At the entrance of the temple was a small novice, sitting bored on the stone steps, holding a small grass in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing Yue stepped forward and raised her hand to shake it in front of his eyes.

Xiao Shami reacted, and immediately stood up, bent down at Qingyue, and made a gesture.

"Donor, I don't know what happened to the donor's visit?"

"Hehe" Qingyue laughed dryly twice, touched her nose, the people next to her came to Shangxiang and eat fast during the day, and she was the only one who would pull Su Jin here at this time.

After laughing, Qing Yue spoke: "What else can it be?" Naturally, I came to petition."

Xiao Shami's heart flashed, and he looked at Qingyue seriously.

The more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, and his face hidden in the shadows became very gloomy.

The palms of his hands tightened unconsciously, and he was about to say something to refuse, when he suddenly saw Su Jin who came up after Qingyue.

I saw Su Jin walking up the stairs like a leisurely walk, the cold moonlight fell on him, and the indescribable grace around him.

The little novice suddenly relaxed his clenched palms, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared.

Su Jin's attention was all on Qingyue, so naturally he didn't find this strangeness.

When Su Jin stood still, before he could speak, the little novice began to speak

He bowed his head slightly, put his hands together and said, "The donor is visiting, and the door should be opened, and the little monk will go to Master Ming."

Qingyue nodded with a smile and said, "It should be so." ”

The little novice bowed his head again and bowed and went through the door.

Qingyue stood by the door and looked in, as if she had seen the so-called delicious fasting rice.

Seeing this, Su Jin shook his head angrily.

However, he said that the little novice who had retreated to the temple looked back at the door in the shadow of the corner of the bluestone pavement, and saw two thin shadows reflected on the stone steps.

Little Shami smiled gloomily, and his eyes flashed with a twinkle orange.

Turning his head and walking quickly towards the backyard of the temple.

Qingyue waited by the door for a while, and then Xiao Shami came over with a slightly older monk in a robe, Qingyue bit her lower lip and thought, that is his master?

Not to mention anything else, this master is born with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and at first glance he is a master who is well versed in Buddhism.

The monk smiled and stepped forward, "I don't know if the distinguished guest is coming, is it the old man's." ”

This was not said to Qingyue, but to Su Jin, who was standing on the side.

Su Jin picked up the shelf and hummed slightly, to show that he had heard it.

The old master didn't care about Su Jin's salty and indifferent attitude, and continued to speak

"The old man's name is loose, the son must have been tired when he came from afar, the old man has already ordered someone to prepare a wing, the son might as well go and rest first, and the matter of the petition can be discussed later."

Hearing Songjing's words, not to mention that Su Jin was already a little uncomfortable in his heart, even Qingyue, a foodie who had already occupied most of his mind with food, already felt a little strange.

Su Jin frowned, shook his robe, nodded, and the little novice led the way.

When Qingyue left, she deliberately turned her head to look at Songjing, Songjing still looked kind, and when she saw Qingyue's gaze, she folded her hands and said hello.

Qing Yue didn't see anything wrong, shook her head, and followed Su Jin and walked inside.

Along the way, the temple seems to be a little quiet and unusual, this Qingyao Temple is also considered to be the peak of incense, there is no reason why it will be so deserted at this time.

Especially when there has just been an accident in Yushuo, although ordinary people don't know what it is, for the sake of the peace of the house, there will always be a little bit of intention to come to the incense to petition.

Therefore, this Qingyao Temple is full of weirdness.

However, Qingyue still can't tell where this weirdness is.

Except that there are no pilgrims as it should be, everything is normal.

The monks I met along the way had also been seen by Qingyue when she came to Qingyao Temple before, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Qingyue frowned, and followed all the way to the wing room prepared by Songjing.

As soon as he entered the wing, after the little novice had sent out a few polite words, Qingyue rushed to the door, looked left and right, and closed the door.

Su Jin looked at her series of smiles, always smiling, and slowly found a place to sit down before slowly speaking

"Little lady, why did you close the door so eagerly? If you're hungry and can't wait for fasting, do you want to eat this king? ”

Qingyue was a little inexplicable, "What do you do when I eat it?" Although I am delicious, I have never had the intention of eating people."

Su Jin "......"

Su Jin looked at Qingyue helplessly, he finally understood why Su had shown his liking for her so bluntly, but she still couldn't figure out where the reason was.

Qing Yue is indeed stupid in this regard!

Originally, he wanted to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere, but it turned out to have the opposite effect, and Su Jin stopped thinking about teasing Qingyue.

Turning to business, "Little lady, did you find something wrong?" ”

Qingyue nodded, and said very suspiciously, "The last time I came, it wasn't what it was today, and I couldn't see what had changed, but I felt that there was weirdness everywhere." ”

Su Jin didn't know where to take out a folding fan, brushed the ground and opened it.

"Since I don't know, let's see."

Qing Yue's gaze fell on his folding fan, and on the side facing Qing Yue was a man dancing with a sword, dressed in white, fairy and bonely, unspeakably amorous.

"Tsk" Qingyue stepped forward, her fingertips fell to the fan, looked at the flowing painter, and sighed, "You are a good painter."

Su Jin smiled, folded the fan, and said with a smile, "Naturally it's good, this is a gift from a friend in the past, it took her a lot of thought for this painting, and it also cost me a lot of thought." ”

Su Jin said, the corners of his lips curled into an aftertaste smile, warm and bright.

Qingyue sighed twice.

This is the first time she has seen Su Jin like this, and it is rare for Su Jin to look like this.

"The person who painted this must be a woman," Qingyue said with a teasing smile.

Su Jin was stunned, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and a look of injury crossed his eyes.

Unnaturally, the folding fan was put away casually, and Qingyue was a little puzzled.

Su Jin obviously looked at the precious folding fan, but it was strange to put it back in his sleeve so casually.

It's just that it has nothing to do with her, so Qingyue didn't open her mouth to ask.

The two of them sat in the room with a somewhat cold atmosphere, and the pine net seemed to have forgotten the two of them.

The entire temple was in an extreme quiet, especially the wing room on the side of the guest courtyard was dark, and only Qingyue and her room were lit with a ray of light.

It's like an island isolated in the middle of the sea. (To be continued.) )