In early spring, the morning fog on the mountain has not completely dissipated, and the crisp birdsong can be heard among the pines and cypresses on both sides. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Far away, at the end of the mountain road, a girl of half age swayed along, carrying a long sword with a black scabbard on her shoulder, and a wooden bucket hanging from each side of the sword, from which occasional splashes of water as she swung with each step.

Songyu Temple is named because it is located at the top of the main peak of Songyu Mountain, the front hall of Maitreya and the backyard of Weituo, and the main hall is dedicated to Rulai and Manjushri, Fuxian. It also enshrines the Sun and Moon Light Bodhisattva, the Eighteen Arhats, the Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the Great Trend to the Bodhisattva. The road up the mountain is slow and long, the steps are flat and square, and each step can be called as thin as a book, as wide as a written word, which tests people's patience.

Residents in the vicinity of the mountain believe that only those who are truly devout to worship the Buddha can see the true face of Songyu Temple.

But for the girl who has to go down the mountain to fetch water before dawn, this statement is really ridiculous.

"Ah Huan!" Someone shouted in front of the temple gate, it was a little novice sweeping the floor, he stood on tiptoe and hurriedly waved to the girl who was carrying water, frowning and very impatient.

The girl called Ah Huan was silent, quickened her pace, and shook even more, until she walked in front of Na Shami, and then she answered in a low voice, "Senior brother." ”

Xiao Shami glanced her up and down, "Which one is your senior brother?" Seeing that she bowed her head and was silent, Xiao Shami's tone became more and more unkind, "The dawn is getting earlier and earlier, you are so slow today, who will dare to use you in the future?" ....”

The girl knew that she couldn't argue with him, so she had to bow her head and explain in a low voice, "Master Huiyuan is in retreat, and I picked more today..."

The novice thought of coming, but he refused to give her a good face, and swept her through the door with a wave of his broom.

The girl's name is Xie Huan, born on the eighth day of April in the sixth year of Kangtai, she is twelve years old this year, and she is the youngest daughter of the Xie family of the Dayu Wang clan.

Xie Huan was born with white hair, so he was regarded as a demon by his clan. It's just that Xie Huan's biological mother, Du Shi, loves her daughter and insists on leaving her a way to live. Her father, Xie Yi, reluctantly told her, however, that the eighth day of the fourth month of April was the birthday of the Buddha, so he claimed that this woman was destined for the Buddha and sent someone to Songyu Temple, which was actually controlled by the Xie family.

Xie Huan entered the temple gate all the way, turned a few small corners, put the bucket on the ground, rubbed his sore shoulders and arms, unloaded the long sword and hid it behind him, patted his waist and turned back.

I hadn't walked more than 100 steps when I saw a half-nun, half-dressed little girl walking at the other end of the path. This is the maid sent by her brother Xie Lian to take care of her when she was eight years old, and she named her Tan Yi.

Seeing Xie Huan stop under a tree, Tan Yi bowed slightly, walked quickly in front of her, his voice was choked, his tone was not angry, and even his shoulders were trembling slightly, "Senior sister.... They are really too much, Master Yuan Deng has only been dead for more than a month, and they treat you like this..."As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Xie Huan was also a little emotional when he heard this, and was about to say comfort, when he suddenly heard the ancient banyan tree above his head rustling without wind.

"Life is really difficult, what is death like?" In mid-air, a scattered and childish voice was crisp, "Buddhism is important, it turns out that there are still people crying so much pear blossoms with rain, it is really an eye-opener." ”

"Who?!" Tan Yi wiped his eyes indiscriminately, "Eavesdropping on people, don't come down quickly!" ”

"Eavesdropping?" The green-shirted boy who jumped down from the old banyan tree shook the Buddhist scripture in his hand and turned to Xie Huan, "Since you are so cautious that you let the maid not be called 'Miss' but 'Senior Sister', you shouldn't listen to complaints in this kind of place where people come and go." ”

Tan jumped to his feet in anger, "How can this make people come and go?!" ”

It's no wonder that Tan Yi is annoyed, this path is winding and quiet, and Xie Huan only passes through here when delivering water. If this boy hadn't taken a fancy to this, how could he have read and rested on this tree alone?

