Dong Yin's action and courage have always been comparable to ordinary weak women in the boudoir, and Shuheng received her notebook two days later. Dong Yin asked her to go to Guangji Temple with her.

The sky is grayish-white, the damp fog is filled, and the spirit of Shuheng is not very good, this kind of weather will always make people lazy and unmotivated. However, Shuheng, who has always been very concerned about Dong Yin's affairs, naturally supports it unconditionally to the end.

Before leaving, boarding the carriage, Shuheng walked a few steps, came to Dong Yin, and stared at her eyes: "Sister, I only ask one last question, don't you regret it?" ”

"No regrets." Dong Yin gritted his teeth. "I've been working hard for so long, it's a hard feeling, but I have to go through it. I know that I don't have that feeling in anyone else. ”

Shuheng couldn't help but think of the red and white roses in Zhang Ailing's pen, the beautiful, warm and capricious childish red roses, after being hurt by love, he sighed at the lights and shadows outside the car window, love is a very hard thing, but people still have to learn to love after all.

"Good. What you said before, I will give it back to you now, and I will always support you to the end. Shuheng took her hand.

Looking up at the high spire and stepping on the wide and bright cloud-sweeping road under his feet, Shuheng couldn't help but recall the time when Gnosis got up from the steps. If it was Dong Yin who met by chance, she was the beauty who saved the hero, would things have gone smoothly?

Shuheng looked at Dong Yin sideways, the little girl who had been carefully cleaned up, upright and youthful, in her prime, like a lily of the valley flower with dew. She was wearing a custom-made dress from Cutting Cloud Fang, beautiful and noble, like a white swan. The jade bracelet on her wrist has long been gone, and when Shuheng saw her three days ago, she was wearing a pair of beads engraved on the head of the Buddha with red sandalwood leaves.

Very well, even if you are superstitious about the greatness of the power of love, you can't ignore the skin.

The most primitive temptation of women to men is still skin. Think about the green snake, the charming and enchanting monk Fahai who can be seduced by things, and then think about the monk Xuanzang Gao's apprentice debater, the god Buddha nature is still defeated by the princess Gao Yang. It's not a sin, it's a genomic influence. What's more, Wang Haoyu is not the Shakyamuni who realized under the Bodhi tree at the beginning, and he can scold the pink skeleton in front of the red face, he was originally a reluctant monk.

If there was no □□, he was afraid that he would still be farming in Qinzhou, and now the children can make soy sauce.

People are not as good as the sky, the two of them have not finished climbing the steps, the already dark sky is splashed black like ink, the mountain wind is howling, Shuheng is holding Dong Yin in one hand, pressing the hat with the other, the wide sleeves are fluttering, the skirt is wrapped around the legs, and it is extremely difficult to walk.

"Sister, on such a heavy day to confess to your sweetheart, don't you go out and look at the yellow calendar?" The mountain wind was howling, full of water vapor and rushing to the body. Shuheng opened his mouth to the wind, choking on the wind in his throat with one mouth. For the sake of secrecy, Shuheng only brought the most honest honey, but Dong Yin didn't even bring Yan Ni, and the carriages and horses were all hired separately.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ah Heng, thank you." Dong Yin was also messy and incoherent.

Before entering the door, there was rain falling from the sky, and the sky was thundering, and the two looked at each other, but they didn't care about the image, and they rushed to the temple with their skirts tacitly. The shoes and socks are wet, the skirt is scattered, the hair is messy, and the jade hairpin is slipped, and there is no longer a little dignified and elegant. When Dong Yin arrived at His Royal Highness Daxiongbao, he took a handkerchief to wipe his face, and the rouge and gouache were all wiped clean, revealing a slightly dry red complexion in the white. Shuheng put down the hat he was holding in his hand and approached her cheeks: "Sister stayed up late?" ”

Dong Yin subconsciously covered his eyes: "Is the red one obvious?" I haven't slept in two nights. ”

I understand your apprehension and insomnia. But this preparation is really inadequate. Shu Heng looked at her seriously, the Luo gauze skirt was wet from the rain, clinging to her arm, and even the snow-white middle coat inside could be seen, and the skirt was dripping down against the trouser legs, revealing a pair of red embroidered shoes with mottled water stains. Not even a change of clothes.

Honey wanted to use a handkerchief to help Shuheng wipe her hair, and Shuheng waved her hand to let her use it herself: "A handkerchief is not good, you twist your hair first, don't fall ill." High fever is no joke. She touched her sleeve, wet and sticking to her body, shivering with cold wind, and she didn't have any clothes with her.

