There was a sound of green bamboo eagerly looking in front of him, and he took a step and ran over in small steps, "Green bamboo, here!" ”

Hearing the voice, Lu Zhu immediately looked for it, and asked with an eager face, "Miss, where have you been?" ”

After trimming the whole dress, "Just wandering around, forgetting the time for a while, what about the red tassel?" ”

"Hongying went to the front to find Miss You, after we burned the candle, we found that Miss was not at Master Kongbei, so we came out to look for it, I guess she is still looking for it at this time."

"Then you go and get the red tassel back first, I'll go find the master of empty sorrow, look at the sun, we've been out for a long time." Looking up at the dazzling sunlight, he said thoughtfully.

"Okay, then Miss have to be careful!" Lu Zhu said uneasily.

"Well, go ahead!" He waved his hand and motioned for her to go, and he walked to the end of the trail.

In the peach blossom forest, Zhao Jing'an looked at the figure that disappeared in the shadow of the trees, looked at the pale green handkerchief hanging on the tree and was forgotten by the owner, stepped forward to take it down, spread it out and looked at it, there was a bush of green bamboo embroidered on it, and a delicate word 'smoke' was embroidered in the corner.

Before I got it to my nose, I smelled a faint scent of pear.

The face that had not changed for ten thousand years was actually a little loose, and his eyebrows moved, and he felt that the fragrance was very good.

Looking up at the treetops, still still, "Was it windy just now?" ”

Zhao An, who didn't know why, looked at Zhao Jing'an in confusion, and didn't know what he meant, so he could only answer solemnly: "Master, it didn't blow just now!" ”

Although he is in the forest, people who practice martial arts are more sensitive to changes in the outside world, so Zhao An can answer with certainty.

"Humph!" Zhao Jing'an's eyes narrowed and pursed.

is really a smart and alert woman, and she is not chaotic in the face of danger.

He could lie under his nose, and he didn't even find out afterwards.

"Master, is there something wrong?" Zhao An asked suspiciously.

"Nothing!"

"Explain it, and things will be done according to the plan, and remember not to leak the news." He took his handkerchief into his arms, waved his sleeves, and turned and walked deeper into the woods.

"Yes! Master! When Zhao An raised his head, the figures were gone, scratching his hair, and the people quickly disappeared into the woods.

The breeze blew, leaving only a few fallen and dry leaves, broken branches, and deep and shallow footprints on the grass.

Yan Rumeng came to a separate house, and a large white curtain fell at the door of the house, on which was written a square word 'Zen'.

stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Is Master Empty Sorrow here?" ”

After knocking on the door, Yan Rumeng stood respectfully at the door, waiting for the answer of the people inside.

After a while, the huge curtain was lifted, and an old man wearing an old gray Zen robe, with a white beard and a wrinkled face, appeared.

Clasped his hands together, bowed his waist slightly, and said with a smile: "Female donor, please come in!" "Hello Master!" He also clasped his hands together and responded with a smile.

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled a smell of sandalwood, mixed with the smell of silk incense.

He took a deep breath, "The master is still so quiet and quiet here. ”

Looking around, there is only one table in the room, four benches, in front of the bench is placed a portrait of the Buddha, imagine that there is a small incense burner in front of it, next to the small incense burner is a wooden fish, and in the far corner there is a small bed.

"Donor, please take a seat!" Master Empty Sorrow brought out a pot of tea from the cubicle next to him and placed it on the table.

Pour a cup of tea from the pot and hand it to Yan Rumeng, "Taste it!" This is the tea that was just picked a few years ago, and the water used to make the tea is also the dew on the peach petals. ”

"Thank you, master, the master has a heart." Yan Rumeng took the tea, took a sip, and circled the tea in his mouth, only to feel that his mouth was full of fragrance.

"Take a sip, the bottom of the throat is sweet, overflowing with the fragrance of tea. What a great tea! Yan Rumeng carefully felt the aftertaste left in her mouth, and only felt that this was the most artistic tea she had ever drunk.

Master Empty Compassion smiled and nodded, the folds on his face were piled together, not ugly but very kind.

"What is the reason why the donor is here this time? It's been a long time since the donor last came, and the last time I saw you, I came with Mrs. Smoke. ”

Yan Rumeng put down the teacup with worry on his face, "Master, my family is going to move to the capital in September this year, and I came this time to think that the master will calculate the fortune of the Yan family in the future." ”

"The Yan family is also a big family in Jiangnan, and its roots are also in Jiangnan, why do you want to move your family to the capital?" Master Kongbei took a sip of tea and looked at the smoke like a dream.

"Since ancient times, the most despised businessman, the master also knows that my eldest brother was in high school last year, and now he is working in the capital, and the family thinks twice, and feels that the family moving to the capital is powerful for the eldest brother's career, although it can't help a lot, but it is also good to help at a critical moment. But the people in the capital are complicated, and the forces are also intertwined, and I don't know what will happen in the future, so I came to the master today and wanted to ask the master to channel the depression in my heart. ”

Without saying a word, the more worried Yan Rumeng's face became.

Ever since Zhilu Dao's family was about to move to the capital, somehow, Rumeng's heart began to feel uneasy, and every day passed, the more worried his heart became.

After arriving at the end of the day, I felt that it was not a way, so I thought of coming to this Jialan Temple to find the master of empty sorrow.

Hearing this, Master Kongbei's hand directly dipped a little water in the cup and drew a picture on the table.

Yan Rumeng didn't know what Master Empty Sorrow had drawn, looking at Master Empty Sorrow's brows wrinkled together, his body moved forward in a hurry, and he didn't care about etiquette, "How is it?" Guru. ”

Yan Rumeng held his breath, waiting for the reply of the Master of Empty Sorrow.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't just remember that in the future, if you are too persistent, let go of it, and follow your heart, that's right." Master Empty Sorrow put his hand on his chest, patted it lightly, and said meaningfully.