Suddenly, a purple light came overwhelmingly, and just after the light passed, I saw a flash of electric light stretching in the overlapping clouds, like a hungry python, and the python opened its mouth and roared. The little monk www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion hasn't had time to cover his ears, and the thunder has already broken his eardrums.

"Abbot...... The abbot ......," the little monk shouted in fright.

"What's wrong?" Benian knelt down in front of the Buddha and asked.

"I'm afraid," the little monk said tremblingly.

Don't read it, turn around and say to the little monk who is about ten years old, "Then you come here and chant with me." ”

The little monk is well-behaved and cute. This laugh also has two dimples. It's really lovely.

"Alas~" Bei Nian suddenly sighed, and the little monk glanced at Bei Nian in confusion. But he didn't dare to ask more.

"Empty, you are here alone first, and I will come when I go." Don't think about it and say softly.

The little monk nodded. Benian walked under the eaves, and he glanced at the temple. Maybe it's because of the rain that the temple looks deserted, and the mountain breeze blowing in front of you is biting.

Only the slightest hint of incense mixed with the unique fresh smell of the mountains envelops the entire temple.

"Little monk, why do you sigh every time I come?"

Don't Nian looked at the Song Tangning, who was called the little monk in front of him, and said helplessly: "If you don't come so loudly every time, I will definitely be happy." ”

"I'm not to blame for that. Whoever let you build this temple is not good. Do you have to build it so high? Song Yuning said with a smile.

"What does this have to do with the rain outside?" Don't read the word.

"Huh?" Song Xianning tilted his head, his glass-like eyes rolled around, and said with a light smile: "In order to show that my mana is strong~"

Bei Nian glanced at Song Xianning and said, "Amitabha......"

Before the words were finished, Song Tanning took a folding fan and knocked on Bei Nian's bald head several times and said a serious way, "Amitabha Buddha ~ good and good"

"How did you achieve positive results?"

"Who made me smart?" Song Taning said proudly.

"I won't mess with you. I see that your seal is black. It's better to go back quickly. Don't come to Gusu. Don't read it with a solemn expression.

Smack~ Song Xianning knocked on Bei Nian's bald head again and said, "I said the little monk." You're getting worse and worse right now. Alas. ”

"You play less than I play?"

"Dare you blame me?" Song Xuning wondered.

"Don't dare"

"Don't you dare, then blame me? That's it. It's really my fault. Won't I be able to leave?" Song Taning said helplessly.

Don't look at Song Taning disappearing into the dark clouds and moon, he feels a kind of loneliness that he can't say. Don't remember that he was sent back to the temple by Song Shanning.

Since the abbot himself came out to greet him, he was flattered. But afterwards he was shocked. The abbot greeted not him, but her. The abbot chatted with Song Taning for a while that day.

Song Taning didn't say a word to him when he left, and afterwards the abbot looked at him meaningfully for a long time for some reason. In the end, he just sighed and said: Providence is hard to disobey.

What made him care was that Song Yuning would come to the temple every few years. Every time I would say: Little monk come here. I'm with you.

But every time he passed.

Song Xianning always looked smiling, and knocked him on the head with a folding fan in her hand. At the same time, he felt a clear stream of breath burrow from the folding fan into his head, causing him to flutter and flicker, waiting for him to react.

Song Xuning didn't know where he went for a long time. Only a faint and slightly sweet smell remained in the air. Don't think it's so familiar, but it doesn't make a sound. Until the day the abbot died.

The temple was in a hurry, and for a moment in a panic, I don't know who bumped into the suddenly arrived Song Shanning. Although the person was fine, the folding fan in Song Xuning's hand fell to the ground. Song Yuning's expression tightened.

At that time, Bei Nian thought that Song Taning was angry, so he quickly picked up the folding fan. Suddenly found this folding fan. I don't know when there was a purple jade moon-shaped fan pendant.

In the midst of the Dangling God, the edge of the folding fan began to light up, and it was accompanied by a fairy aura. The hand is getting brighter and brighter.

