"It's strange that I deliberately looked at it twice, and what I saw was only monks sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue chanting and meditating, and I really didn't see Master Puyin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info said that this is really a strange thing, it is obviously a ceremony that is more solemn than before, how can there be less abbot?" Fu Jiayue said and frowned more and more, with an expression of regret that could not be controlled, if there was a puddle of water at this moment, she seemed to be able to freeze it immediately with her disheartened expression.

The little monk was obviously persuaded by her words, after all, in his impression, the abbot had never gone out halfway, let alone been absent, but he still explained: "Maybe the abbot has something to do and went out temporarily." ”

Fu Jiayue immediately denied it: "This is absolutely impossible, I just came in from the outside at that time, and I took the only way to leave the hospital from the hall, there is no reason not to bump into it? Could it be that Master Puyin has some guests coming today?"

The little monk frowned, obviously without knowing that the brain circuit was already a little insufficient, so he was led away by her words, and muttered, "Guest?

Fu Jiayue tried to remind: "Or maybe you forgot about the people who often come to your temple to participate in this ceremony?"

The little monk nodded slightly, but shook his head again to deny it, and said, "This ceremony is not allowed for lay children to participate, even if it is to wait and watch, it is not allowed, and it is intended to welcome the arrival of the gods in the purest state." ”

A trace of puzzlement flashed in Fu Jiayue's eyes, her gaze no longer stayed on his face, she nodded perfunctorily, and said, "I see." ”

The huge gap was presented in front of him, the little monk pestle did not say anything wrong, and the pride that he thought was his personality charm that attracted this beautiful female benefactor to talk to him disappeared in an instant, and his face gradually showed a puzzled and depressed look, so he quickly finished the end of the cleanup, and carried a large stack of dishes and chopsticks away: "Does the female donor still have instructions from the side? If not, I still have something to do, so I won't bother more." ”

"Well, it's okay, you go down first. ”

With that, the door was quickly closed again.

The more Fu Jiayue thought about it, the more puzzled she became, and finally simply held her chin with both hands and lay on the table, sorting out the mess in her head.

There is one thing she really doesn't understand, that is such an important occasion, even if Xie Bai is a lay disciple who leads the cultivation in Tianyin Temple, but he always carries the word "layman", how can he appear in such an expressly forbidden occasion. Moreover, according to what the little monk said, Xie Bai may have never participated in this ceremony before, which is not surprising, after all, his master is Pufa and not Puyin, but why did Puyin send someone to invite him over today?

Moreover, seeing that she is now arranged in the wing room, not in the courtyard of Pufa, it can be guessed that Pufa is not in Tianyin Temple now, and Xie Bai clearly said on the day of the hunting meeting that he would deal with that group of dead soldiers, but then suddenly appeared in front of her, it is very likely that Pufa made up for the gap when Xie Bai walked away and helped solve the trouble of that group.

Pufa has rarely gone out of the temple gate, so it is very likely that he is still dealing with the group of dead soldiers, or is trying to get some useful information from them, so even if he receives the news of Xie Bai's return, I am afraid that he will not be able to immediately throw away the matter in his hand to others in a short period of time and rush back.

Thinking of this, she was also taken aback by her own thoughts, why did she want Pufa to come back so much at this moment? Or why did she feel flustered for no reason at this moment? As if she had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, fear arose from her heart, spread to every corner of her body, and gradually dizzy her whole body, making her hand holding the teacup tremble a little.

Standing up on the seat suddenly, Fu Jiayue couldn't wait to walk to the door, and opened the door at once, but just happened to bump into the little monk who was walking with a large plate of dim sum, only to hear him ask suspiciously: "Female donor, where are you going?"

"It's a little stuffy in the room, and I want to go out and take some breath. Fu Jiayue glanced at him, answered casually and prepared to leave.

But after only two steps, he was stopped by the little monk, and he only heard him say: "Female donor, wait a minute, this is a pastry just made in the kitchen, you can taste it first." ”

As he spoke, he held the snack in front of her.

Her gaze grew colder, and her eyes were projected as if she had a sharp sword, and she saw that the little monk shuddered, and hurriedly lowered her eyes.

