Fan Yingying looked at the three gilded characters, and couldn't help jumping in her heart, and said secretly, I'm afraid that the thing the female ghost asked her to find is not here, right? Isn't that how it is played on TV? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They walked along the stone road, planted with green plants on both sides of the stone road, and divided into many forks, and at a glance, they saw that there were many houses scattered around, which were probably places for the monks to eat and stay.

The more she walked inside, Fan Yingying felt that the jade pendant on her neck began to be faintly hot, she quietly reached out and touched it, making sure it was not an illusion, and couldn't help but be a little happy, thinking that the treasure should be in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Three donors, inside is the inner courtyard, not open to the public." As soon as a monk who was sweeping the floor looked up and saw them, he hurriedly stopped his movements and immediately greeted them.

When he got closer, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the big sign at the door: "You are not allowed to enter here, didn't you see the sign when you came?" ”

Zhou Chunmei pretended to look at the monk blankly: "Ah! Brand? Didn't pay attention? We're just going to take a tour, take a turn and go, and it won't bother you. ”

The monk's attitude was very resolute: "No, please go back." ”

At this time, two people came out of one of the rooms inside.

A fat monk with a fat head and big ears and a tall, thin, tall and handsome young man walked over to each other talking and laughing.

The fat monk listened to the young man beside him with a smile on his eyebrows, and interjected two sentences from time to time, and the robe on his body shook gently with the movements, with the elegance of dust.

The young man stood sideways, looking intently at the fat monk, his eyebrows and eyes were straight, if he looked carefully at the facial features, he was a little handsome with red lips and white teeth, but he was not feminine, his body was strong and strong, and he had an innate calm and heroic body.

The young man seemed to say something interesting, which made the fat monk bend the corners of his mouth, and the voice of the two talking was very low, only a faint laughter came.

Hearing the sound of an argument here, the two of them turned their heads to look at the voice.

Zhou Chunmei and Fu Xiaoyan were busy arguing with the monk, and they were busy persuading, only Fan Yingying was looking left and right to wonder if she could sneak away to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion while she was in chaos, and as soon as she inadvertently turned her head, she met the eyes of the fat monk, she only glanced at it, and her eyes shifted from the fat monk's round fat face to the young man.

The four looked at each other, and they were all stunned.

"Fan Yingying?" The expression on the young man's face quickly changed from surprise to surprise.

"Han Sicheng." Fan Yingying looked at his acquaintance with the fat monk, paused, and squeezed out a somewhat embarrassing smile.

Fan Yingying never expected to meet Han Sicheng here.

Han Sicheng is an alumnus of her university department, and he looks very energetic, but his personality is a bit taciturn, and he always walks alone on weekdays, and he doesn't see anyone who is particularly close.

In the second half semester of his freshman year, Han Sicheng confessed to Fan Yingying, who was in love with Gao Bo at that time, so she politely refused. After that, she could often feel Han Sicheng's attention to her, but she didn't know it, and occasionally she couldn't hide it, so she nodded and said hello, just treating him as an ordinary classmate.

She glanced at the fat monk standing side by side with Han Sicheng, and was a little puzzled in her heart, not understanding how he could know the monk here with such a good manner.

"How did you get here?" Han Sicheng strode over and stood in front of Fan Yingying.

Han Sicheng is quite tall, when Fan Yingying looks at him, she has to raise her head slightly, and her eyes involuntarily move along his fair and beautiful neck, graceful chin, red lips, and high nose bridge, and finally meet his narrow and deep eyes.

"I came here with my friends." Fan Yingying tugged at the corners of her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed when facing Han Sicheng: "We just go around casually." ”

"Yo, what is this?" Zhou Chunmei was arguing with the monk on the basis of reason, and saw that Fan Yingying knew the people in this courtyard, and he was a very young handsome guy.

Seeing Han Sicheng, the monk who had stopped them turned his head to say hello and asked, "Do you know?" ”

Han Sicheng smiled and nodded: "Well, my classmate." ”

The fat monk walked over with Han Sicheng, he walked steadily, with a kind smile on his face, said hello to the monk who was sweeping the floor, walked closer, and swept his eyes over Fan Yingying and the others one by one.

Han Sicheng introduced with a smile: "This is my classmate, Fan Yingying." This is the eldest disciple who presides over here, the monk Miaojue. ”

Monk Miaojue's gaze swept over the faces of the three of them, but he paused when he saw Fan Yingying.

Monk Miaojue's gaze was quiet and distant, with insight into everything, under such a gaze, Fan Yingying couldn't help but feel apprehensive, as if this Miaojue monk could see the depths of his heart, so that people didn't dare to look at him, Fan Yingying's heart tightened, and she looked away a little weakly.

Han Sicheng noticed this, and reached out to push Monk Miaojue: "What? Miaojue, look at my classmates' beauty? ”

Monk Miaojue hurriedly said: "Nonsense! This woman is a tiger, and I don't dare to look at the fat monk. ”

Everyone was stunned, looking at the disgust on Monk Miaojue's face, there was an inexplicable sense of disobedience, and they couldn't help but be amused.

Monk Miaojue nodded at Fan Yingying and the others: "Since you and Sicheng know each other, let him take you around, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." ”

After speaking, he turned back to the monk who was sweeping the floor and said two words, and then he made a gesture to Fan Yingying and them, and when he looked up, he glanced at Fan Yingying deeply, and then turned around and went to the back hall.

After Monk Miaojue left, Fan Yingying introduced to Fu Xiaoyan and Zhou Chunmei: "This is my college classmate, Han Sicheng, these two are Fu Xiaoyan and Zhou Chunmei, and they are my high school classmates. ”

Han Sicheng greeted them with a smile, and after greeting each other, he looked at Fan Yingying: "Why did you want to come here to play?" ”

Fan Yingying glanced at the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, thought about it, and smiled at Han Sicheng: "Ah, just go up the mountain and go around, what about you?" How do you seem to be familiar with the monks here? ”

Han Sicheng looked at the smile on the corner of Fan Yingying's eyebrows, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, a touch of blush appeared on his white and pure face, his eyes didn't know where to look, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "It's a long story, I'm not in good health when I'm young, I've been weak and sick, and I didn't see anything wrong with the hospital. After my father brought me over, he begged the abbot to take me in as a disciple, and I have lived on this mountain for many years, but my body has gradually recovered. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the house inside: "Well, that Miaojue monk just now is actually my senior brother." ”