"Your Majesty, the poor monk has promised to be in Buddhism, and has made a promise with the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty first, and I hope that Her Majesty the Queen will let the poor monk go west,...... If there is fate in the next life......" Yue Wen said, his eyes looked at the moving Wang Feng in front of him, but his footsteps moved involuntarily with Wang Feng.

If there is fate in the next life, if there is really a daughter country in this world, and there is really a king of the daughter country, then Yue Wen believes that at that moment, the eminent monk has also been really moved, and this level is probably the saddest level in Journey to the West.

Wang Feng's eyes exuded a blazing light, shining directly on Yue Wen's heart, making him have nowhere to hide, and his five organs were boiling, "I only want this life, I don't want the next life, the two of us are destined in this life and this life." ”

Yue Wen unconsciously moved to the big white bed, Wang Feng's eyes were as tender as water, and he gently leaned his head on his shoulder, "Brother...... You just promised me. ”

In the soft words and tenderness, she gently grabbed Yue Wen's hand and slowly placed it on her chest.

Intoxicated, intoxicated like the wind, only the fragrance of the lips and the beauty of the eyes, sinking, endless......

"Knock-knock-"

The midnight bell of Lingyin Temple on a spring night is melodious and melodious, showing the quiet and desolate spring night in the mountain village, but this bell is like an initiation, which makes Yue Wen's mind suddenly clear.

Yue Wen sat up suddenly, panting for breath, but Wang Feng slowly hugged him behind like a ivy, his hot body was pressed against his back, his red lips sprayed hot air in his ears, and he couldn't help but tremble again.

"Buzz—"

The mobile phone on the table vibrate, and Yue Wen stiffened his heart and pushed Wang Feng away, he was afraid that it was Liao Xiangting or Cai Yongjin's phone, for the secretary, the mobile phone was their weapon.

Behind him, the snow-white seductive came up again, ignoring it, greedily searching for his lips......

The phone kept ringing, ringing for a long time, never stopping.

Yue Wen pushed Wang Feng away again, picked up the mobile phone that Wang Feng had thrown aside from the corner of the big bed,—— "wife", and the two words flashed on the screen.

Seeing these two words, he suddenly felt that the heat on his body was dissipating.

"Meeting?" Subconsciously, he had already picked up his mobile phone, and immediately, Ge Huixian's low voice came.

"Nope". Yue Wen wiped his sweat, looked at Wang Feng on the bed greedily, turned around and walked out quickly, only Wang Feng's coquettish voice came from behind him.

"I, how did I hear a woman's voice?" Ge Huixian's voice was hesitant.

"It's the waiter. Yue Wenqiang said with a smile, the cool water droplets on his face were very refreshing and more sober.

"Our street will go to Huangshan the day after tomorrow, isn't Secretary Liao on a business trip, tomorrow...... Are you coming?"

"In the past. Yue Wen said without hesitation.

"Then, I'll wait for you at home. ”

This has almost become a tacit code for this pair of Queqiao men and women, Yue Wen's heart warmed, home, Qinwan has my home, there is my lover there, my lover who is about to get married......

Fayun Shuman in the drizzle was very peaceful, as if he had already fallen asleep.

There was no moon in the sky, the whole hotel was shrouded in rain and fog, the lights were dim, and the surrounding mountains began to fall asleep, and the slightest noise of the city could not be heard.

Yue Wen wandered aimlessly around the hotel until he slowly pushed open the wooden door again, and in the soft light, Wang Feng had already fallen asleep.

He gently walked to the side of the large bed and lay down quietly.

When he walked out, he was full of blood, but when he returned, he had already tossed and turned.

Wang Feng turned over slightly, Yue Wen couldn't see it, Wang Feng on that side opened his eyes, and was looking at the boundless night and starry lights outside the window stupidly.

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The sky is not yet dawn, the sky is still dark, but the sound of rain outside the window keeps beating on my heart.

In the hazy morning light, the figures of two people appeared in the smoke and rain, the water mist is boundless, the pavilion, the bridge, the temple, the tree, the people, like a light gray smoke and rain picture, has a unique mood.

In the green tea garden, the petite girl bent down to pick tea, put the tea leaves in the cloth bag on her chest, looking at the picture of picking tea in the rain, Yue Wen suddenly thought of the kind of tea leaves that passed through the mouth of the virgin, but looking at Wang Feng's pious appearance, he immediately put aside the evil thoughts, and the "Diamond Sutra" said three words, "good protection thoughts".

The pious meditators solemnly lined up in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Wang Feng joined in, but Yue Wen looked at Wang Feng in the crowd like a spectator.

Remember, go incense...... Every move is very pious and solemn.

He slowly came out of the hall of the Great Hero, and the sky was already bright.

He wandered around the temple until he came to an unknown tree with a thick trunk and a canopy that obscured the sky.

Through the treetops, the sporadic drizzle fell on his body, Yue Wen looked at the distant misty smoke and rain in the distance, without any thought, he seemed to have melted into nature, and the surroundings were ethereal, only the temple bells and Buddha chanting remained.

"We're not going to eat here anymore, let's go to the vegetarian restaurant in the hotel. I don't know when, Wang Feng stood beside him again, but his fair face was clearer in his eyes, thinking of the beautiful scenery last night, Yue Wen's heart moved again, alas, he was a layman at the bottom, and he couldn't get rid of the word "food color".

Lingyin Temple can be said to be connected to the hotel, along the way, neither of the two spoke, so slowly walked back to the hotel, Yue Wen found that the previous enthusiastic Wang Feng, the innocent and straightforward Wang Feng, has changed.

The silence was broken by a group of photographers in the hotel, the crowd was huge, and the models were quite avant-garde, and the two subconsciously avoided it.

Later, Yue Wen learned that it was originally a Chinese-style blockbuster of VOUGE's May magazine, but what he didn't know was that this was how cause and effect came inadvertently, and this May magazine affected his life.

Located in the Shuman Fayun Hotel, the low-key wooden tables and chairs exude a light fragrance, the phalaenopsis orchids on the table are white in the dim light, and the surrounding air is filled with Zen.

Seclusion and cultivation are always inseparable from fasting, but who can make vegetarian food so luxurious? Jane piles up into luxury, and luxury becomes simplicity to the extreme, this is the repeated cycle of life.

The dishes come up one by one, all with elegant names, and according to Wang Feng, each dish has a Buddhist meaning.

Seeing Wang Feng looking at him with a smile, Yue Wen also tried his best to create a relaxed atmosphere.

"You really don't see that you're still a vegetarian? You said that these dishes have meanings, what did you realize?"

Wang Feng smiled, "Then it depends on the individual's cultivation." ”

Looking at the cold dish of the Buddha in front of him, the four foods were spelled into a butterfly style.

"What does this dish represent?" Wang Feng didn't seem to be embarrassed or embarrassed by Yue Wen's evasion last night, but was still full of interest.

"The four kinds of food are nothing more than the four flavors of sweet and sour, this is life," Yue Wenbi said with a smile, "When you taste all these four flavors, just like a butterfly, you should turn into a butterfly." ”