"Is the donor's injury better?"

"Master's injuries are getting better?"

The two blurted out almost at the same time to ask about each other's injuries, and the degree of tacit understanding made others stunned. The little monk still had osmanthus cake stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes were very puzzled.

"Huh? It turns out that Uncle Shizu, you and Master Yin are old acquaintances? Why are you still injured, why don't you know about such a big thing, you should have hired a doctor as soon as possible. ”

"It's not in the way, I just accidentally fell and injured myself on the way back to the temple a few days ago. Remember not to explain this matter to the abbot, don't let him worry. ”

Xinche has always been low-key, and he is even more reluctant to let others know about his injury because he saved Yin Suwen. And Yin Suwen, who looked guilty, looked at the little monk on the side, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped, but Nanzhu blocked in front of the two at the right time, and twisted the little monk's arm as revenge.

"Where did you come from so many words, the affairs of the old man, Uncle Shi, can you, a junior, talk more? Go, go, don't hurry up and eat your osmanthus cake. ”

After that, he dragged the little monk to greet the novices who received the food later, and distributed the food with the good people, leaving only Xin Che and Yin Suwen talking.

"When I met Master that day, it was the death day of my mother, and Su Wen was upset, and I didn't know how I was concerned about Master's injury in a trance. After thinking about it, I was full of guilt, so today I heard that a monk from Yunju Temple came to preach the scriptures, and I thought, no matter what, I have to come to find it. ”

"Amitabha, the donor has a heart. The poor monk's injury was not serious, and the Orion who helped that day was very effective in treating the injury, and it would be good to recuperate a little after returning to the temple, otherwise he would not be able to go to the house to pray for the old lady that day. ”

Yin Suwen nodded, looking at his ruddy complexion now, it didn't seem like there was any sequelae that had not healed, and then saw his inquiring eyes, subconsciously touched the side of his face, and thought to himself in his heart. The last time we met, Xin Che must have noticed the whip mark on her face to think that she was injured again. Fortunately, the whip marks were not deep, and they had faded under various medicinal powers, leaving only a light red mark.

"Master is fine, Su Wen is also relieved. My injuries have also healed, so Master is worried. When I went out today, I met Master Yuan, and I heard him say that it was Yunju Temple that held a dojo festival here, so he followed. I heard that it was the uncle in the temple who was in charge of the lecture, but I thought it was an old man, but I didn't expect it to be Master Xinche. ”

The uncle who was preaching in Tianshui Square turned out to be clear-hearted, which made Yin Suwen both happy and surprised, seeing me at the moment, he didn't see anything outside, and casually took the name of his uncle to laugh at him.

"I heard that there was still a lack of food and drink at the meeting, so Su Wen took some advice, and I didn't know what my uncle liked to eat on weekdays, so I only picked some light snacks, Master might as well try them."

She chattered as she took out the refreshments from her food box and set them on the offering table beside her, and carefully poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xinche.

"Su asked the tea he made, and Master will drink it."

"The poor monk has a special background, thanks to the abbot's brother, his position in the temple will be higher. Liyuan is a child sent by the people at the foot of the mountain to practice, and the younger generation is lower than the younger generation, so he calls me my uncle. ”

Xin Che took the tea and explained to Yin Su again. Knowing that she was naughty and deliberately teasing herself, she didn't care much, but the slightly flushed face and slightly shy look were something Yin Suwen had never seen before, which only made her feel that Xinche at this time was more lovely than the holy monk on the high platform.

He knew that he went to Huayuan Xinche before going to Yuan, but he didn't expect that he went to Yin's house, and Yin Suwen, who had changed into men's clothes, came to help in person. He was grateful in his heart, and after bowing and thanking him, he no longer gave in, took a sip of tea, and picked a small piece of pastry and tasted it carefully.

"This tea is wonderful, the poor monk has never tasted it, dare to ask the donor if he has a tea name?"

"Homemade coarse tea, thanks to the master's dislike. The name of this tea is 'the beginning of the sky', which is to pass the time in his spare time, and he does not dare to be presumptuous. ”

Although he is modest, seeing that Xinche likes his own food, Yin Suwen is still happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Master Yin doesn't have to be modest, although the first sky is self-created, it is unique. It is not uncommon for this tea to take a point of pear blossom freshness and peach blossom sweetness, and it is rare that it can also be divided into three points of bamboo. Junzhu was born in the land of thorns and gravel, never take the old and not the young, the quality of firewood and the taste is bitter, and the world is mostly used for medicinal purposes. The donor put it in this tea, which just neutralizes the fragrance of the petals, and matches the sweetness of the last snow water. ”

Just a few sips of tea, Xin Che actually drank the beauty of it, and Yin Suwen couldn't help but look at it. She came up with this tea recipe when she was playing, and she also sent it to Zhang Shaoqing, but he politely refused and said that this was the tea taste of his youngest daughter's family, which was too fancy and sweet, and the heart in front of her actually tasted the sweetness and bitterness. She couldn't help but be happy, as if she had met an old friend who had been separated for a long time, and even the action of pouring tea was a lot more attentive.

"This cake was also tasted by chance by Su Wen, and then I couldn't find the person who sold the cake and made it myself. Although it is not as delicious as the original, it can still be handled, so Master might as well taste two more pieces. ”

Xin Che doesn't like sweets, and the diet in the temple has always been simple, and things like pastries are usually tasted lightly, but he didn't want to disappoint her when he looked at Yin Suwen's attentive and happy appearance, so he ate a few more pieces.

Although it was only the third time they met, the two had no shortage of topics. Yin Suwen guessed that Xinche must be a serious and unsmiling monk on weekdays, so he picked some interesting things that seemed to sound to relieve his boredom. Xin Che had traveled all over the world, and seeing that Yin Suwen was very interested in the world outside the Shangyuan Mansion, he unconsciously talked more, and introduced some strange stories about his travels in the Western Regions with her. At this time, the two chatted like old reunions after a long absence, and they didn't feel that time had passed.

In addition, Xin Che also deliberately said some details of the life of the white rabbit in the cave after being adopted by the temple, and learned that the former "little white white" is now living very well with Xin Che, Yin Suwen is also very satisfied and happy, and made a wish to take time to visit the temple.

Although the lecture has ended, many believers in the square are still receiving alms from the monks. At the time of the scorching sun at noon, Yin Suwen walked through the crowd with Xinche and didn't feel tired.

However, this happy scene did not last long. After a while, as several sharp arrows shot straight into the sandalwood Buddha plaque in the center of the square, a burst of screams and commotion broke out in the crowd instantly.