She just raised her feet and wanted to leave again, but she saw that the little monk still didn't give up and handed the tray forward a few more points, his eyes were still lowered, he didn't dare to look at her, and the words he said were also trembling because of nervousness: "It's cold, it's not delicious when it's cold, this is, Elder Wangchen specially ordered the kitchen to do it, and also, please don't let the female donor live up to the kindness." ”

As he spoke, the little monk waited for her reaction like a death row prisoner waiting for the verdict, but he didn't hear her reply for a long time, and he didn't see her leave, his eyes gradually fell on the hem of her skirt, and he suddenly felt that he was being stared at all over his body, and time passed slowly little by little like a freeze at this moment.

For a moment, he thought that it would be good if standing still would stop her from leaving. However, gradually, he couldn't bear the burning of this gaze, and when he raised his head stiffly and looked at her tentatively, he happened to meet her deep eyes, only to see her lightly open her teeth, and said coldly: "Did he specifically order you to stop me from letting me out?"

There was a mocking smile in his tone, and he felt as if the ugly side of his heart was exposed to her at this moment, and the shameful shame welled up in his heart, almost devouring him mercilessly, and his face was as red as a ripe grapefruit at this moment.

Trying to grasp the self-esteem that was about to pass in his heart, he raised his chin slightly, and there was more persistence in his eyes, although he was a little incoherent, he still insisted: "This ...... Female benefactor ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Jiayue shook off the tray in front of her, turned around and left with a cold gaze.

The tray slammed down not far away, and with the sawdust flying from the corners, it stopped in a corner where the setting sun could not shine, hiding in the shadows, as if it was lifeless.

The little monk Zheng was stunned in place, his body trembled slightly, his arms still maintained the movement of holding the tray, and his eyes fell on the fallen tray, and he did not leave for a long time.

However, Fu Jiayue had just been discharged from the hospital, and was blocked by a person again, only to hear him say: "Donor, please stay, there is an accident in the temple today, the abbot ordered all disciples to rest in the room, not to come out and walk around, if the girl has something to go out, please wait until tomorrow." ”

The feeling of worry in her heart became more and more intense, as if there was a big rope clinging to her heart, making her unable to breathe, suffocating and almost collapsing.

She suddenly cast a cold gaze, and saw a man in the same Taoist robe blocked in front of her, about forty years old, and under the vicissitudes of life, there was a cowardice completely different from that of the little monk, and he had a long sophistication.

Fu Jiayue opened the hand in front of her, and said angrily: "Get out of the way!"

The man didn't fight back, he slapped her firmly, and then gave a respectful salute and said, "Please also ask the donor Haihan!"

But he was still in front of her, and he didn't look like he was leaving.

"You kidnapped my husband, and you still want me Haihan to get out of the way!" Fu Jiayue was completely enraged when she pulled out a short knife from her waist and raised it high, and was about to hit him, but when she saw him as if she expected her to not move, she still didn't move and blocked in front of her like Mount Tai, she was completely enraged, "Look for death!"

The tip of the knife struck at the man with a chilling vigor and half a minute without deviation, and when there was only one finger left from him, the speed was still the same, with an attack that could pierce his flesh in the next second, and stabbed at his heart.

The man's brows furrowed slightly, and he turned to the side suddenly, but he still couldn't completely avoid this domineering attack, a long crack was drawn on his right arm, and the blood burst out from the wound that seemed to be able to see the white bones, instantly soaked in the wide and cracked sleeves, which poured to the ground like flowing water, and the sound of crackling was drowned in the cold wind.

The man grinned, looked at the flesh of his eyelids and the terrifying arm, his face finally became cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes, and said coldly: "If the donor insists on this, don't blame us for being polite!

In an instant, the monks who were waiting not far away held wooden sticks that were long above their heads and firmly surrounded her, forming a circle without leaving any gap.

Fu Jiayue glanced at the man with murderous intent, and then glanced at the people whose faces were indifferent, and sneered: "Hmph! Is this the way Tianyin Temple is doing? Not only to attack a woman, but also to bully more and less, you really can." ”

Facing her eyes, the man said sharply: "If the donor lets go, we won't be looking for trouble." ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture of inviting him into the hospital.

