At night, Yulin swept the dead leaves in the courtyard into a pile, and the blind old monk took a piece of red charcoal fire, and lit the dead leaves, and the smoke and dust rose from the courtyard, fluttering, and drifted to the sky.

Estimating that all children love to play with fire, Yulin squatted beside the fire, holding a dead branch, and poked the ashes that still had a faint red light to play.

Ming put down the scroll in the meditation room, looked at Yulin playing through the window, suddenly smiled, and said, "Be careful of burning your hands." ”

Yulin was a little embarrassed, threw the branch, got up and saluted Ming, "Zen master." ”

Ming beckoned him over and asked, "I've read today's homework, and there are some deficiencies, come, I'll rewrite it and you'll see." ”

Yulin hurriedly responded, entered the meditation room, knelt upright and sat on Ming's side, Ming took a piece of paper, the sheep's pen was full of ink, and wrote the word "self-cultivation" with the pen, and pointed out a few words with him, Yulin said that he wrote a few words in a row, and saw his intelligence, clicked and passed, put down the pen dignified, nodded with a smile, and said: "This is much better." ”

Yulin wrote, suddenly raised his head, and asked, "Zen Master, what is Hongchen?"

Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hongchen?"

The fire in the courtyard had already extinguished the last bit of smoke, and a gust of night wind blew up, raising a few ashes, and Wency stood downwind of the ash, choking and coughing a few times.

Akira heard the voice and looked up.

"Zen Master?" Yulin called again.

Wen Xi fanned his face, holding his mouth and nose and taking a few steps forward, a little embarrassed.

"Ahh......h ”

Yulin also saw Wen Xi standing in the courtyard, answered yes, went out, Wen Xi looked at him carrying a dim candle lamp, jumped into the night, she turned her head again, and looked at Ming. Standing in front of the window of the meditation room, the lights in the room outlined his figure, Wen Xi said, "I don't know when the lotus flower of the Zen master will open?"

"When it's time to open, it's going to be open. Ming replied.

"Today, the moon is full again. Wen Xi looked at the sky, the bamboo branches were thick, and the moon shadow was sparse.

"Yes, the moon is full again. Ming replied softly.

Wen Xi suddenly said: "Monk, you live in this mountain day after day, and you always see the breeze and the moon in the general appearance, will you be lonely?"

Li Ming smiled lightly and said, "Girl, when you reach my age, you will feel that loneliness is actually the original intention of the world." ”

Wen Xi's eyes drooped slightly, and her eyelashes were half-hidden, "Are you willing to be satisfied?"

Ming changed his description slightly, but he tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "I have long been a companion with this." His gaze fell on the scroll on the desk, which made his breathing suddenly heavier, and his eyebrows furrowed again.

Vincy didn't speak again.

Liming stretched out his hand and closed the window sash of the meditation room, and the light and shadow in the courtyard suddenly dimmed, and Wen Xi also stepped on the moonlight and returned to the thatched hut where she lived.

There was a lone lamp lit in the hut, and there was a person sitting next to the lone lamp, it was a crow, and when she saw Wen Xi enter the door, she stood up and said, "Miss Wen." ”

Wincy turned back and closed the door, then turned and sat down at the table, "How's it going?"

Crow said: "I went to inquire, there has never been a person named Mei Sheng in Muchuan City." ”

Wen Xi didn't look disappointed, but replied lightly: "Yes." ”

Crow continued: "But five years ago, there was a woman named Master Merlin, who was the pianist of Phoenix Terrace, but she was quite famous in Wenlin. ”

"Master Merlin?" Wen Xi suddenly felt that this title was a little familiar, and recalled it carefully, and then suddenly, Phoenix Terrace was a piano workshop in Muchuan City, which was considered an elegant place, and she remembered that there was a girl in Phoenix Terrace who had admired her master, and gave her master a jade pendant, but the jade pendant was broken by her.

And this Merlin master was famous at that time, and Wen Xi didn't know that she would have a relationship with Ming.

"Master Merlin is dead. Raven said.

"Dead ......," Wen Xi was surprised.

Crow nodded: "It is true that she is dead, and she is buried in the willow forest outside the city, but she also has a sister, called Fang Niang, who is an embroidery girl in an embroidery room in the city. ”

Wen Xi was speechless, she waved her hand, and said, "I know, thank you." ”

The raven asked, "What else does the girl command?"

Wency shook her head, "No ......"

The raven opened the door and went out silently, and the door was quietly closed.

That painting, the inscription is Mei Sheng, looking at the handwriting is beautiful, the vermilion seal is elegant, it should be painted by a woman.

In the painting, Ming is younger, there is still a romance between the eyebrows, thin lips with a smile, chic robes, if it is not a monk's dress, it seems to be someone's amorous son, that is not the Zen master in the eyes of the world, but the confidant of Hongchen in the eyes of lovers.

But she died.

Wen Xi wanted to go to Muchuan City to meet that Fang Niang, but she still had concerns.

It was late at night, and there were bells in the mountain temple.

She couldn't convince Ming, Master's affairs, he should know more. Liming was touched by the painting, but she didn't want to persecute him, what should she do?

*

In the dog days of June, with little rain and more sunshine, it is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, which is also dry and hot and irritable.

An embroidery room near Muchuan, a row of embroidery pavilions along the river are less comfortable, more stuffy, and the embroidery girls have stopped the needlework, so as not to stain the splendid embroidery with sweat.

In such weather, few people go out to wander, and there are many fewer door-to-door businesses in the embroidery room, but today a guest came, but it was a woman who was dressed up and looked good, and named her name to embroider Fang Niang to tailor clothes for her master. There are a lot of dexterous embroidery girls in the embroidery room, but the most famous is not Fang Niang, although the boss Aunt Fu was a little surprised, but it was not easy to refuse the door-to-door business, so she invited Fang Niang, and asked a few words, watching them go out.

Aunt Fu leaned on the door and watched the girl with a sharp sword and Fang Niang walking to a teahouse at the corner of the street, a little strange, and muttered to herself: "Since you are here, why don't you come to the store?"

There was an embroidery girl on the side, and said: "That girl is wearing a strong dress, look at the stitches on the head, like an embroidery worker in Beijing, the materials are excellent, but there is no more stitch decoration, I don't know who the owner she said is, why just look for Fang Niang." ”

Aunt Fu also frowned, "Recently, Fang Niang has often gone out, and she has only done half of her work last month, alas, ......"

"The day before yesterday, I saw Fang Niang go to buy flowers and candles. The embroiderer said.

Fu Gu thought for a moment and said, "The day before yesterday was Yingniang's death day. ”

"Ying Niang?" the embroidery girl asked, "Is it Mei Ying?"

Aunt Fu nodded, and recalled slightly, "It's her, many people say that they are famous, their sisters depend on each other, and it has been five years since Yingniang left......"