The days in Songyu Temple are the same as the evening drum and morning bell, following the rules, the thunder is not moving, monotonous and boring, and all the time revealing the solemnity and solemnity. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On this day, Xie Huan and Tan Yi finished sweeping the main hall, and one of them carried half a bucket of residual sewage, ready to go to the side hall to "honor" several other Bodhisattvas, but was blocked by five or six brothers as soon as they left the temple gate.

The leader is none other than Senior Brother Wenzhi, who has the longest seniority in this generation.

The two hurriedly threw the sackcloth in their hands into the dirty water and put down the wooden bucket. Let the bodhisattvas wait.

Hearing the big eyebrows and big eyes of the senior brother, the facial features are rough, and at this time he has a straight face, like a Buddha statue carved out of the knife of a little carpenter's apprentice. Of course, the Buddha statue didn't speak, but only "snapped" and threw a book at Xie Huan's feet.

Only glanced down, and she suddenly felt the hot sweat on her back turn into cold sweat.

The rest of the disciples standing behind him all crossed their arms and watched the play, as if smiling.

Tan Yi knelt down, and his eyes were red with grievances.

The audience's interest was obviously raised by this kneeling.

Xie Huan took a deep breath to keep himself from losing his emotional temper and falling behind.

She slowly lowered her body, maintaining a half-kneeling and half-squatting posture, but her back was not bent at all, "Senior Brother Wenzhi, Xiao Huan knows that he is wrong, please punish Senior Brother." ”

Wen Zhi snorted coldly from his nose, "You are not surprised." ”

A disciple with a lot of qualifications poked his head out from behind Wen Zhi, hehe Yile, "Little girl, it's a bit of a trick." ”

Ignoring it, he was cold-eyed for a long time.

The master and servant both have 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.

"According to the rules of the temple, twenty precepts of whipping and abstinence, ten times of the "Mystic Law Lotus Sutra" caution."

The coffin is conclusive.

When she raised her eyes, some spectators had already prepared a flat wooden bench, and splashed it with the water she had just picked up the mountain.

Knowing that he was in danger, Xie Huan no longer continued to beg for mercy, but provided them with talking points. She quietly glanced at everyone, and ordered Tan Yi to use his sword to tear through the clothes behind her back, and obediently crouched on the bench.

Wen Zhi frowned, "Isn't it the first time you've been whipped?" ”

Xie Huan mumbled in a nasal voice.

The disciple who said just now that she looked like a female Goujian interjected again, "Generally, people who are beaten for the first time don't like to take off their clothes, but they don't know that the flesh and blood are blurred, and it is even more uncomfortable for the clothes to stick to the flesh." If you act like this, you must be a repeat offender. Ouch, look at the scar on this back......"

Wen Zhi glanced at it coldly and handed him the whip, "You come." ”

He said to Xie Huan again, "Count to twenty yourself." He turned around and left with the rest of the disciples.

The disciples listened to her steady, "One. Two! Three. Four! ......", looking back at it step by step.

Tan Tong looked at it in a daze at first, and when she counted to eighteen or nineteen, she suddenly cried out loud with a "wow".

Frightened, his hands shook, and the twentieth whip was whipped on the leg of the stool.

I had never seen such a battle, and the whip-wielding senior brother suddenly had two heads and two heads, and hurriedly went over to pull her, "I said, little girl, don't cry!" It's so unlucky that you're crying so much early in the morning! It is not like a word for anyone to hear. Hurry up and find someone to carry your senior sister away. ”

Tan wiped his face, and ran away crying with little tears.

Xie Huan was holding back at first, but in the end, he couldn't help it, and lay on the bench and laughed.

The whip-wielding brother was speechless.

Seeing that no one was coming, he squatted down and talked to her, "You said that you are too, just listen to the song, and take "The Peony Pavilion" up the mountain." Silly or not? Qing is waiting for the East Window incident to happen, right? ”

"Senior brother has also been there?" Xie Huan said lightly.

"Nope. The girl is a famous character, and I didn't have the luck of you to catch up. Seeing that a few stool bearers invited by Tan Yi came, the whip-wielding senior brother held back the second half of the sentence "I want to go" back into his mouth.

After more than ten days in the blink of an eye, although there was a wound on her back, Xie Huan still insisted on carrying water up the mountain, 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.

"Do you still like "The Peony Pavilion"?"

"Sort of."

"Got beaten, didn't you?"

"Knowingly asked."

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 leaned his face into the window, "Little children, it's useless to copy more." ”

"The last time I went down the mountain, I caught up with the girl singing a dream in the south of the city."

When the people outside the window heard the name "Girl Girl", they frowned imperceptibly.

"I probably like comedy with ups and downs, right?" Xie Huan laughed at himself while copying.

"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 scraped him with an eye knife.

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? ”

"Senior sister, I'm in!"

Tan Yi held a plate of vegetarian refreshments, and when he saw this situation, he put the plate in his hand aside and closed the window with all his might.

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

Xie Huan couldn't help sighing, took a piece of dim sum and put it in his mouth, not knowing the taste.

"Senior sister!" Tan Yi was very unbalanced, "This Ye family kid is really comfortable!" ”

Xie Huan smiled lightly, "Because my surname is Xie, his surname is Yebei!" ”

picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into Tan Yi's mouth, and motioned for her to go out.

After copying more than half of the article, the window that had been clearly closed just now was suddenly opened from the outside, revealing a childish face. The boy had loose hair, probably pulled in the bushes, and a dark green hairband was haphazardly tied to it.

Xie Huan turned a blind eye.

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......"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Xie Huan made an inch of effort 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 leaned on the back of the chair to watch the play, and was not afraid 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 again.

Ye Ci smoothed his saliva, and his voice was still hoarse, "What a vicious Du Liniang." ”