When Bei Nian noticed it, since the light enveloped him, although Bei Nian's cultivation at that time was not as deep as that of the abbot. But he was still cultivated, and he could feel that this light belonged to him.

Sure enough, when the light penetrated his body. Don't be shocked in your heart. Wave after wave of memories surged through my mind. Meet under the Bodhi tree.

Those years of companionship, those who dared to do what they should do and those who should not do, he did everything. That snowy day. All her efforts dissipated with her departure.

When the light dissipated, a few tears slipped from the corners of Benian's eyes. Then he burst into tears, but the monks of the temple only thought that his crying was caused by the death of the abbot who had hit him too hard.

Only Song Chenning, who was standing not far from her, sighed and said quietly: It is said that paper can't hold fire, and it seems that this fan can't hide people's hearts.

After Bei Nian finished crying bitterly, he was about to fold the fan and smash Song Shanning's palm fiercely, when suddenly a flash of thunder and lightning in the air slashed at him. Don't just realize the special nature of this folding fan.

Of course, Bei Nian knew that what was in the hands of the immortals was necessarily not ordinary. It's just this immortal in front of him. Except for her extraordinary beauty. It has an elegant and ethereal appearance.

But in terms of her personality. She does not conform to the kind of people in the eyes of the world: an immortal who is tolerant of all rivers and rivers.

Don't look at the black folding fan once, the faded folding fan looks like an ordinary folding fan from the outside. It's better to take a purple jade moon-shaped fan pendant to look good.

"The little monk can't be angry with the immortals casually, otherwise heaven will not tolerate it," Song Yuning said with a smile.

Don't read silently, from where he will be the abbot of the chapter. A virtuous and respected abbot.

He thought that Song Taning would not come from nowhere, but she still came every few years. He once said to her: I don't love to come again.

But Song Taning did smile and said: I don't want to come either, it's just a habit.

This time. Don't miss him, think that Song Shanning really won't come again.

With the memories of Don't Read. The thunder gradually became quieter, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the sky cleared. The temple has the scent of the scent of earth.

Bei Nian took a deep breath and felt a chill in his heart, and at this moment his soul seemed to float, and tomorrow was a new day.

He suddenly remembered the little monk in front of the Buddha. I quickened my pace and hurried over, only to see the little monk sitting there. Don't Nian just wanted to tell him to go back and rest.

But I found that the little monk fell asleep like this, with a soft expression on his face, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having.

Don't think about it, so you don't bother him. I meditate and chant on the sidelines.

In the early morning, a few little birds chirped crisply, and the little monk woke up in a daze.

"Empty, are you awake? The abbot just asked me to call you," Kiyosawa said

"Senior brother, is the master looking for me?" Empty asked.

Kiyosawa nodded. The two came to the center of the temple, and a "Daxiong Treasure Hall" and the two people entered the gate respectfully.

I saw the "Buddha" wearing black beads on his head and stretching out his fingers, and he was standing tall. Next to the eighteen Arhats, Guanyin Bodhisattva, etc.

"Abbot." Clear the road.

"Well, Qing Ze is going down the mountain to Chang'an. Everything inside the temple is in your hands. Empty, you are the youngest and must listen to Qingze's words. "Don't read it.

"Abbot. "Emptying the meeting" said seriously.

"Abbot, are you going down the mountain alone?"

Kiyosawa wondered.

"Yes. Qing Ze, you called everyone in the temple to the Buddha. I have something to say for my teacher. ”

Kiyosawa was a little uneasy. Why did this abbot suddenly go down the mountain? Still going to Chang'an? Just in Qingze, he was in a nervous mood.

Bei Nian announced something that surprised him even more: this time the teacher did not return for three years, and the next abbot was Qing Ze.

"Abbot"

"Don't ask too much. Okay, let's go get busy," Bei Nian interrupted Kiyosawa's words.

Qing Ze could only frown slightly, not daring to say more. Don't let them see them off. When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he glanced back at the top of the mountain, the hanging temple on the cliff of Heng Mountain, which seemed to be about to fall at any moment, which was daunting.