"Once upon a time, there was a mountain.

There is a temple in the mountain, and there is an old monk and a small monk living in the temple.

One day, the old monk told the young monk a story about a man as beautiful as a lotus flower named Cangyang Gyatso. ”

After Chen Feng finished writing the introduction of the opening chapter, he poured himself a glass of water, sat quietly at the table, and began to think about the framework and twists of the whole story, which was his favorite thing.

"Love, love."

Young boys and girls taste the forbidden fruit for the first time, the cold concubine in the deep palace is full of resentment, and the children of the rivers and lakes have grievances and hatred...... Love is the most touching when it is accompanied by taboos.

He wrote about the love of a monk, based on the story of Cangyang Gyatso, and created a fandom.

After meditating for a long time, Chen Feng began to write officially.

Because he is accustomed to coding words on the keyboard, at first glance with a pen, his writing speed is not fast, and his movements are very jerky.

But fortunately, Chen Feng was ordered by the teacher to practice calligraphy because of the ugliness of the characters when he was a child, and while practicing, the writing was much better than most people.

But now, he has to copy the font on the previous manuscript to avoid mistakes.

As time went on, he wrote faster and faster, and he became more and more oblivious.

Chen Feng is immersed in his own world, a handsome living Buddha, under his pen, gradually takes shape, a poignant and sad story, slowly brewing.

"First, it's better not to want to see each other, so you don't fall in love."

That time when he looked back, he was amazing, but he became a magic ...... that accompanied him all his life

"Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't know each other

That unsigning, the pearl words and sentences, created a love that she can never forget......

……

"It's best not to meet tenth, so you don't get together."

Those past events passed away with the wind and were buried in Sanskrit Buddhist words; The green lantern scroll is always with him, and the white hair of the Yiren has long been gone.

After the old monk finished telling the whole story, the little monk wet his eyes.

After writing the last paragraph in one go, Chen Feng took a light breath, and a bright smile appeared on his face, as bright as a sunflower under a bright eye.

After repeatedly searching for these pieces of paper, Chen Feng became more and more satisfied.

He directly put the manuscript into an envelope and handed it to the mailbox at the door, and in just a few minutes, the mechanized transport device could deliver the manuscript to Hong Xie.

This function, which was popularized a decade ago, was designed for the rapid flow of light objects within a certain range, and now, it is said that more advanced technology is also on the way.

Before you know it, it's getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun is fading.

A cooing sound rang out.

Chen Feng touched his stomach, and a strong feeling of hunger rose.

He glanced at the inferior bread left over from the writing in the drawer, and the dry taste was really hard to swallow, even if it was a slightly cold tea, he didn't dare to compliment people.

"If I can write this time, according to the specifications of that magazine, I will at least offer a price of one federal currency per word. According to the specifications of this world, my "Tibetan Buddha Love" can almost be regarded as a good article, with a content of more than 10,000 words, it is more than 10,000 federal coins, and you can't be so mean to yourself. ”

Chen Feng made an excuse for himself, gritted his teeth and took out his "savings" from the bedside table, which was more than 800 yuan of federal coins, and he decided to use this money to treat himself well, as a celebration of the new life.

The purchasing power of one federal dollar is almost equivalent to one dollar in Chen Feng's impression.

If you think about it carefully, the manuscript fee for this errand has reached an appalling thousand words.

In Chen Feng's impression, this is simply unbelievable, except for the masterpieces of famous artists, in his impression, only the first issue of the "Choir" magazine run by Han Han reached such specifications.

And he knew very well that what Hong Xie found for himself was just an ordinary magazine, and its influence could only cover one county.

After calming down the shock in his heart, Chen Feng walked out of the slum with more than 800 federal coins in his pocket.

Finding a restaurant and having a good meal is the top priority.

Soon, he walked into a small restaurant that was not bad, ordered a cup of cabusso, a very popular drink at the moment, and ordered a few meat dishes according to the menu.

The purchasing power of 800 federal coins is really a little weak at this moment.

He couldn't wait to lift the tableware and enjoy the first dinner in this world, the appearance of gobbling up attracted many people's side eyes, and the sound of chirping made people frown and complain in a low voice.

When Chen Feng was stomping on a large block, Hong Xie had just received the article "Tibetan Buddha Love", a thick stack of paper, which surprised him a little, after all, for a senior high school student, it is already a good score to be able to write an article of several thousand words, and what Chen Feng sent was definitely more than 10,000.

Laying the manuscript on the table, Mr. Hong began to review it slowly.

Gradually, his expression became heavier and heavier.

The history of this world has changed since 1914, at the beginning of World War I, and before that, it was all familiar to Chen Feng.

In his previous life, in Chen Feng's impression, Cangyang Gyatso, born in 1683, was the sixth ** Lama, a famous figure in Tibetan history who was quite controversial, and countless infatuated men and women in later generations were overwhelmed by his love songs.

In this life, under various factors, Cangyang Gyatso should still be the same as it was back then, but his stories and love songs have long been buried under the dust of history, and no one cares.

Although Chen Feng made up stories with the idea of homohumanities, in the eyes of others, there is no difference between originality and originality.

Cangyang Gyatso may not even have heard such a name for those professional ancient historians.

So Hong Xie also completely regarded this article as a fictional story, and Juanxiu's font first made his eyes shine, and this look was several hours.

He read this Tibetan Buddha love word by word, and suddenly showed a wonderful expression on his face, he put the manuscript paper aside, closed his eyes, and leaned heavily on the back of the chair of Zihuamu.

His mind was empty, and something seemed to be creeping in.

Is it the lotus flower in full bloom? The legacy is independent of the endless wilderness.

Is it the white jade-like monk? Stepping barefoot in the cold snow.

Or is it a touch of red on the woman's face, or the faint green smoke rising from the incense burner? It is a big net woven by the past, mortals can't jump out, and even the living Buddha with a heart like a lotus flower sighs.

Quiet.

It was like this for a long time, and it seemed like only a little while.

Hong Xie opened his eyes tiredly, and there was a sparkling light in his deep eyes.

This light flashed in Hong Xie's eyes, and then, his eyes shone with another brilliance, full of joy, solace, and satisfaction.

"This kid is hiding quite deeply."

Hong Xie knocked on the table with his hand, making a clicking sound, laughing, laughing, laughing, he suddenly let out a long sigh, shrugged his eyes, and remembered some sad past.

……

In the restaurant, Chen Feng's meal came to an end.

He touched his stomach with some satisfaction, perhaps due to the difference in time and space, these dishes tasted different and "exotic", but compared to the dishes of his own time and space, they were really much worse.

"Chen Feng? It's unbelievable that you're going to come here to eat, tsk, and so sumptuous, is it the last supper that has been carefully prepared, heh, this time, you don't have a chance to escape. ”

Just as Chen Feng was about to enjoy the comfortable time after the meal, a discordant voice sounded from behind him.

The voice was hoarse and ugly, and with an irritating malice, Chen Feng subconsciously frowned, wanting to turn his head and scold a few words angrily, but then, a sudden chill made his body stiff and unable to move.

He was terrified of the source of the voice.

This fear came from the heart, almost instinctively, and was once deeply rooted in the heart of the owner of this body.