Xin Yi frowned slightly uncomfortably: "Fifth sister, can you hear what I said clearly? I have never told anyone about you and Yuanchen." The turmoil in the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion has nothing to do with it. You speculate nonsense, there must be evidence, otherwise you will be suspected of finding someone to plant, how can there be such an unreasonable person in the world. ”

Xin Yi sighed again and again in his heart, it seems that this black cauldron is decided.

On the day of the crab banquet at the beginning of the month, she still couldn't understand Xin Ling's words, and now she can't explain it even if she understands it all. Because if the whole thing is based on Xin Ling's speculation, it is almost reasonable and irrefutable.

Monk Yuanchen is the eldest son of the Gao family, and because he was forced into the empty door twenty years ago, he naturally had a grudge with the five surnames and seven hopes, especially the Lu family, who was the head. And Xin Yi took the handle of Xin Ling and Yuanchen's personal relationship, and penetrated the Furong Garden Flower Meeting, which naturally led to the dispute between Yuanchen's sister Gao Wanxiu and Lu Jin.

It's no wonder that Xin Ling insisted that it was this private affair that caused the dispute between Lu Gao, and that it was Xin Yi who was deliberately trying to kill her and him.

"The more you quibble, the more ridiculous it is, and the more you deny it, the more ridiculous it is. Xin Yi, you can't fool me anymore. Do you still remember what I said in Huayuan last time? No one is wrong a second time, and the first time is wrong, it will always be paid with blood. Xin Ling dropped the sentence fiercely, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

Caught off guard, Xin Yi was also stunned: "Fifth sister, who are you?"

"Aren't you here to take me back?" Xin Ling suddenly turned around and smiled weirdly, "I originally swore that if he didn't see me, even if I died at the gate of the temple, I would have no regrets in this life." But now I see you...... I changed my mind. ”

After speaking, Xin Ling turned around and left, and the hem of her rouge skirt was as red as blood, quietly flowing on the mountain road.

Quiet, depressing, chilling. Such an abnormal Xin Ling made Xin Yi feel uneasy in her heart, not only to herself, but also to her fifth sister.

"That's it. If she falls, I will play chess again. Anyway, this misunderstanding can't be solved horizontally and vertically, so I can only make plans later. Xin Yi shook his head, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and turned to Green Butterfly, "You send the fifth girl back to the house first, and talk back to the old lady and the old man." I'll give you a return gift and then I'll come back myself. ”

When Xin Yi and his party set off, there were two sedan chairs. One ride is for Xin Yi to sit on, and one ride is for Xin Ling. Xin Ling went back to the house first to reassure everyone, and he had the iron bowl by himself, which could be regarded as a complete situation.

The green butterfly responded, caught up with Xin Ling and left. Xin Yi took out the iron bowl in his arms and walked into the temple gate of the Buddhist temple.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is full of people, and the Buddha incense is lingering. The eight-zhang red gold Seven Treasures Shakyamuni is like a solemn treasure, and the Buddha Ananda is smiling with flowers, compassion and mercy. Good men and women worship in front of the Buddha and pray sincerely.

"Dare to ask the little master, can you invite the host of Yuanchen to see me?" Xin Yi stopped a little novice and respectfully put his palms together.

As soon as the little novice heard the words "Yuanchen host", his eyebrows and nose immediately frowned: "Don't hide it from the female donor, since Miss Gao took poison orally at the temple gate, the host has become weird." There is no one all day long, and even if people are in the temple, they are all closed. ”

Qing Kite frowned imperceptibly: "Don't hide it from the little master, a while ago, the host opened the light for the slave family's handstring, and the slave family thanked the host to promote Buddhism and bestowed blessings, so I gave back the bowl of fate." This is the heart of the slave family, and I hope that the little master will be accommodating. ”

Xiao Shami sighed heavily: "Female donor, it's not that I'm not accommodating. It's true that the host is not a guest, no matter why you came, even if you are a Bodhisattva today, the host will ignore it. ”

"Since it is inconvenient for the host to meet guests, the slave family will not bother. I can only come back every other day to visit the gift. The green kite bowed and bowed, then turned and left.

