Dharma, Dharma as the degree? Thinking like this, Jingluan opened his mouth and asked again: "Master's Dharma name, is it the word 'Fadu'?" "Actually, it's nonsense.

Fadu has a jaw and a head.

After receiving the affirmation, Jingluan also nodded, raised his hand to his chest and bowed: "My surname is Xiao, and my name is Jingluan." ”

It is also an invisible line of chance in the dark, Xiao Jingluan did not say which two words his name was. There are so many repeated words in this world, but the law is clear in an instant, and there is no mistake at all.

Jingluan, a clean and unhindered bird, a lonely phoenix, no partner...... Suddenly, I don't know what kind of subconscious it was, Fa Du suddenly had such a thought, but he restrained it in time.

The wick in the candle on one side made a "stinging" sound, and the oil inside was gradually burning out. It turns out that unconsciously, the two of them have been talking for so long! Wandering in his heart along a little Lingxi, Fadu thought of something at this moment, frowned and asked Jingluan: "In the desert and in Linchang, in addition to the donor, are there any other Han people?" Exit felt that his question was a bit unprovoked, and sure enough, seeing that Jingluan frowned and seemed puzzled, he smiled and added again, "It's not a secret, a few days ago at night, I was standing under the sunset in the desert sand dunes, and suddenly heard the sound of a flute in my ears with the help of the wind...... It is vaguely recognizable as the song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" by Han Land. He paused, "I also obeyed the curiosity in my heart, and followed the guidance of the sound of the flute to see who was playing this song, and walked all the way, and recklessly offended the territory of the imperial city, and was arrested as a homeless by the soldiers on patrol." ”

""Flat Sand and Falling Geese"?" Jingluan is steep and must be a god!

The song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" was not played by Dong Xiao, and the performance of this song by the flute was originally the original creation of Jingluan.

I vaguely think of that day, under the desert scenery and the brilliant and oppressive sunset...... Suddenly, a little bit of spirit was in their hearts, and the two of them invariably looked at the bright eyes of both sides, and without saying much, they suddenly understood their meaning when they looked at each other!

"Except for the two of us, I don't know if there are any people from Han in Linchang." Even though he already knew who the person Fadu was looking for was, Jingluan still subconsciously said the words that were stuck in his throat.

Fadu's mind suddenly rose and fell, "meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land" is a great joy in life! With such fate, he suddenly felt that the whole person was light and light: "It turns out that Xiao Gongzi is the one who played "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" that night! He sighed, affirmatively. It turned out that the person he was looking for that night was Xiao Jingluan, the old prince in front of him!

The two had a tacit understanding for a while, and then they were hahadaxiao again. This hearty laughter rippled around the loneliness, imperceptibly blowing away the invisible cold in the void.

Jing Luan stood up again, raised his hand to take out the jasper flute from his sleeve, paced forward, stood next to the window, and raised his hand to push the hidden window open slightly.

When I landed, the night breeze irrigated the room, and the whole body suddenly felt cold, and the muscles instinctively shivered slightly, but the consciousness was clearer and the shallow tiredness was suddenly dissipated! He stood like jade, stroked the hole flute with his slender plain fingers, and once again played the song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" from the distant Han land.

After going out for so long, although you can be home everywhere and home everywhere, the wanderer who travels far away will probably still remember the origin of his former hometown at some point before he completely cuts off the fetters of this heavy red dust.

In this vein that seems to be dyed with colorful dong flutes, the wandering monk Fadu suddenly has such an incomparable feeling of safety and innocence when he returned to his mother's body.

With endless serenity and special joy, Fadu meditated with his knees crossed and listening to the sound of the flute......

The extreme stability and peace of this night, such a wordless illusion as if embarking on the road home, the two of them have not experienced it for a long time. At this moment, a hundred nameless feelings are wandering back to the tide, and all the good things are luxury, but they make people sink like this.

The time of being free and the heart is clean, and forgetting worries is eternal, although short.