The forty-second round was lifted into the shallow pool

Zhongnan Mountain, there are many mountains, many trees, and many temples. Qin Ying and the others found an abandoned ruined temple before the rain turned down.

Ruqi stood in front of the high threshold of the paint and twisted the water on his robe before stepping over.

He was soaking wet, and the light gray monk's robe outside had turned dark gray.

This temple has obviously been abandoned for a long time. The beams above the wooden Buddha statue are densely covered with cobwebs.

She came in and walked around, pulled out two old futons from behind the incense table, and then pulled out a black pot.

Holding this ugly-looking pot, Qin Ying took some rainwater and poured it out, and reconnected the small half pot of water.

Throwing the two dogwoods she had picked along the way into the pot, she walked back to the temple to look at what could be burned around her.

Finally, her eyes were fixed on the incense table offered in the temple, and in the middle of the case was sitting a Buddha statue in a dignified manner.

Before Qin Ying stretched out his hand to take this small wood carving, he still hesitated and asked Ruqi, who was sitting cross-legged:

"Can this Buddha statue be burned as firewood?"

She feels that she is a Taoist person, and it is okay if she does not believe in Buddhism, but she still has to respect the beliefs of others.

As soon as the words came out, she felt that she was not kind. In front of a monk, it was too unreasonable for her to ask such a question.

The corners of Ruqi's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and finally replied: "This move is not very appropriate, the little monk picks up some dead branches." ”

Qin Ying nodded in understanding: If anyone wants to burn the Sanqing wooden statue in front of her, she will definitely not follow it.

She took off the big hat on top of her head and handed it to the other party: "Oh, return you." He was again caught in the rain.

After a while, he got back some dry branches that had been wet by the rain, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Qin Ying sitting in place for a long time, not carrying himself and burning the carved Buddha statue with wood to keep warm.

Ruqi squatted down and built the dead branches into a flammable appearance.

Qin Ying rubbed his cold hands, unwrapped his burden and took out a flint.

This flint has been used since last autumn and has accompanied Qin Ying for more than half a year.

The wet wood is not very good to light a fire, and Qin Ying is so anxious that he sweats on his forehead when he pinches the flint, and Ruqi also came over to help.

Soon the withered branches were emitting curling green smoke, and Qin Ying praised him when he saw this:

"You're very skilled, and it looks like you often live in the wild?"

"The little monk traveled outside two years ago, and he also has some experience in this kind of thing." He patted his hand, which was stained with grass ash.

Qin Ying nodded and put away the lacquer-colored flint and put the pot shelf with rain and dogwood.

In the middle of the night, the water boiled, and the dogwood was up and down in the pot. A spicy, pungent smell wafts out slowly.

Ruqi was very sensitive to the strong smell of one qiē, and he pinched his nose and said in a muffled voice, "What are you cooking?" ”

"Dogwood soup." Inadvertently catching a glimpse of his dazed look, Qin Ying said, "It's used to dispel cold and dampness." ”

Reaching out to see the color of the soup to make sure it wasn't ready, she put her hands up again.

"You know the herbs?" He asked, surprised.

The mist on the pot rose into the air, blurring each other's vision.

Ruqi couldn't help but feel that it was not a child sitting opposite, but an elder.

Qin Ying didn't seem to grasp the point, and there was a surprised tone in her words: "Can this be used in medicine?" ”

She grew up in the Taibai Mountains since she was a child, and she is very familiar with the ordinary plants and trees in the mountains.

What plant has what does it do, when my sister was young in Qin Ying, she was called for a long time.

Qin Ying didn't recognize the Fire Crystal Persimmon yesterday, just because she hadn't seen its poor unripe appearance much.

Just thinking about it, her nose itched a little. With a sneeze, she suddenly remembered that her robe was still wet.

looked at Ruqi on the other side, and was also awakened by her sneezing.

He, he, he's untying the outermost belt of the monk's robe.

- The ancients, what?

Qin Ying quickly closed her eyes. Then I was afraid that my eyelids would be shallow, so I tied a foot-wide hairband to my eyes.

-- Do not see, hear, speak, and move.

She awkwardly silently recited the famous quote that she had remembered for a long time, hoping that the other party's change of clothes would be faster.

Listening to the sound of Suo Suo not far away, Qin Ying's whole body stiffened and couldn't move, but a burst of blood qi was surging towards his head.

"Alright." The noise on Ruqi's side stopped, and he said again.

Qin Ying lowered his head and removed the hairband that was blindfolded, and when he looked up, he saw that he was only wearing a white middle coat.

The pot was taken from the fire by him, and the mist could no longer obscure the view.

Ruqi's skin is very white, and he used to wear monk robes such as bean paste or magnolia, which didn't give people an obvious feeling.

Now he wore a spotless white midcoat, as if he wanted to blend in with the clothes on his body

At the same time, she had a strange feeling that "white suits him very well".

"Why don't you wear monk's robes?" Qin Ying set his eyes on the temple gate and pretended to be relaxed.

Ruqi didn't see the unnaturalness on Qin Ying's face, and replied: "The monk's robe in the baggage is wet, so there is no need to change it." ”

As he spoke, he leaned close to the fire and hung his wet clothes beside the fire.

Summoning up the courage to face him squarely for a moment, Qin Ying lowered his eyebrows again. Because the white mass in front of me is really a bit dazzling.

"Is the soup ready?" She said.

He nodded, "Yes." Come and drink. ”

The taste of dogwood soup is very similar to that of ginger soup.

Qin Ying suffocated the somewhat spicy soup in one breath, and thought: Probably the soup that dispels cold and dampness tastes similar.

The rain stopped in the afternoon, and Qin Ying saw that Ruqi's clothes and robes had not dried yet, so he proposed to rest here for the night.

At night, she fell asleep curled up on the futon with her blue cloth baggage.

Ruqi sat quietly on the futon, his eyes slightly squinted at the vigorous and dancing flames.

The flames gradually weakened, but from time to time a shining spark erupted.

Seeing this, he stretched out his hand and added half of the dead branch, and then pinched the seal of meditation.

In this way, he kept silent all night.

Early in the morning, they packed up the fire, wrapped up their dry clothes, and set off.

After a few days, they came across a pool of clear water.

Such as the seven sue sù Qin Ying, there are several pools at the foot of Guifeng Mountain, presumably Longtian Temple is about to arrive.

She was very excited to see Bitan, but not because she was about to arrive at Longtian Temple.

Qin Ying likes to play in the water, no, it should be said that Qin Ying likes to go into the water to touch the fish - she has a deep love for fish.

Taking off his shoes and socks, Qin Ying carried his clothes and entered the pool barefoot, and then let out a low sigh.

"What's wrong?" Ruqi stood on the edge of the pool and watched her enter the water.

It's been four years since he was crowned, and his playfulness has been much more restrained. Seeing the clear and lovely Bitan, he would not be as excited as Qin Ying.

She waved her hand to signal that she was fine: "The water in the pool is so cold." "It's a little biting cold.

Below the ankle was frozen to the point of wood. Qin Ying lowered her eyes, and saw that the water in the pool was like a screen, quiet and waveless, and the bottom of the clear pool could be seen at a glance.

The swimming fish in the water circled around Qin Ying freely, which made her think about grilling fish.

However, when he looked up and saw Ruqi staring at him, Qin Ying's thoughts could only endure it.

She waded through the water for a while, and when she came ashore, Ruqi smiled at her with bent eyebrows. That smile was as warm as the wind.

Qin Ying was stunned for a moment, and she heard a string snap in her head.