"Meditation?" Hearing that Ming praised Fu Feng, Lu Fuyun immediately followed the meaning of Ming Yu and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The master said that he was joking, Fu Yun is an ordinary man, how dare he talk about it clearly." ”

"Amitabha." Seeing Lu Fuyun's bitter face, Ming Yu immediately bent his eyebrows and said, "My Buddha is merciful." Since the donor can understand it, the old man believes that the donor can naturally do it. ”

"Hmm......" Lu Fuyun thought about what Lu Fufeng said in the courtyard just now, and muttered, "Please speak up, what did Fufeng realize?" What is the master expecting Fuyun to realize? ”

"Amitabha. Fuyun benefactor, Buddha speaks clouds, all things have a law. Follow your heart and get your way. Ming Yu nodded at Lu Fuyun, leading her closer to the flowers and trees on the side, "Donor, look at the grass and trees in this courtyard?" ”

"Dead wood in spring...... Fufeng Xu Zhen was possessed by an immortal......" Lu Fuyun looked at the □□ that caught his eye, and his eyebrows were entangled for a long time before he said a sentence.

"Immortals? Wrong...... Wrong...... The master of Fuyun thought about it. As soon as Fuyun spoke, Ming's eyebrows curled even more, "Demon no, immortal no, there is no difference between a monk like Lao Qu." Donor, and take a closer look at these things. The old man remembered that a few years ago, the benefactor asked the old man to solve, 'What should I do if I fall in love with my own sister?' and the old man once said, 'Everything is empty in the old man's heart'. The donor should not be limited to what he loves, but should think clearly about why he loves. ”

Years ago? Lu Fuyun suddenly remembered the rainy night many years ago, when he visited the Chen Palace at night, he happened to meet Fusang and Fufeng reading together under the candle. One translation, one commentary, and she's just an outsider! An outsider who can never get into Fufeng's heart.

"Fuyun doesn't understand." Lu Fuyun bit her lip and whispered, she couldn't understand that everything was empty, she only remembered that night, the sound of the dripping rain and the laughter of the two women were entangled, pouring cold on her bones.

"Master Fuyun, on that rainy night back then, you came to intercede in the rain, and the old man said that you are destined to have a bumpy road in your life." Seeing that Lu Fuyun was confused, he immediately smiled and clasped his hands together and bowed slightly at Lu Fuyun.

"A few years ago, the Fufeng donor also asked the old man for a solution, what should she do if she fell in love with her own sister, the old man and the Fufeng donor said, 'Everything is empty', the Fufeng donor immediately said to the old man, she realized."

"Fufeng also came to ask the master?" Lu Fuyun couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes." Ming Yu bent his eyebrows, he planned to ride the rain this morning and do penance, but he didn't want to meet the deceased. In all fairness, he is more familiar with the Fuyun donor than the moon and the donor, but the judgment of the moon and the wind donor is the same as what he is. However, the heart of the Fuyun donor is not as decisive as the Fufeng donor - the Fufeng donor has a strong temperament, and always likes to solve problems on the surface, and does not hide his selfishness, while the Fuyun donor is slightly soft, and likes to plan secretly when encountering problems.

Seeing that Mingchen smiled again, Lu Fuyun immediately swallowed the 'then what did she say', and asked instead, "Then what did she realize?" ”

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Fufeng has seen through life and death, and has also seen through men and women, she only regards the mundane world as a practice, but does good deeds, regardless of the future." Ming Yu looked at Lu Fuyun with a smile, he knew that this was not what Lu Fuyun wanted to ask, but he didn't say anything, "□□, emptiness is color, Master Fuyun, you might as well let go of cause and effect." ”

"How to put it down" stared at Ming Chen's eyes, Lu Fuyun was inexplicably afraid-under Ming Chen's seemingly kind face, it seemed that the avenue was ruthless.

"Fuyun is afraid of the old man?" Seeing Lu Fuyun Yan sits up, he bent his eyebrows again, "Amitabha, can the donor remember that the donor asked the old man before, will the old man leave those flowers and plants because of the dead wood in spring, the old man said, no, because the flowers and plants are in the old man's dharma, but not in the old man's dharma." This kind of donor is ruthless, but it does not prevent the donor from being affectionate. And the wind donor faces the dead wood, and he can't bear to hurt it, he must be a deep person. In other words, the donor should be extremely nostalgic. It's a pity that she is so transparent, but she has never realized that she has such characteristics. ”

"Nostalgia?" As soon as Ming Yu opened the words, Lu Fuyun woke up like a dream, and a ripple suddenly appeared in her heart - she never thought that Fufeng would be a nostalgic person.