The green-shirted boy smiled nonchalantly, "Yes." ”

He pointed to himself with the book he was holding in his right hand, "People come," and made a gesture of "please" and pouted, "People go." ”

"Thank you for the reminder." Xie Huan nodded to him slightly, and then pulled Tan Yi to turn around and walk in the direction of the meditation room.

When the green-shirted boy saw them go away, he stepped on them twice with his strength, and once again merged with the new green tree.

"Senior sister!" When he walked farther, Tan Yi really couldn't hold it back, "Master Yuan Deng just went, and Senior Sister endured it like this, and now even children who are not as tall as Senior Sister dare to offend Senior Sister." ”

Xie Huan turned around with a smile, "It's hard to say whether I'm offended or not, but I only know that there is a huge Songyu Temple, and there is only one person who can lead the cultivation, except for the two of us." ”

Tan Yi was stunned when he heard this, "Senior sister, do you mean that this kid is.... He's not dead yet?! ”

"The Ye family is an orphan, and there is only such a small Ye Ci left in the Guangai Chinese clan now, and he has been thrown here since he was an infant, and to put it bluntly, he is thrown to the Xie family. The father didn't want to take the blame, the emperor didn't want to ruin his name, and the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha let him go like this. ”

“......”

The master and servant chatted all the way, and when they walked to the front of the meditation room, they suddenly found that there were five or six senior brothers standing at the door, and the leader was the oldest senior brother Wen Zhi of this generation. The two of them didn't dare to delay, so they hurriedly quickened their pace and stood at the bottom of the steps, although they bowed down, they didn't know why.

Wen Zhi's face was as pale as frost, and he didn't speak, and threw a book in front of the two of them with a snap.

Xie Huan only glanced at it, and a cold sweat broke out.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival, let you go down the mountain to make fate, you are good, not only listened to the play, but also brought this kind of thing into the temple." Wen Zhi's tone was not very intense, but it was low and depressing.

The few disciples standing behind him were either smiling rather than smiling, and some were watching from the wall, and most of them came to see the play.

Xie Huan took a deep breath, knowing that he was in a catastrophe, and slowly knelt down, "Ah Huan, I know that I am wrong." ”

Hearing this, the master and servant kneeling at the foot of the steps both had long hair and no floor, one white and one black, with an indescribable sense of paradox. To his surprise, although the young daughter of the Xie family was delicate, she was not as charming as the maid behind her, and she was quite colorful when she looked closely.

"That's it, your master and servant are not serious disciples in the temple, but since you practice here, you still have to abide by the rules of the temple. In this case, if you are a first-time offender, you will be punished for copying the Myoho-renge-kyo ten times. ”

When the group walked away, Xie Huan dared to stand up, although he didn't know why the slap was raised high and fell gently, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior sister, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, although we caught up with the girl singing and brought this "Peony Pavilion", but the senior sister has always been careful to hide, how come even the senior brother knows about it?" Tan Yi was still a little trembling with fright.

Xie Huan smiled bitterly, "If Master Yuan Deng was here, they wouldn't have come to 'discover' such a thing." ”

Tan nodded yes, and smiled bitterly.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, Xie Huan picked up water every morning, and then returned to the meditation room to copy the scriptures.

Myoho-renge, flowers and fruits are restrained at the same time, and they come from the mud and are not clean.

It is worth mentioning that the green-shirted boy Ye Ci who met under the tree that day passed by her window from time to time, and occasionally talked a few words, but most of them were not good words. Like now.

"You like watching "The Peony Pavilion" so much, do you like it enough to take risks for it?"

"Sort of." The window was half-open and half-closed, and outside the window was a cherry tree that had just turned green, obscuring the figure of the speaker. Xie Huan didn't even raise his head, and his subordinates kept copying scriptures, but they knew who they were.

Ye Ci laughed "sneering" and poked his face into the window, "Little children, no matter how much you copy, it's useless." ”

"When the Mid-Autumn Festival came down, it was just in time... Do you know the famous horned girl? I was in Wanping City just in time to catch her singing a dream. ”

Xie Huan's pen didn't stop, so she didn't pay attention, and when she mentioned the name of the girl, the person outside the window frowned imperceptibly.

