After Duanmu Xu followed Huangfu Jing into the dormitory, he stayed for a long time.

The length of time is always relative. The time of joy is short, and the time of anxiety is long. Inside the house I forgot the time, and outside the house some felt long.

Especially Wuhui, while muttering about what promises Guangde made when they met first, and how he provided conditions for the other party. Looking back, this young man was easy to deal with, but the old man was not easy to deal with.

If it weren't for the heavy responsibility of finding a successor to Zen Buddhism, he wouldn't have had to go to such great lengths to think about a young man who was still in the bottom line.

In Zen Buddhism, whether it is the Silver Buddha Temple, the Juetai Temple, or other small temples, there are both the middle and lower realms of nature, but there are not many that really hope to break through the upper realm. Fa Yin, who is the most promising to break through, is too emotional, hindering practice, and not having much interest in taking on the heavy responsibility of Zen Buddhism.

It was dark, the lights were on, and the door of Huang Fujing's dormitory finally opened.

Duanmuxu and the others walked out.

Wu Hui, who was in another dormitory not far away, was with Fa Yin, thinking that he would quickly finalize the matter of accepting disciples, and he would return to the Silver Buddha Temple.

As the friendship of the landlords, Guangde also rushed over.

It's dinner time.

But Huang Fujing and the others did not go to the dining hall, and made a small request.

"I wonder if there was ever wine in the temple?"

Guangde even suspected that he had misheard, and asked repeatedly, "The donor wants wine?"

Huangfu nodded respectfully.

The three of them talked in the house until the night broke. Duanmu Zhaorong, who was accustomed to life in the Huaibei Wasteland, suggested that he should not go outside the house to eat something. After all, the house is small, and it is not convenient to chat in the dining room.

After confirming that these people really wanted to drink, Guangde was a little troubled.

Wine is commonplace, but not in the temple.

After a little thought, Guangde ordered someone to see if there was any wine in the temple.

The abbot's instructions to find wine were passed down, and the monks in Xingshan Temple looked at each other.

When is alcohol allowed in the temple?

However, since it was the abbot who asked for wine, the people below had no choice, so they still searched for it in the treasury, but of course there was not a drop of wine.

When Kankong was about to report accordingly, Kantoku, who usually doesn't speak much, walked up to him and whispered, "There is some wine in Kanse." ”

I can't think of the bad habit of seeing sex and drinking, and hiding things that violate the precepts in the temple, but at this time, he can't care about anything else, he hurriedly said, "Then let Jianxing quickly bring the wine." ”

However, Jiande's answer made Jiankong even more angry, "I haven't seen Senior Brother Jianxing for a long time." ”

This guy has caused so many things, and he usually doesn't abide by the temple rules, so just run.

"Then go and fetch the wine. Kankong commanded.

After some tossing, the two jars of wine were sent to Huangfu Jing.

"Thank you, Master. Huangfu Jing threw the wine jar to Duanmu Xu, and walked towards the night with Duanmu Zhaorong in a chic manner.

Duanmu Xu carried a jar of wine in each hand and followed.

Fa Yin, who was behind Wuhui, looked at the three people in front of him, and felt that it was inappropriate to follow, and he was really a little entangled.

"If you want to go, you can go. "Wuhui naturally sees it in his eyes.

With the support of this sentence, Fa Yin pushed the boat down the river and let go of the entanglement, and disappeared into the night.

On the top of the hill, about a few miles away from Xingshan Temple, a bonfire was lit, and the four of them were sitting together, it was the four of Duanmuxu.

The night in the wilderness was very thick, and this campfire seemed very warm.

The jar was opened, and the four small bowls were filled with wine.

The wine is very ordinary, far less white than the autumn dew that Pan Zihan often drinks.

But people are unusual, people who thought they were separated by life and death are now sitting together.

Fa Yin took a sip, at this time he was no longer a well-known master in Zen Buddhism, he was just Li Tanhua, who was famous all over the world at that time. Although the affection in this life is like falling flowers and flowing water, but the people are well, they are already satisfied.

Duanmu Zhaorong also took a sip, she was no longer the eldest princess, nor was she the princess of the Golden Horde, but she was still the woman with the most sincere emotions in her heart, and she kept looking up at that figure. Now that this figure is still there, she is satisfied.

Duanmu Xu drank the wine in the bowl, the wine was very bitter and astringent, but with Uncle Huangfu, sister-in-law, and Master Fa Yin, maybe plus her, he would be satisfied.

Huangfu Jing drank the wine in the bowl, the wine was very inferior and spicy, which was far from the imperial wine he drank back then. Look at the three people next to him, and then look up at the night sky.

The night is like ink, and the chaos of the world gradually fades, only the stars in the sky still twinkle.

Back then, he drank and sang, "As far as the Xian River goes, the Beidou is poured carefully, and Vientiane is a guest." ”

Wine is not old wine, and people are not old people. Zhengyi has turned into loess, and the emperor has no combat power to dominate the world.

Originally, one aspired to end the strife and unify the world. One aspires to soar above the nine heavens, between the nebulae.

After a fire, only Huangfu Jing was left alone.

But he was not reconciled.

The old words are sung newly, "As far as the Xianhe River is done, the Beidou is carefully poured, and Vientiane is the guest," the pride is still the same, and there is more persistence and bitterness.

Fa Yin had never heard of it, and secretly admired it in his heart, thinking that only someone like him was worthy of her.

Duanmu Zhaorong had heard it, thinking about the green onions of the past, the beauty that he had pursued with all his might, and the things that he had lost and what he had now, he was still him after all.

Duanmuxu has never heard of the water of the Daxian River, the confluence of Luoshui and Weishui, its breadth is the most of Daxian, with such a vast river water, pouring the Beidou in the sky, inviting guests from the sky. Uncle Huangfu's heart has always been in the sky, very high.

Duanmu Xu's vision went from the pots and pans in the kitchen, to the bloody killing of the enemy on the battlefield, and then to the strategizing and dispatching troops, and at this time, he found that on top of all this, there was something higher.

If no one had ever shown him this, if no one had ever told him where he had come from, then he might have gone through the course of his life. But everything has changed. He saw something higher, and he hoped he could catch up.

The wine in the jar, bowl by bowl and their own thoughts, gradually decreased.

Huangfu Jing raised the wine in the bowl and said to Fa Yin, "Thanks to your care over the years, everything has gone so smoothly. I toast you. ”

Fa Yin also picked up the small bowl and replied, "It's all worth it." "What is worth it, he knows best.

Huangfu Jing continued, "In the next few days, I'm afraid I will trouble you with three things. ”

Hearing Huangfu Jing solemnly mention it, it must be an important matter, Fa Yin said, "Please speak." ”

"The first thing is the identity of the successor of Zen Buddhism, and the subsequent Dabi, which requires you to worry a lot. ”

"There's no problem with that. "Fighting for the identity of the successor of Zen Buddhism for Duanmu Xu is what they have been planning, and now it seems that Wuhui's side is very active, and he is afraid that Tantra will come to rob people. Scarcity is precious, and so are people. What can only be obtained by competition is naturally much more important than actively investing in the door.

"The second thing is Wen Junshi. You need to get in touch, and you can also tell Zhaorong the news. ”

Fa Yin didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Duanmu Zhaorong.

And Duanmu Zhaorong seemed to know his concerns, and replied, "That is, to tell him the news that I am still alive, and I will not participate in anything in the future." ”

Hearing this, Fa Yin replied, "That's no problem. ”