Fu Jiayue's face immediately turned cold, and she once again raised her blood-stained short knife and struck at him, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, do it!"

The direction of the sharp knife is still the same, and it is still the heart that kills with one blow!

The man sneered, but no longer stood for her to stab as before, and when even one turned around, raised his left hand like an eagle's claw, and also attacked her heart, the monks around him quickly formed a formation, and almost in an instant, more than a dozen wooden sticks hit her head in unison.

Fu Jiayue frowned suddenly, turned her head around, and dodged the attacks of the monks, but she was firmly slapped by the man in the back.

"Poof—" She spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining all the sticks in front of her red.

"Stop!" A cold voice came from afar, almost instantly, only to hear a loud bang, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, everyone was startled, looking for a voice, only to see the man was beaten to the wall five meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

And at this time, standing in front of the man was the forgotten dust.

When everyone saw that the elder was coming, they hurriedly put away the long stick that was still pointing at Fu Jiayue, saluted respectfully, and said, "Elder Forget the Dust!"

The man got up to the corner of the wall with a solemn face, and approached with his chest covered in confusion, and when he was about to ask after the ceremony, he was hit by a slap in the chest, and then he was beaten to the corner again, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, the ground in front of him was soaked in crimson, and under the pale yellow afterglow of the setting sun, it was like being in a dry sea of blood.

The man coughed unbearably for a long time, tried hard to operate his internal force, calmed down the sharp surge of blood in his body, and after a little relief, he struggled to get up from the ground again with a puzzled face, ready to justify: "Elder, I ......"

The words were interrupted by Forget Chen: "Who told you to hurt her?"

Forget Chen's gaze was more indifferent than usual, so indifferent that he looked at him like a dead thing, and there was irrefutable indifference in his tone.

"But......" The man was unwilling to say something more, but he was suddenly frightened by the cold gaze of Forget Chen, as if he was going to be bloodthirsty, and when he vomited a mouthful of blood again, he tried not to let himself make a disturbing sound, and after swallowing the last mouthful of blood back into his stomach, he lowered his eyes and waited quietly.

His gaze shifted from the man's body to the monks, and finally stayed on her face, forgetting that Chen's gaze was still the same, and he only said lightly: "I'll take you to see him!"

Then he flicked his sleeves, stirred up the smell of blood circulating in the air, turned around and walked away.

The monks lowered their heads, not daring to stop their eyes on Forget Chen for a moment, Fu Jiayue coldly glanced at this group of bullying guys, including the man who was standing not far away and looked at her with gloomy eyes, turned around and kept up with Forget Chen's pace.

It's getting dark.

Inside the hall.

The elders sat in a circle, their eyes indifferent to the silhouette of the candlelight dancing with the firelight, and their mouths recited the same scriptures over and over again, hitting the walls, the stone pillars, echoing in the hall, squeezing the eaves and the cracks of the doors, and revealing outwards.

The gates of hell seemed to be opened at their call.

The sky seemed to be darker.

In the middle of the circle, Xie Bai and Puyin stood opposite each other.

It was pitch black outside, and the flickering candle flame reflected on the silver hair and green silk of the two of them, which was bright and transparent.

There was a crunch, drowned in the lingering sound of chanting, and the excessively long wick hung down weakly, submerged in the gradually overflowing candle water, making it seem so insignificant.

The chanting continued, but it strangely seemed that the whole hall was dead silent, more desolate than the dead in the room.

Silence, endless silence was transmitted in the flowing and indifferent eyes of the two.

After a long time, Pufa first broke the silence and said: "After so many years, do you still insist?"

Xie Bai sneered, and immediately retorted: "The fault is not insistence!"

Pufa smiled and shook his head: "It's your obsession that is at fault." ”

His eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling, Xie Bai said: "Hehe, you always say that my obsession is wrong, dare to ask, what is wrong with it!"

"Everything is empty, and what you shouldn't have is wrong. ”

Xie Bai's smile became colder and colder: "You are still so confident!"

"If you are willing to let go, not only will it benefit the people, but you will also get what you want. ”

"And how do you know what I want?"

"Three years ago I might not have been sure, but now, at least half of them are fine!" )