Han Zongcheng sat silently on the stool, one hand on the brocade covered with dark patterns, his index finger involuntarily rubbed gently, he looked around the room without too much decoration in pain, the memory was active in his mind again, fiercely attacking his already quite fragile endurance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fear that had been hidden in his heart for a long time weighed him down.

Rory, who was working as a female worker, slowly raised her head, lowered her eyelids thoughtfully, and had some vague expressions embedded in her beautiful face. She brushed the scattered hair around her ear, gently pinned them behind her ear, put the needle and thread in her hand in the bamboo basket, and slowly stood up.

Walking over, what she saw was the dazed and painful expression on his face, and she coughed lowly, which attracted the attention of Han Zongcheng, who was immersed in another world.

Startled by the sudden noise, he looked up at Rory with a panicked face.

Seeing her smiling, her black pupils sparkling like dazzling diamonds in the mist, he regained his composure, and his handsome face looked as usual.

He sighed slowly and almost inaudibly, his worried emotions finally eased, and his whole body relaxed weakly, and he rebounded from exhaustion.

Luo Rui poked out his fingertips, which were as white as jade, gently put them on his shoulders, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Rest!" It's not early. ”

"You...... Don't you hate me? Han Zongcheng stared at her in confusion, pursed his lips, and finally settled down and boldly asked the question he had suppressed for a long time.

Luo Rui was stunned when he heard this, and then he slowly shook his head with a firm attitude.

Looking at the sincere expression on her face, Han Zongcheng sneered and lowered his eyelids slightly, hiding all his emotions. The dim candlelight jumped merrily and impersonally, flickering on and off, and the dim light hit his face, making it even more mysterious.

Luo Rui hesitated for a moment, reached out and hugged him, slowly lowered his head, looked at his long silky hair with black and white eyes, and carefully stroked it with his hand, I am afraid that this hair will not be there again in the future! She thought.

Han Zongcheng's handsome face was close to her pale blue skirt, and a faint warmth came through the delicate embroidered material, and he leaned his head on her abdomen even tighter, letting go of all his guards, and felt a little comfortable, as if he had stolen it.

He subconsciously wrapped his arms around Rory's slender waist, like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood, no longer alone, floating aimlessly on the boundless sea.

He slowly closed his eyes in enjoyment and muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry...... Ari ...... Sorry ......"

At that time, he stubbornly thought that the green lantern of the Buddha's bones was enough to kill the guilt in his heart, but in the end he realized that it was just his wishful thinking, and avoiding it would only allow those bad emotions to hide in the depths of the subtle structure of the soul, and when it gushed out like a disintegrating wave again, the rebound would be even more uncontrollable.

The corners of Luo Rui's mouth were slightly hooked, the embedded smile was warm and soft, the slender fingers caressed the hair of his sideburns with pity, and the voice that came out was low and restrictive: "Why apologize?" If you have made up your mind, you should not hesitate any longer, for all people will only add to their troubles. ”

Han Zongcheng was so tightly speechless that she was stunned for a while, and then she sneered lowly, she was still like this, virtuous and virtuous, without a trace of criticism, there was a faint pain in her heart, like a vine, winding around her body.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand holding her waist gradually tightened subconsciously, Han Zongcheng forcibly suppressed the surging emotions, pursed his lips, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth, silent, and his expression was blank.

The moonlight spilled in through the window, and the beads that shone on the wooden doors of the compartments shone slightly, appearing crystal clear, floating in the breeze, and strings of jade beads made a pleasant dingdong sound.

After that, Han Zongcheng went to Lushan, Jiangxi, and hid in Luofuhua's first station with his senior brother Han.

In 1640, the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, Luo Fuhua's first station.

Han Zongcheng elegantly lifted the hem of his clothes, slowly knelt down, and kowtowed to the empty old man sitting cross-legged in front of him, his forehead was tightly pressed to the ground, and the cold touch came, he trembled slightly, his voice was low, and he shouted Master in a complicated tone, full of endless emotions, and couldn't tell whether it was joy, excitement, or guilt......

Dao Du's old face was covered with wrinkles that couldn't be deeper, he raised his eyes and stared at him with a smile, nodded thoughtfully, reached out and stroked his snow-white beard, his eyebrows were carved with joy that could not be concealed.

He slowly stood up from the futon, staggered a few steps, stood in front of Han Zongcheng, who was respectfully prostrate on the ground, bowed slightly, reached out from the light blue monk's robe, climbed on his shoulder, and helped him straighten up.

"After Zhufa is ordained, you have truly entered the Buddha's door, and everything in the seven emotions and six desires and red dust has nothing to do with you, have you thought about it?"

Han Zongcheng didn't think about it, and nodded slowly: "Yes, I've thought about it." His heart shook, and a touch of pain crossed his black pupils, and he was hidden before he could catch it. He folded his hands and bowed his head slightly, looking pious, but only he knew that the straightforward answer was just a disguise of what he really thought in his heart!

Can you really do it without asking about the world...... Can I? Can ......? He kept asking himself questions in his mind.

Dao Du stared at his self-deceptive little movements, the light in his cloudy eyes became dim, he sighed slowly, and a helpless smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, he had reached the realm of powerlessness for Han Zongcheng's persistence. Shaking his head slightly, his palm, which was loosely skinned, landed on Han Zongcheng's black and shiny hair, and slowly untied the ribbon tied to his hair, and the slightly boring hair suddenly spread out, poured down, and pounced on his shoulder. Dodo reached out and picked up the scissors from the tray and cut them down next to the roots.

The inch of hair standing straight and straight on the top of the head drifts in the wind, and it shuttles mischievously between the short hair, and the feeling of coolness spreads all over the body.

Dao Du dropped a few drops of soap on his hand, and then slowly polished it on his head, feeling the proportionality, and then took the razor, carefully scraping, and the technique was skillful.

Han Zongcheng felt the sharp blade roaming his head, and he was inevitably frightened, and his whole body collapsed tightly, not daring to move.

"From now on, you will be my disciple of Daodu, change your name to Hanke, and serve as the first temple of Luo Fuhua." Dao Du wiped the fine strands of hair stuck to his head, and carefully wiped the hair on the razor, and said in a deep voice.

Han Zongcheng was overjoyed when he heard this, his face was silent, he bowed three times, and his movements were smooth.