“...... I hate tragedy, and it doesn't matter how twists and turns it takes. ”

"I don't think so." Ye Ci sat on her window lattice with her back to her, swaying her legs, "It's just that you also like Liu Mengmei, and you can't see him fall through." ”

Xie Huan put down his pen and glared.

With a snort, Ye Ci picked up a copy of "Myoho-renge-kyo" casually, and slapped her backhand on the top of her head, "Did I say it?" Du Liniang? ”

Tan Yi came in with vegetarian refreshments, put the plate aside angrily, and reached over to close the window with all his might.

When Xie Huan looked up, the green figure had already disappeared in a green cherry tree when Tan Yi entered the house, and the Korean paper pasted through the window, and the branches could be vaguely seen swaying gently, and a few little red fruits, which were lovely.

I couldn't help sighing, took a piece of dim sum and put it in my mouth, and I didn't know the taste.

"Senior sister!" Tan Yi became unbalanced, "This Ye family kid, how can he be so comfortable!" ”

Xie Huan smiled, "Because my surname is Xie, his surname is Yebei!" He picked up another piece of snack and stuffed it into Tanyi's mouth.

Tan Yi bit the snack, smiled with his eyebrows, changed the incense on the Buddha table in the corner, and saw that the incense mist in the room was diffused again, so he quietly retreated.

Xie Huan copied more than half of the article, and the window that had been closed by Tan Yi just now was suddenly opened from the outside. The face of a childish boy with loose hair, roughly pulled in the bushes, and a dark green headband was tied haphazardly to it.

Xie Huan couldn't help but raise his hand and dial it for him.

Ye Ci smacked his lips, and he was not polite, he reached out and took a piece of dim sum and bit it in a small bite, "This 'Chunxiang' of your family is beautiful, and his temper is really bad." I also lived in the Buddhist temple for four years......"

Xie Huan took advantage of his unpreparedness and pushed his hand holding the snack.

The dim sum in the temple was already dry like powder, and Ye Ci was unprepared, choking and coughing, pointing at her and unable to speak.

Putting down the ink pen, Xie Huan crossed his arms and smiled, looking at the play without fear of the height of the stage. Seeing that his face was flushed, he leisurely handed over a glass of water, "What's the hurry, no one is robbing you." It wasn't enough to make him angry, and he raised his eyebrows.

Ye Ci's face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or choked, "You're not afraid of choking to death and paying for my life?" ”

"Don't be afraid." Xie Huan knew that he was joking, but he responded with a half-positive face.

"I'm dead, and some people's reputation for 'benevolence' has been ruined, and it's your pot. Don't... Do you want to bury me? Aren't you afraid? ”

"I'm not afraid." Xie Huan looked meaningless, "Because my surname is Xie, your surname is Yebei." ”

Her surname is Xie, and Songyu Temple is also surnamed Xie. If something happened to Ye Cizhen in the temple, whether it was related to her or not, the Xie family would most likely push this pot on her who was "young and ignorant".

Xie Huan was only twelve years old, and he was not yet in his prime, and his gray hair was regarded as ominous. is the best candidate to take over the "death of Ye Ci", and he can also secretly agree with the will of the superior and make meritorious contributions to the Xie family. The emperor will not take the blame seriously, and most of the time he will understate it. The Xie family still has a mother and an elder brother, not to mention, Songyu Temple itself is a life-saving barrier...

"Xie Huan." The young man with the dark green headband lowered his eyes, "I tell you that I really want to live." If it's less than a hundred, it's better to get eighty, or it's a big loss. ”

"Life is really difficult, what is death like?" She remembered the first thing he said when the two first met, and the tone was playful.

Ye Ci raised his eyelids, "Facing life and death, are you really a person who spares my life?" - I don't have what you can do. ”

What am I capable of? - Xie Huan couldn't react for a while. I just wanted to look up and ask him, but I saw a green shadow in front of the window, and the young man hid in it and disappeared. She had to pick up the pen again and copy it.

Just wrote a few strokes, Xie Huanfu felt to his heart and reacted. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Dead and resurrected, really think she is Du Liniang?!