In the middle of winter, the lush pine and cypress on the dust peak towers into the clouds.

One by one, the pine needles fell to the ground in the breeze.

The bright sunlight shone through the cracks in the pine forest, and sprinkled the stars all over the place.

Occasionally, there are a few voices and birdsong, but there is no sign of people or birds.

Along the mottled stone path, winding to the end, is a temple.

The green tile roof, the black wood beams, the white stone wall, and the wooden plaque read: Matsuma Temple.

In this temple, there are only three people in this temple: Qi Xing, the abbot Wuwen and the warrior monk slaughtered.

Under the rare warm winter sun, the black lacquered gate of the temple is half open, and only the attic in the front yard can be seen.

Qi Xing sat on a chair in the gray and white monk's robe.

The firewood under the stove next to him was crackling and burning.

On it hung a copper kettle of hot, gurgling green plum tea.

He held a scripture book in his hand and read it carefully, his side face was very cold, but he was extremely handsome.

Under the attic, another man was sturdy, dressed in brown clothes.

The monk, who is light and powerful, dances his sword in the courtyard.

I saw that he flew with a sword, and a few dead leaves on the begonia tree in the front yard were shaken down.

"Alas, these fallen leaves are really a disappointment. The sturdy monk paused, put away his sword, and said displeasedly.

"Slaughter, your heart, uncertain. Qi Xing in the attic said softly.

The monk called Tu Tu looked up at Qi Xing, and was a little stunned for a while.

After knowing Qi Xing for all these years, I found out that I hadn't looked at him carefully.

He had never seen a man look so good, with a nose, eyebrows, eyes, and lips that were almost perfect.

Although it is a temperament that no one should enter, the eyebrows are full of sadness, which arouses people's desire to protect.

"You are determined, sitting there reading all day long, not to gain fame!"

"What's the use of reading these books? Slaughter shook his head.

Drive away all those strange thoughts, said disgustedly.

I saw Qi Xing flying down from the attic, and the wide monk's robe swayed.

He took the sword from the slaughter's hand, held it in his hand, and danced.

The soft breeze blows the willows, the rigidity and softness are combined, and the strength is stronger and spicy.

After a sword dance, the begonia tree did not move at all, let alone the dead leaves.

Tu Slay looked at Qi Xing's cold face in surprise.

Come to yourself and put the sword back in your hand.

"Your swordsmanship has reached this realm!"

"A hundred times stronger than me!" exclaimed Slaughter.

"Not really. Qi Xingfei returned to the attic, dusted off his clothes, sat down and continued to read.

"It's just your heart, uncertain!" Qi Xing continued with a glance at the slaughter.

Tu Slaughter said angrily: "You don't even pay attention to me, you are determined." ”

"I have nothing to say to you. Qi Xing still looked at the scriptures with an expressionless face, and did not look up.

Tu Slaughter was speechless, and said angrily: "Qi Xing, you can just watch! Sooner or later, you will look like a fool!"

"No questions, when will you return?" Qi Xing asked, closing the scriptures, looking at the door.

"I don't know, he has always been uncertain about his whereabouts, and he remembered where to go. ”

"It's not early, I'm going down the mountain to buy. Tu Scar said, striding towards the outside of the temple.

Not long after, the slaughter returned, and he walked into the main hall with a sad face.

Immediately, after a moment, he walked out of the temple gate again with a cloth bag on his back.

Qi Xing pursed his lips slightly and smiled, thinking to himself: This slaughter is always so careless.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it was already a deep winter wind, and the coolness was getting stronger.

Qi Xing picked up the copper kettle on the stove and poured a cup of green plum tea in the copper cup at hand.

Take a sip, the initial sourness, but the sweetness will last for a long time.

He looked at the mountains in the distance, the faintly visible city buildings, everything was so beautiful.

There was no sudden change, and suddenly, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed, for he did not know when the storm would come again.

This Matsuma temple is not very large, and there is a thousand-year-old begonia tree planted in the front yard.

The abbot of the temple said that he had planted the tree for one person.

The main hall is divided into two floors, and a solemn Buddha statue sits on the first floor.

The second floor is the library attic, and Qi Xing reads in it almost every day until late, and he lives in it.

Behind the hall are two chambers, where no questions and slaughter live.

Wu Wen is the abbot of this Matsuma Temple, and it has always been.

This Matsuma Temple has always been there, and I don't know how long it has been standing.

Wuwen is extremely chic by nature, always carrying a wine jug at all times.

Slaughter once wanted to taste the wine in the jug, but found that the cork could not be opened at all.

Without asking, he smiled and said that the slaughter had nothing to do with this wine, so he couldn't taste this sweetness!

He also likes to make friends with poets, study poetry and songs, and like to give people divination.

I like to purify sentient beings, like to wander around, and often do not return to the temple for several years.

Qi Xing once asked him after he was drunk without asking, "Why don't you want to stop?"

Wuwen stroked the wine jug, and said drunkenly: "In this world, no matter joys and sorrows, life and death are separated. ”

"Everyone will eventually return to a handful of dust, so why bother to cling to many dead knots that cannot be untied!"

This seems to be a sentence that does not answer the question, but it is an obsession without asking, and it is also the unwillingness to go together.

Warrior monk slaughter, as his name suggests, is a martial idiot, believing in killing to stop killing.

He used to be the general who guarded the pass, but in the middle of the night when the moon was broken and the spring breeze was broken.

Covered in blood, he came to Matsuma Temple, please ask him three questions to the Buddha.

As for which three questions they were, they didn't know if they didn't ask, they didn't know when they walked together, and they never talked about the slaughter.

Although Wuwen is the abbot of Matsuma Temple, the slaughter is extremely disgusted by Wuwen.

He thought he was so lazy that he should give up the position of abbot to himself.

So much so that every time he saw Wuwen and left the temple for a long time, he often said to people that Wuwen had passed away.

The slaughter was extremely respectful to Qi Xing, and of course he often complained that he was too quiet.

This is the fourth life of Qi Xing, and he cherishes the time with Wuwen and slaughter even more.

It's not that he doesn't like to go out, he's afraid that if he takes this step, everything behind him will be ruined.

He was afraid that he would be troubled by this red world, and forget the curse of fate that could not be escaped.

He only felt that reading books in the temple's scripture pavilion every day was the best way to protect them.

Although, the slaughter always jokes that he is a complete nerd.

But Qi Xing was still happy for him to say this, saying that it would be good for a few lifetimes or a few lifetimes.

In the days of Matsumaji Temple, time seems to enter a slow flow.

It was an afternoon after a heavy snowfall, and it was the turn of Qi Xing to go down the mountain to buy.

He was still wearing the monk's robe on the inside, and a black fur brown bear fur-trimmed cloak was draped over the outside.

Tu Tu put a cloth bag on Qi Xing's shoulders and instructed: "After the blizzard, the mountain road is muddy and slippery, you should be careful. ”

Qi Xing nodded, and was about to leave, but was stopped by the slaughter.

He put the cloak and hat on Qi Xing again, and said, "We are bald, and we always feel cold." ”

"How can you go out in white boots, you have to clean it if it gets dirty. ”

"This winter cold will freeze and crack your hands as delicate as green onions. ”

"However, there is nothing to do, I will help you wash it, I have rough skin and thick meat. The slaughter muttered in the way of Qi Xing.