Lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder gradually came from afar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info A teaser overture ended, and the raindrops the size of beans poured down. An isolation charm doesn't require much spiritual power, but Qing Yan doesn't want to do it, I really hope that this rain will be a little bigger, a little bigger. After two hundred years of spiritual cultivation, she may not have cried for a long time, or she may have forgotten how to cry; Or maybe she's long since lost the ability to shed tears. I just felt a lot of pain in my heart, as if I had been pricked by thousands of needles. Forget it, let this rain replace tears, let sorrow fall with the rain, flow out of the body, and run into the unknown.

Qingyan stands under the eaves of a temple at the head of the old street, and looks around the whole city, but only here can you find a trace of the taste of the past.

"The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim.

Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat.

The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listen to the rain monks.

Sideburns have stars also.

Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.

A step ago, drip to the dawn. ”

The poems of the ancients were written into her heart, and now although her sideburns are not white, they are also floating in this world for a hundred years. In the past 100 years, even if you can't learn half of the skills, you have probably learned to be detached and free. But in this red dust, he tossed a few years and lost his heart.

The emotions in the world are changeable, and she doesn't understand why the person who told her some time ago that she was only allowed to stay in his house could let her go in the blink of an eye; I didn't understand the gentle drizzle words yesterday, and in an instant, they became extremely disgusted and ruthless. Let's just let him go, let this joy and sorrow go away with the rain.

After a "squeak", the thick wooden door was opened, and a monk in dark gray monk's robe stepped out of it.

"Donor, it's raining heavily outside the house, please take shelter inside." The monk who spoke was about forty years old, but his face had a transcendent appearance that was different from his age.

"It's nice outside, the rain and fog are deep, which just relieves my worries." Qingyan looked at the rain curtain outside the eaves, and his eyes were far away.

"If the donor doesn't enter, how do you know that the rain in this temple can't relieve your sorrow." When the monk speaks, the tone is soft and long, which is a kind of ancient Buddha soaked in green lanterns for a long time, which is cold and gentle.

Qingyan was unconsciously infected by his voice and nodded in agreement.

There is a faint fragrance on the old wooden door, which makes people feel very comfortable. Strings of water hang under the eaves inside the door, and raindrops hit the branches of the garden trees, the branches swaying in the wind and rain, and the bright green leaves swaying and dancing in the air. In the middle of the courtyard is an octagonal pointed type exquisite stele pavilion, on both sides of the pavilion is the old bluestone slab road, step on the bluestone slab, the water flow emerges from the gap, some bluestone slabs have been covered with moss, people walk on it only feel soft under their feet.

Under the guidance of the monk, Qingyan stepped into the pavilion, only to find that there was a stone platform in the center of the pavilion, on which was covered with a remnant chess. Facing the stele, the inscription is mottled, but it can still be seen that it is from everyone's hand.

Although the eaves of the pavilion are deliberately too high, the ancient trees on both sides are too dense and tall, covering many views. Being in the pavilion, I feel that I am embraced by ten thousand trees, and the rain around me seems to be small, and it has become a rain curtain, which is pleasant and beautiful.

"Is the rain light?"

The monk smiled. "The rain hasn't changed, it's your vision that has changed." Walking to Qingyan's side, the two stood side by side. "The rain outside the house is the same as the rain inside the house, just like the various tribulations that people suffer, but if the state of mind changes, it is a different scenery."

"Thank you, Abbot, for your explanation." After all, it was a blind eye, and the monk's words were like pouring into the ears, making Qingyan sober up instantly.

The monk smiled and said nothing, admiring the heavy rain.

"There's a guest coming."

Qingyan looked at the abbot's eyes, the old wooden door opened, and a pair of thick-soled gray cloth shoes appeared in her field of vision.

The man was dressed in a gray kaftan and held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a bag of tea in the other. He came leisurely from the rain, step by step, and quickly returned to calm after the slightest splash. I haven't seen him, but I've been impressed by his temperament. His temperament and pure speech belong to the same kind, and he is not tainted by earthly irritability, and he is peaceful. But it is different from Qingyan, the purity and detachment of Qingyan is due to the fact that when he first entered the mortal world, he was clean and safe, which was an innate elegance. And the peace in him is indeed the spirit of going through the floating world, washing away the lead, and transcending the outside of things.

As the man slowly walked in, the face under the umbrella became extraordinarily clear.

"Master!!" Qing Yan shouted out this sentence in shock, with exactly the same face and the same detached temperament.

The man stepped into the pavilion, unloaded the umbrella, and Qingyan saw a silent face. The master stood on the top of Yue Feng with his hands in his hands, his white robes fluttering in the wind, the past was vivid, and the face in his memory overlapped with the person in front of him.

"Master?" This face is too familiar, but this look is too unfamiliar. Qing Yan's words carried a hint of doubt.

"It's raining heavily, I came to play some fun, and I brought some tea to share with you." The man's eyes did not fall on Qing Yan's body from beginning to end, and the strangeness made Qing Yan feel extremely flustered.

"Qingyan?" Just as Qingyan was immersed in loss, the man suddenly spoke, gently and distantly announcing her name.

Qingyan raised his head excitedly, tears of excitement burning in his eyes.

handed the oil-paper umbrella to Qing Yan. "Someone outside the house is looking for me, and by the way, help me return the umbrella to him."

"Make the tea, let's move on to chess." The man turned to the abbot and said.

He took the umbrella in a daze, and Mu Ne's answer echoed. Isn't it really Master, yes, now she's alone, in this strange world.

Pushing open the wooden door, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

"Qi Yunhan, how did you find me?"

He turned around and smiled his trademark tenderness. "Maybe it's a natural intuition, since we met, I can always sense you, your mood and where you want to go."

Regarding Qi Yunhan's answer, Qingyan didn't listen to it at all. "Tell me, what are you looking for me?"

"Of course, I sensed that you were abandoned and came to your aid." Smile like sunshine, making people feel warm in their hearts.

"No, I don't." If she didn't know her, she might have been infected by this smile, but she knew what was hidden behind this smile.

"I need your help, it just so happens that you have nowhere to go, we need each other, I sincerely invite, and I hope you will adopt it." Qi Yunhan's words are sincere, his eyes are serious,

Now that his strength has not fully recovered, it is not a good thing to wander around. Since he and Qi Yunhan have an interest relationship, it would be excellent if he could provide a seat.

"Anyway, you can't afford to make any waves." For Qi Yunhan, his own defense is very heavy. She couldn't read this man, but he seemed to be able to look at her.

Qi Yunhan gestured to invite, and the gentleman's shirt for Qingyan opened the car door for him intimately.