Do you want to retreat when the time comes? Dong Yin silently looked up at the mountains and rains outside the door, his face flickered brightly and darkly, and he opened his mouth for a while, and his tone was extremely resolute: "Ah Heng, it's today." I knew that if I were to go back today, I would never have the courage to do it again. If it happens, then I thank the Buddha, if it doesn't work, it's providence. ”

She reached out again and touched her face, her eyes bright and decisive: "Fight, as you said, no matter how bad it is, it's just one more rope." ”

Shuheng gave two thumbs up, and then when the mountain wind blew, she immediately withdrew her hand and hugged her shoulder: "Come on, I'll wait for you in the back compartment." Don't be afraid, I've always been there. ”

Dong Yin nodded vigorously. Shu Heng was about to leave, but she grabbed him: "Ah Heng, stay with me for a while." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "You go with me." ”

Shu Heng crooked the corners of his mouth: "How can this work, I want to keep an eye on you." Besides, if outsiders are present, there are a lot of things that are inconvenient to say. You just have to be honest with yourself. At least let the Gnosis know that she was loved by a girl with her heart. ”

Dong Yin's face suddenly turned red, and the blush disappeared for a while, and his face became even paler. Shuheng shook her hand vigorously, "I'll send you to Zhongpanyuan, and you have to do the rest yourself." ”

Zhongpanyuan is in the back room of Guangji Temple, and Gnostic, as a disciple of Ming Xiu, has a treatment that ordinary monks can't enjoy. The rain was weak, and Dong Yin came to tread water under the repeated encouragement of Shuheng, leaving footsteps along the way.

There was an old monk at the gate of Zhongpanyuan holding a broom and a bucket to clean up the stagnant water, and when he saw that the two of them only raised their eyes slightly, they lowered their heads again, and they didn't seem to be curious at all and didn't care. Influenced by martial arts novels, Shu Heng has always retained fascinated respect for such a sweeping monk, respectfully raised his palms in front of him, bowed down and slipped past him in small steps. The overly respectful posture and Yan Sù's expression were simply inexplicable, Dong Yin looked quite funny, and then some of the tension was eliminated.

Gnostic. One glance, just one glance, Shuheng knew why Dong Yin missed him. Even if it's a monk, this is an overly good monk. Far away Shuheng saw the figure of a snow-white rolling silver line robe, the face was dignified and handsome, needless to say, but also more valuable and the body was dusty, walking as if the sea of clouds had been opened, and the body was surrounded by thousands of rays of light, no wonder he was called a holy monk at a young age, and when he saw him, it would make people think of the indifference of my Buddha and a smile, and the white lotus had tears of compassion.

The corners of the lips are a little raised, as if they have been smiling, how can a monk have such a pair of lips? Because of that little smile, the holiness of the clouds and the red dust of the world are just right. People don't feel unattainable, they just want to bow and worship, but they have more intimacy.

He held a black bird in his hand, and Shuheng looked at it like an owl. When he stroked the wild bird's head with a smile and sent it high into the air with a gentle wave of his hand, Shuheng felt that Dong Yin was almost fainting with happiness. I wish I had become the bird myself.

The wind chimes on the eaves are still ringing, and the raindrops are falling from the green tiles and falling on the large rocks. Shuheng pushed Dong Yin: "Go quickly, don't miss the opportunity." ”

Seeing Dong Yin staggering over, Shuheng lowered his voice and said, "Come on, come on!" I'll be waiting for you in the back. ”

She waved her hand and let Honey retreat outside Zhong Pan Courtyard, but she turned around and took a few steps back, looked around, hid behind a pine tree, poked her head slightly, and saw that Dong Yin had come into contact with Gnosis.

Gnosis gave the Buddha to Dong Yin, greeted with a smile, and talked about the female benefactor and the like. Dong Yin didn't react. Gnosis saluted her again, and recited the Buddha's name again, Dong Yin rushed to the front with a bang, but for some reason he only stood stupidly, and he didn't move at all. Shuheng was a little anxious, how did the girl who was so lively and jumpy become the king of the daughter country who met the holy monk? Look at the face of the fan.

Gnosis smiled more and more magnanimously, he took a step forward slightly, and gave another salute, and the sound of singing the Buddha's horn became clearer and more pleasant, and even Shuheng, who was eight feet away, heard it. Then Dong Yin cried - without warning, and the tears suddenly rolled down.