"Yes. According to the old man, the donor of Fufeng is easy to become obsessed, and the donor of Fuyun is not as consistent as it is to be tempted by many ways. Seeing that Lu Fuyun's complexion changed, Ming Yu immediately bent his eyebrows again, "But the donor of Fuyun, the old man doesn't know if he should say it or not, and if he talks about it, he is afraid that he will miss the donor of Fufeng, and if he doesn't talk about it, he will probably mislead the donor." ”

"I don't know what?" Lu Fuyun knew that Ming Yu was waiting for her to ask, so he immediately clasped his hands at Ming Yu and said, "Fu Yun is tired of Master Guidance." ”

"I can't talk about pointing, it's just the same feeling of some old people's lives." Ming Yu led Lu Fuyun back to the house, and discharged a row of seeds on the table, "Donor, can these seeds be different from the plants and trees in the courtyard?" ”

"This ......" Lu Fuyun looked at the seeds on the shore, then at the grass and trees in the courtyard, and muttered, "There are differences. ”

"But they are as bad as the rain and dew of autumn, and the anxiety of summer." Ming Yu smiled and took out a folded Xuan from the drawer and handed it to Fu Yun, "Donor, take a look at the oath you made nine years ago. Nine years ago, Lao Wei asked the donor, if His Royal Highness Fufeng changes in the future, what should be done, and your answer is on paper. ”

"Hmm......" Lu Fuyun looked at Ming's hand, didn't take it, but looked at Ming's eyes unusually, and said, "Master Lao bothered Fufeng to take that ...... back then."

"Donor, this matter, forgive the old man for his fate." Ming Yu did not avoid Lu Fuyun, nor did he withdraw his hand, and his whole face looked extremely compassionate, "But the old man can tell the donor, and the donor of Fufeng has written exactly the same words as you." ”

"Exactly the same?" As soon as Ming's voice fell, Lu Fuyun's whole person fell into the past and couldn't extricate herself, she remembered that what she wrote was 'what I want now, and I will never regret it'. If Fufeng is also these eight words, then the entanglement between her and Fusang does not seem to be insoluble.

"Donor. The solution to everything is in one's own body. That's all the old man said, you and I will say goodbye from here. Seeing that Lu Fuyun seemed to have an understanding, Ming Yu immediately smiled and said, "Wuyuan, send the donor out of the hospital." ”

"Thank you, Master......"

"Fuyun donor, go slowly!"

Sent out of the courtyard by Xiao Shani, Lu Fuyun nodded at Xiao Shani who saw him off, "Little Master stops." ”

"Fuyun donor walks slowly." Xiao Shani also folded his hands and saluted Lu Fuyun.

"Let's go, Wuyuan." Sent Lu Fuyun to the gate of the Zen Temple, and after his figure disappeared into the path, Ming Yu appeared behind Xiao Shani.

"Uncle Shi."

"Have you brought everything with you?"

"That's it!"

"Hmm. Let's go. ”

After Lu Fuyun came out of the Zen courtyard, she was always relieved that the word in the Ming Confession drawer had not been relieved, and she had not seen it with her own eyes, she was still at ease. And little Shani's 'let's go' kept haunting her ears. Little Shani didn't know that she had turned the first intersection along the wall, so she didn't go any further.

Is there no one in the temple anymore? Lu Fuyun raised his eyes and looked at the wall of the Zen Temple, pursed his lips, and climbed over the wall.

When he heard the sound of bricks and tiles falling to the ground, Ming Yu led Xiao Shani to walk slowly around the Zen courtyard, going around again and again.

"Uncle Shi, don't just put the tiles on the wall in the future, don't put the mud on it. Master knew he would be to blame. When he passed the broken tiles for the third time, Shani couldn't help but frown.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a few tiles. Ming Chen slowly twisted the rosary in his hand.

"That's sesame oil money, too."

"It doesn't matter. It's just some sesame oil money. The donor should be able to afford it. ”

"Hmm." Xiao Shani looked up at the wall that was missing a few tiles, "Why didn't Uncle Shi just give the word Fufeng to Fuyun Shizhu?" ”

Give it to her, and she'll think it's fake. Some people always think that it is true only if they get it with their own hands. ”

"Does it make a difference between the real and the fake?" Shani asked.

"It makes no difference to those who have insight into their hearts, but those who need to be pushed by others in everything can't bear the truth or falsehood."

"Uncle Shi said that Wuyuan can't understand."

"Then Uncle Rong slowly said it to Wuyuan."

……

Outside the courtyard wall, Ming Yu and Wuyuan sat on the ground to talk about Buddhism, and inside the courtyard wall, Lu Fuyun easily found the rice paper that Ming Yu put in the drawer.

Staring at the slightly yellowed rice paper in the drawer, Lu Fuyun didn't dare to reach out for a while, she was afraid that the paper was not as written by Mingyu. Even she was afraid that Ming Yu would deliberately deceive her.

But if you don't look at it, how can you know if it's true or not?

Lu Fuyun thought about it again and again, until his trembling heart calmed down, and then he reached out to approach Shu Xuan in the drawer. It's just that Lu Fuyun didn't even think that as soon as her hand touched Shu Xuan in the drawer, her body began to shake slightly.

Hold your breath and concentrate.

Thinking that the words on that piece of paper might be able to solve the doubts in her heart, Lu Fuyun clenched his fingertips and took out the two pieces of paper in the drawer.

The first is your own, right, the second?

The eye-catching words made Lu Fuyun pale at first, then gritted his teeth, and finally held the letter in his hand and scolded with a smile, "Damn it!" ”

I thought that the second piece of paper would be Fufeng's handwriting, but what Lu Fuyun never expected was that the paper she opened cautiously was a letter written to her by Ming Yu - even the beginning of the letter had already been stated, and Ming Yu had already guessed that she would come to steal the book.

But today she and Ming Yu obviously met by chance.

Casually following the instructions in the letter, he took out Fufeng's handwritten letter from the cabinet, and a trace of doubt slipped through Lu Fuyun's eyes, when did Ming Yu write the letter?