Ling Qingcheng saw that the scholar was polite and polite, so he didn't think much about it, let him in, and poured him a bowl of tea. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Qingcheng didn't know much about the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain, so he only knew a way down the mountain, so he pointed it out to the scholar, who knew that the scholar didn't understand after saying it twice, so Ling Qingcheng had to take out a pen and paper to help him draw it.

The scholar took the drawings and thanked him, got up and prepared to leave, Ling Qingcheng carried a bamboo basket on his back to the river to fish, and if there were more, he could take them to the Crane Courtyard on the mountain to feed the red-crowned cranes.

Thinking that Xing Su and Zhang Su were still living nearby, she planned to invite them to the small courtyard when they would die later and no longer persuade her.

The last time a mighty crowd came, the host was particularly tolerant of her, a disciple of the outer court, and from time to time instilled in her that cultivation lies in the heart, not in the form, she doesn't have to taboo, she just needs to be quiet in her heart, and if she has a Buddha in her heart, she is practicing Buddha.

Ling Qingcheng didn't force it, and whoever faced the emperor, the emperor and the prime minister's three persuasions would mess up the Buddha's heart.

Especially King Cheng, Ling Qingcheng knew that King Cheng was a monk and often went out to preach, and many people were not his opponents, and even said that the host of a temple was sick for a month. She suddenly understood why Concubine Cheng was married by King Cheng, it was not that the family did not enter the door, maybe part of her ability to say came from this imperial uncle.

Under their attack like this, the presiding officer of Qingyun Temple was already considered to be strong in Buddha nature without giving birth to inner demons, so she was not angry that she was being raised like this.

Ling Qingcheng asked the host to give her a share of the monk's work and rest time, even if they were unwilling to take her to the morning class, she wanted to know how to practice, she couldn't say that she slept until she woke up naturally like in the princess's mansion, and ate meat until her stomach cramped.

The host still has very high requirements for cultivating Buddhism, gave Ling Qingcheng a rest time, and brought a lot of books over, so that she can ask him if she doesn't understand anything.

Fishing and feeding the cranes, the morning passed, Ling Qingcheng would cook and eat in the courtyard, then read a book, take a nap for an hour, and then see the evening in the yard.

When she saw that it was getting dark, and was about to make dinner, the scholar from the morning suddenly appeared at the door, but he now looked a little embarrassed, his clothes were covered with mud stains and leaves, and his hair was scattered.

"This donor, haven't you come down the mountain yet?"

The scholar smiled slightly embarrassedly: "In the next ...... Seems to be lost again. ”

Ling Qingcheng shook his head helplessly and had to let him in, it was already dark, and he couldn't see much way down the mountain, although he could go up the mountain to live in Qingyun Temple, but his sense of direction was so poor, he might not be able to get to Qingyun Temple, Ling Qingcheng didn't want to add an extra burden, so he let him stay.

When the scholar heard that he could stay, he was grateful, and went to the kitchen to help diligently.

Ling Qingcheng didn't see that he could cook, so he let him out, the scholar felt that he couldn't get by, and insisted on helping her, Ling Qingcheng had to let him do some things to wash vegetables and boil water.

The two of them ate dinner separately, all of which were simple side dishes, the small fish in the river boiled fish soup, and the green vegetables in the yard were chopped and topped with flour, and a few green vegetable cakes were made.

The scholar drank the soup and praised it repeatedly, Ling Qingcheng saw that he accidentally noticed the man's shoes, using a good thick soft sole, this kind of shoes would be much easier to go up and down the mountain, but this kind of rich man's son, why don't he bring a little girl? Maybe he was separated from the little guy, Ling Qingcheng thought.

After a brief inquiry, I learned that the scholar was going to the capital to visit relatives, and learned that there was a temple here, so I wanted to come to worship and pray for my mother, but I didn't know that I was lost.

Ling Qingcheng promised to send him up the mountain tomorrow and then send him down the mountain, so that he didn't have to worry about walking around and still in the mountain.

The scholar was grateful and gave a jade pendant on his body to Ling Qingcheng, but Ling Qingcheng did not accept it.

"Could it be that the master dislikes this jade?"

"I'm a monk, what do you want these things to do, even if it's someone else, I'll do it like that, do a good deed every day. ”

"That ......" the scholar rummaged through his body and took out a string of amber Buddha beads, "This is brought from home, my mother believes in Buddhism, let me take it to feel the aura and open the light, there are two strings, one for the master." ”

Ling Qingcheng politely declined, so that he could give it to the host, after all, she was a disciple of Qingyun Temple, and the meals here were all prepared by the temple.

The scholar had to take back the Buddha beads, and the next day Ling Qingcheng got up early to send the scholar to Qingyun Temple, he gave the Buddha beads to the host, and after listening to his situation, he also arranged for the little monk of the temple to send him down the mountain.

Ling Qingcheng was relieved to see that someone sent him, but who knew that the scholar repeatedly asked to thank him, and wishfully set the time for the next meeting, and then left.

The more Ling Qingcheng returned to the small courtyard, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was a problem, she reflected her own shadow from the drinking water by the river, her hair was cut off, just at the position of her shoulder, if it was tied up, it would look strange, so she simply scattered, tied a plain handkerchief on her head, and straightened her hair.

Now she looks very ordinary, why does this scholar look like he is in love with her?

After a few days, the scholar really came to thank him again, this time he brought a lot of things, and he talked more, which made Ling Qingcheng confused.

In order to let him leave early, after the scholar put down his things, Ling Qingcheng sent him down the mountain.

"Master, when you come down to thank you, can't you even drink saliva?"

Ling Qingcheng picked up the teacup on the table and gave it to him: "Drink, drink it and leave." ”

The scholar took a sip of water, but stood in the courtyard and refused to leave.

"Master, are you in a hurry? It's okay, you can wait here. ”

"My most urgent thing is to send you down the mountain, if it's late, you have to go to Qingyun Temple to rest, and let the little monk send you tomorrow, how about it?"

The scholar thought for a moment: "Then let's leave tomorrow." ”

Ling Qingcheng felt that there must be something wrong with this person, she didn't think she would be very attractive, even if she did, she was now a monk, and whoever was tempted by a monk either had ulterior motives or was psychopathic.

The scholar had no intention of leaving at all, and Ling Qingcheng went to the mountain to feed the red-crowned cranes with a bamboo basket on his back.

The scholar wanted to follow, Ling Qingcheng refused, she walked out quickly, and the scholar followed behind, but she had martial arts, and after following for a while, the scholar was thrown far away by her.

After Ling Qingcheng left, she returned again, but this time she was walking through the woods and no one noticed.

When she saw the scholar looking around in the woods just now, he didn't look like a person who would get lost.

The scholar didn't find it everywhere, so he went straight up the mountain, Ling Qingcheng was very sure that he was not a road idiot, and the dirt and leaves on his body were brought back and forth.

When the scholar arrived at Qingyun Temple, Ling Qingcheng went out with a bamboo basket on his back, and the scholar immediately smiled when he saw her, which made Ling Qingcheng a little scared.