Why did Shuheng know, not because she stood on the side and saw Dong Yin's tears, but when she stood behind, she saw Dong Yin's trembling shoulders, she gently covered her heart, she shrunk her body and shed hot tears, her slender body trembled slightly, as if years of longing, resentment, pain and unspeakable tears were tilted out.

Gnosis was apparently a little surprised, too. About any random man, he can't help but step forward and give her a warm embrace or a solid shoulder, but he is a monk.

After all, the skin did not play a role in this relationship, because the current Dong Yin is really a wolf. The wet hair is attached to the neck, the cheeks are snow-white and snow-white, and the healthy and ruddy blood color cannot be seen, the eyebrows are light and the lips are white, and the girl's beauty cannot be seen, and even the beautiful clothes cannot see the original luxurious appearance. Shu Heng saw the momentary pity and stunned on Gnossy's face, and then saw him take off his robe, hold it in both hands, bend down slightly, and hand it over respectfully and without squinting.

Dong Yin took the snow-white robe, but did not put it on her body but hugged it in her arms, the hot tears fell more fiercely like beads, and finally squatted, her face buried in the robe, and she was unwilling to lift it again, and her whimpering cries were floating in the wind.

Shu Heng's eyes were slightly red, and a sourness rose in his heart. That's it, there is this one, but I can't ask for it, Dong Yin will not be depressed for life, and he will not raise his eyebrows in his life.

The seedlings who have been selected by Ming Xiu since childhood naturally have their differences, and other men may have taken the opportunity to start or be embarrassed. Gnosis took a step back slightly, regardless of the cold and wet floor, he sat on the damp wooden corridor, his hands folded, and a copy of the Heart Sutra was recited through his mouth, bringing a strange power to soothe people's hearts.

She was crying while he was chanting. On the ground are the remnants of fallen flowers, and there are rain clouds floating on the top of the mountain. It's a strange picture, but it's surprisingly harmonious.

The sound of chanting like a breeze from a clear spring flowed into her heart, Dong Yin's love gradually stabilized, and Shu Heng saw that her shoulders and back, which were originally trembling gently, were motionless, and he knew that she had collected her tears. The next step is the most important step, and if you don't be honest at this time, I'm afraid that you will never have the courage to speak your mind again. Shuheng clenched his palm tightly and sweated out without noticing.

Dong Yin raised his head with two peach-like eyes, and slowly got up, Shuheng couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth, and his heart pounded faster. Unexpectedly, in an instant, Dong Yin fell straight forward like a small tree whose foundation had been broken.

Shuheng was dumbfounded in an instant, and he couldn't care much more, so he rushed over with his feet. Gnosis was also frightened, leaned forward, and slipped and crawled on the floor, but Dong Yin landed on his back. Shu Heng saw that his body was pressed and didn't dare to move, but he still raised his palms and closed his eyes to read his sins and sins, and there was a hint of amusement in his nervousness.

Gnosis naturally saw her, too. Seeing Shuheng, it was as if he had seen a savior again. Shuheng was still free, picked up Dong Yin, and barely stopped him in his arms, only to notice that this girl's body was cold and silky, her lips were very dry, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, which was really pitiful. She hadn't slept well for a few days, climbed this step again, rained, cried bitterly, and was still squatting just now, and the weak girl in the boudoir was tossed down in a series of ways, and she was also physically and mentally exhausted.

Gnosis finally showed some nervousness and crampedness, and it seemed that there was no place to put his hands and feet, and he had to help, but it was difficult to reach out. Shu Heng was calmer than him, and smiled slightly, with a little bitterness: "It turns out that the Buddha Pudu sentient beings do not include women. Gnosis was stunned for a moment, and Shuheng said: "Holy monk don't have to be embarrassed, my sister has been unhappy for three or four years in a row, and today I can finally take a breath, I already thank you very much." ”

After that, the honey that happened to hear Shu Heng's exclamation also rushed in, and Shu Heng beckoned her to come over and take hands, and the two hugged Dong Yin together. Seeing the two of them stumbling out on the fainting Dong Yin, the stunned gnosis strode forward: "County Lord, please come with me." ”

Focusing on the appearance of things, in vain abiding by the rules, there is no one in front of you who can not help each other, how can you talk about Pudu sentient beings? Gnosis waved his hand, bowed slightly and pointed in a direction: "Fang drive this way." ”

Shu Heng hurriedly signaled to Honey to follow, it is important to save people, Dong Yin was just in a coma for a while, although he knew that there would be no big danger, but this kind of look was anxious. She looked at Gnostic's back, which was slightly hasty in its integrity, and then looked back at Dong Yin, who was in a daze, and sighed emptyly.