Xilin Ancient Temple,

Located at the foot of the Xizi Mountains hundreds of miles away from Yueyang, the slightly declining temple gives people a sense of tranquility and peace, and the mottled temple walls are crawling with moss. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Knock, knock,

The awe-inspiring bell rings, telling the world that a new day is coming again. The melodious and vigorous bell echoes in the distance between the ancient roads of the mountains and forests, as if washing the dust of this world. The bell lasted for a long time, until the sound of the wooden fish rang for a while, and the sound of chanting came from the temple, which was the beginning of the day's morning class for the masters, and the sound was sometimes low, sometimes tactful, sometimes light, like the unreachable Buddha, showing the world his compassionate face.

In front of the ancient temple, Ling Mengran sat aside, looking at Ling Zifeng who was lying down and sleeping with his back against the temple wall, the look of pain that appeared in his sleep was indescribable, this guy who had always given him a headache, but at this time he let down all his vigilance, tore off all the disguises, and showed himself in front of him, he was so helpless and so sad.

In the middle of this night, this weathered man, poured wine all night, said so many things, maybe he himself did not know when he opened his heart to himself. Count it out, I should call him a cousin, and he is also the only remaining relative in this world.

Vomit...

Ling Zifeng suddenly got up, kept spitting bitter water, almost vomited bile, tears kept rolling in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of vomiting, or because he remembered the sadness of the past.

Ling Mengran hurriedly patted his back and complained: How is it, how is it, it's okay, let you drink so much, you can't pull it, now you are guilty!

cough, cough,

Ling Zifeng coughed violently a few times and said with difficulty: "It's okay, I'm fine, I can't die, vomit..."

"You can do it, I can't vomit you to death!" Ling Mengran glanced at him and helplessly helped him.

"Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow;" A sonorous and powerful voice came, revealing a rich and simple atmosphere, the two turned to look back, only to see a kind old monk standing under the temple gate, the robe on his body washed white, and full of patches, looking at them with a smile.

The old monk stood there and proclaimed the Buddha's name: Amitabha, the donor has come from afar, and the poor monk has been waiting for a long time!

The two glanced at each other, and Ling Mengran looked around again before asking suspiciously: The junior has seen the master, is the master waiting for us?

"Of course, the old man has been waiting for you, young man, since you are here, come in and sit down!" Master Wuwei replied with a smile, but his kind eyes did keep staring at Ling Zifeng on the side, and it was obvious that the person he was talking about was Ling Zifeng.

"Ahem, the master is waiting, how do you know that you will come later!" Ling Zifeng asked with a cough, a little distrust in his somewhat confused eyes.

"Hehe, the poor monk knows that the donor will come, so the poor monk is coming, the donor is coming, the poor monk will know!"

Ling Zifeng adjusted his internal breath, suppressed the stamina of the hangover, his mind cleared up a lot, and he said half-loudly: The master knows that he is coming down, but he has been lying outside this Xilin Ancient Temple for a night!

The young man's heart is old, and his hatred is rushing to the sky.

Sad and broken, the past is also ethereal.

The blood soul is like a dream, and this dream is difficult to resolve.

He entered the devil's path, and he wished you to release the butcher's knife.

Amitabha!

After Master Wuwei finished speaking, he recited the Buddha's name, and looked at Ling Zifeng with a peaceful face and said nothing. Ling Zifeng also looked at him quietly, but his left hand had already clenched the scabbard, and the internal strength of his body was surging wildly, revealing a cold and murderous aura.

Ling Mengran looked at the two of them blankly, she didn't understand why this Wuwei master just chanted a poem that was not like a poem, why Ling Zifeng suddenly became so vigilant, and even a little crazy.

"Who are you?" Ling Zifeng's cold gaze stared at Master Wuwei.

"The poor monk does nothing. Master Wuwei still smiled peacefully.

"Who are you?" Ling Zifeng asked again.

"If you don't do anything, you're a poor monk. Master Wuwei replied with a smile again.

The master has lived in Buddhism for a long time, how can he think that the Buddha will cross sentient beings? Ling Zifeng spoke again, Ling Mengran heard the sound and thought that he was mocking Master Wuwei, but he didn't see Ling Zifeng's left hand holding the scabbard, and the long sword was already out of the sheath for three points at this time.

"No, the donor is wrong, the Buddha never crosses people, the Buddha only crosses himself. ”

"So, is the master still in the crossing?"

"The donor is wrong again, the poor monk never crosses people, the poor monk can only cross himself. ”

Master Wuwei's words fell, Ling Zifeng's left hand slowly loosened, and the long sword that had been unsheathed and ready to be fired instantly returned to its sheath, and Sen Ran's murderous aura dissipated invisibly.

Ling Zifeng turned around and walked towards the intersection of the ancient temple, and said indifferently: Thank you for the master's guidance, Mengran, let's go.

"I said old monk, no, Master Wuwei, you almost caused yourself to be killed. Ling Mengran waited for Ling Zifeng to go away, and then whispered a little unscrupulously, turned around and ran after Ling Zifeng. Seeing this guy walking by himself, he shouted again: Hey, you wait for me!

Seeing that Ling Zifeng didn't respond and walked farther and farther, he crossed his waist and shouted: "I asked you to wait for me, bastard, you dare not listen to me, I am your cousin." ”

I saw Ling Zifeng tremble all over, and suddenly stopped. Ling Mengran looked at it and was very proud in his heart: Don't say it, this sentence is quite useful, this won't work immediately.

"How do you know?" Ling Zifeng looked back a little embarrassed and asked with difficulty.

Ling Mengran rolled her eyes: You said it yourself!

When was Ling Zifeng shocked, I said it myself, how did I not know.

"You drank like a cow last night, drunk like a pig, how do you not know, you don't know so much, how much oil and water you rubbed on your cousin and me, how much tofu you ate, I can remember it clearly for you. Ling Mengran didn't have a good face when he remembered what happened last night.

Forehead!

Ling Zifeng suddenly blushed like a frosted eggplant, lowered his head and kept apologizing: I'm sorry, I drank too much, I really don't know what happened last night.

You really can't remember? Ling Mengran looked at him anxiously, and suddenly wanted to tease him.

"I really don't know, I swear to God!" Ling Zifeng solemnly raised his fingers.

Okay, I'll tease you, besides, even if something happens, I won't let you be responsible, sweet "cousin". Ling Mengran interrupted him with a smile, and deliberately bit his cousin's two-word accent very hard. Let Ling Zifeng lose for a while.

Sample, let you laugh a few days ago, let you see my jokes, let you always bully me, and now I finally have the handle in my hands.

Ling Mengran thought so in her heart, her mood was extremely happy, it turned out that she still had relatives in the world, it turned out that she was not lonely, father, mother, grandfather, aunt, have you seen it in the sky?