The bamboo forest is elegant, the winding path is deep and secluded, under the dazzling sunshine, the hillside behind the Huangjue Temple is a paradise that shelters from the light, and it is very refreshing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lin Xiaojue hid under the bamboo roots and climbed up the mountain to see Dao Yan at the top of the mountain.

As for Fuwan...... They came together, but the guy and Tuesday walked halfway up the mountain, and saw that the mountain road was extremely cool, and there were tender bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, so they went to dig bamboo shoots with Tuesday.

Maybe she just wants to be alone with Tuesday, this is Lin Xiaojue's judgment.

Fu Wan has lived in the mountains for a long time, and he will come to see Dao Yan every day, Dao Yan's illness is an old disease, people are born, old, sick and die, so Fu Wan is not worried and nervous, Tuesday, now it is more important than Dao Yan.

Lin Xiaojue could only hold her speechless contempt for this close friend in her boudoir, and she was going to leave alone on the next mountain road.

Daoyan lives in a small hut on the top of the mountain.

I haven't been here for a long time, and the furnishings outside the hut have not changed, with a stone table and two stone piers in front of the door, which is where Daoyan drinks tea and plays chess on weekdays.

Because it's summer.

The doors and windows are open on all sides.

Lin Xiaojue heard the sound of breathing in the room and went straight to the door.

"Master, Zhou Qingye asks to see. ”

She made a noise outside.

A very weak voice came from the room: "Come in." The elongated tone can be heard with the joy of the speaker.

It seems that the master is still very happy about her arrival.

Lin Xiaojue held the door frame and stepped into the bedroom.

The bedroom is simple and clean, facing the kang is the front and back windows are open, only the left wall hangs a big Zen character.

The font gold hook iron painting, just at a glance, you can see the author's strong pen power.

When Master Daoyan was young, he was also a figure with a furrow in his chest, but he was unwilling until he met the emperor.

The ambition to make a difference was endured by him again and again, and he endured it to the limit, and it was all expressed between the lines.

Lin Xiaojue recognized that the character was written by Dao Yan.

Master Dao Yan sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes open, his face haggard, but his small eyes still shone with shrewdness.

Even if he is sick, he will not lie down, his strength is not only reflected in his words, but also in his behavior.

Lin Xiaojue took his gaze away from the words and landed on Dao Yan's face.

He folded his hands and saluted.

"Master. ”

Dao Yan waved his hand and said, "You know, I'm not a serious monk. ”

Therefore, there is no need to practice Buddhist rituals.

Lin Xiaojue heard that he was panting unevenly, and it was like a handful of sand in his throat, which was very uncomfortable.

She said, "Master, why don't I take the master down the mountain." ”

Master Daoyan's eyes flashed, and he shook his head with a smile: "You girl, you look the most cold and ruthless, but in fact, your heart is the softest, and you are afraid that I will die on this, so you want to take me down the mountain?" ”

After he achieved great things, he did not get a full house of friends, but he was disgusted by his family and friends, so he has been practicing in Huangjue Temple since then, far away from the world.

Lin Xiaojue knows that people like him will not listen to her own persuasion, people have come to more bridges than she has walked, and people have their own pursuits and likes and dislikes, so it is useless to persuade more.

She saw Master Dao Yan lick her lips, and went outside to find a teapot and come in to moisten her throat.

Then he asked, "Who is taking care of the master?"

He is so sick that there must be someone who pours tea and water, but not now.

Dao Yan said: "There is a child, he grew up in the empty gate, I don't know what the mundane things are outside, until one day, he touched the outside world, then he understands, maybe the Buddha, not his god, but he is just confused, as for how to do, what to do, he doesn't understand, and no one tells him, people who have not experienced Hongchen always have a lot of yearning for Hongchen, but this is his choice, choose, he has to be responsible for his choice." After speaking, he sighed softly.

Lin Xiaojue obviously asked him who the person he was serving was.

But he said something unrelated.

Lin Xiaojue thought about it and slowly lowered his hand. The person Dao Yan said, she felt that it was Jueyuan.

If it is really Jueyuan, then it means that the master already knows about Jueyuan and Gao Yang.

Lin Xiaojue didn't ask anything more.

Dao Yan was tired, closed his eyes, and took a long breath, the wheezing voice was very difficult, as if he wanted to drain the air in front of his nose.

Just when Lin Xiaojue didn't know whether to help him.

Dao Yan opened his eyes, his eyes were still so shrewd, and he had a bright smile on his face: "I'm afraid it won't work, the princess can help me talk to the emperor when I go back." ”

Even if Lin Xiaojue doesn't say it, Daoyan has the title of prince and young master, as well as the title of duke, and is the emperor's most trusted person, and someone in the temple will notify the palace.

Once the emperor was notified, it meant that Dao Yan was really going to die soon.

Lin Xiaojue nodded calmly: "I remember." ”

"The princess is very good, unlike those people, who cry and wipe their tears when they see me, my life is very legendary, they shouldn't cry, they should be happy for me. ”

Lin Xiaojue didn't answer, Dao Yan should be reminiscing about his life now, not wanting to hear what she said.

Dao Yan said again: "Come, princess, let's make another game, shall we?"

Lin Xiaojue was laughed at by him this time, he commented that he was not a serious monk, he was indeed appropriate, he was dying, he did not change his stubborn temper, and he still played games?

Lin Xiaojue's eyes were slightly defensive: "I'll listen first." ”

Dao Yan smiled, and the light in his eyes shone even brighter. "You say, what will the great monk say to the emperor when I am dying? If you can guess, I believe that you will definitely be safe and sound in this life. ”

"Why is it safe?"

Dao Yan said: "Because you have penetrated people's hearts." ”

Lin Xiaojue lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and then said, "Then I guess now, the master wants to know the answer." ”

Dao Yan was stunned.

Lin Xiaojue smiled: "So I won't say it." ”

"You ......" Dao Yan was a little anxious, if he wasn't sick, he would touch his shoes and go to the ground.

Seeing that Xiao Nizi on the other side really closed her mouth, she looked like a villain.

Dao Yan had to soften his voice: "Tell me quickly, I am a dying person, how can I treat the old man so hard-hearted? ”

Lin Xiaojue said: "So the master should understand, I can't guess it or not." ”

Dao Yan was stunned.

He can find out his temperament and temperament, do what he likes or deliberately embarrass him, so how could she not know what he wants to say to the emperor?

In the emperor's life, there is only one thing in his heart that he can't let go.

In his life, there is only one emperor in his heart that he can't let go.

Dao Yan nodded: "I'm sorry, I can't see what the princess will do in the future." ”

"Try to do good. Lin Xiaojue nodded and smiled slightly, his smile was bright and moving.

Dao Yan felt that the thatched hut made of adobe really lit up all of a sudden, and it turned out that someone could make Peng Shen shine, which was true.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Good, good, good, there are talents from all generations, very good, very good......"