will be passed on forever. ”
The mountains are howling and whimpering
It's like someone's crying.
The voice of the eminent monk chanting scriptures suddenly rose.
The wind is getting weaker.
Seal the soil!
Build a monument!
Looking at the distant imperial mausoleum, it is facing the princess tomb.
”Amitabha, I'd like to thank the empress for her kindness.”
Zhitong's eyes were red and he obviously cried.
”What is master Zhitong's plan for the future?” Gu Jiu asked.
Wisdom channel a Buddha's name, ”I will follow the abbot master, study Buddhism.”
”Very well! If you are in trouble and need help, you can leave a message at Xiaozhu. ”
”Thank you for your love! I have made my wish to set up a tomb for my master. The next step is to close the door and clean up. ”
Gu Jiu can't shut up.
As soon as I heard about the closure, I thought of master hopeless.
She opened her mouth, full of melancholy, countless words gathered into two words, ”take care
No longer nostalgia, Gu Jiu resolutely down the mountain.
The Sanskrit remains behind.
No hope in Xiliang, whether to sit high on the platform, recite scriptures, give alms to the world?
What kind of mood does he feel when he brings Zhitong from small to big and shaves Zhitong himself?
He relied on a breath, fearless of difficulties and dangers, supporting his body back to the capital, is it to look at the princess tomb from afar?
Dust to dust, earth to earth!
A man cannot be reborn after death.The living have to move on.