The iron bowl is a hot potato, and the sooner you send it out, the better. However, the sky does not fulfill people's wishes, and they want to send it, but they don't want to receive it. I have to pick up a day to visit again in the future, and the host of Yuanchen can't stay in the door all the time.

Xiao Shami breathed a sigh of relief and was about to send Xin Yi out of the house, but suddenly heard a light male voice: "Let her in." ”

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps froze.

The little novice's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he still didn't believe it was a real human voice or his own hallucination.

"Let the benefactor come in. The male voice sounded again, and now Xin Yi and Xiao Shami heard it clearly. It was the voice of a man who was in earnest, mixed with the sound of wooden fish that had not stopped, and it came leisurely from a Buddhist hall.

"Presiding?" the little novice was surprised and delighted, and immediately saluted respectfully to the fasting room, "The disciple will bring the female benefactor in." Female donor, please here. The female benefactor is really a bodhisattva, and my host has not seen a guest for ten days and a half, but now she has made an exception for the donor. The little monk was offended before, and he hoped that the female benefactor would forgive him. ”

The last few words were addressed to Xin Yi. Xiao Shami's eyes rolled on Xin Yi's body, with curiosity, speculation, and unconcealed flattery.

"Little Master is polite. After Xin Yi replied lightly, he pushed open the door of the Buddha Hall under the guidance of the little novice.

The Buddha Hall is an ordinary Buddha Hall, the bamboo is smooth and clean, the Buddha incense is swirling, and the bamboo weaving screen on three sides separates the front hall and the back room. The Buddha shrine in the middle of the front hall is dedicated to Shakyamuni, there are more than a dozen Lengyan Sutras hung on the wall, and the only furnishings in the room are two or three futons, and a wooden case full of Buddhist scriptures, and a young monk who sits in the hall with his eyes closed.

"The slave family wrote the sixth daughter Xin Yi, and I have seen Yuanchen preside. The slave thanked the host for the coral bracelet to open the light, so now he came to give an iron bowl and thanked the host for his blessing. Please also ask the host not to excuse himself. Xin Yi sat down on the futon, put his hands together in a proper manner, and after making a bow, he placed the iron bowl on the bamboo bowl between the two.

"The female benefactor is polite. Promote the Dharma of my Buddha and verify the kindness of all sentient beings. It is also the ambition of a poor monk. Yuanchen opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

This is the first time Xin Yi has seen Yuanchen host at close range.

This Buddha has a deep fate, and at the age of twenty-eight, he jumped to the great temple to preside over the genius. This is the eldest son of the Gao family, who is known as Xiao Fulong at the age of nine.

His face is like jade fat and white porcelain, glowing with a peaceful soft light, his sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, his nose is like a hanging gall, and his eyes are as clear as the autumn sky, which makes people feel quiet in their hearts just by looking at it. As the presiding officer of the big temple, he only wore a half-worn gray ramie monk's robe, which was clean and simple, and did not have a sense of simplicity, but added to the dusty atmosphere.

If it weren't for the twelve ring scars on his head, he would really be a figure who could stand side by side with the four sons in white.

Xin Yi sighed slightly in his heart, and there were some waves in his eyes. What about the deep relationship of the Buddha, what about the amazing genius, now in her eyes, he is just Gao Wanxiu's brother, the brother who took sixteen years to call.

"Host. Xin Yi suppressed the sourness that instantly swelled up on the tip of his nose, and said softly, "The deceased has passed away, presiding over the mourning." She chose to end it the way she wanted, and she had no regrets after all. ”

The eyes of the host of Yuanchen shook.

This inexplicable sentence was incomprehensible to others, but he couldn't understand it very well, and he knew that there was a pain in his heart for an instant, and his face turned pale instantly.

"The female benefactor said something that there was not, but the poor monk didn't quite understand. The poor monk only has the Buddha in his heart, and the red dust entanglement is broken early, and he only seeks the Three Treasures Road in this life. However, it was only a moment, and Yuanchen's face returned to normal, looking like a monk who did not eat the fireworks of the world.