"You little girl is making a mistake again, and you are talking nonsense here. Shaoqing, he wouldn't say such a thing. ”

Yin Suwen, who was amused, threw Zhang Xuanyi a big white eye, not believing that her acting skills were exaggerated, but the jade pendant in her hand was still wrapped layer by layer and stored with her.

"So, is my sister-in-law willing to forgive my brother?"

"The two of us disagreed for a while, and there was no forgiveness. I will return this jade pendant to him, and I will work hard for you to be a messenger for him on this trip. ”

For many years, Yin Suwen has regarded Zhang Shaoqing as armor, but this double luan match is her weakness.

Zhang Yiyi got a positive answer, happily gave Yin Suwen a big hug, and just said that it was not hard or hard, and he must tell his brother the good news quickly.

The group of three climbed the long ladder steps before finally reaching the gate of the mountain temple. Yin Su asked along the way how it was strange that the Yunju Temple, which was supposed to be flourishing with incense, was so cold that there was no one at the moment, until he was stopped outside the mountain temple by the closed temple gate, and he learned from a little novice who went out to clean that today was the day of closing the temple and practicing. Yin Suwen had come to ask for the blessing bag that time was just a mistake and met fifteen, and he didn't know that Yunju Temple had such strange rules, and the three of them finally came with a lot of effort, and it was late, but they were all trapped outside the temple.

Zhang Huiyi had never been to such a place, and once wanted to show his identity and force the temple to come to receive him, but was stopped by Yin Suwen in time. She minded that she was dressed as a woman today, and she didn't want to report the name of Xinche, but Nanzhu was clever, and she asked the novice who sprinkled the sweep to bring a message to the little monk Yuanxiao she had seen, and after some tossing, she finally waited for Yuan to come to answer.

Yunju Temple is an ancient temple with a history of 1,000 years, the vermilion mountain gate seems to have been painted recently, the bright lacquer color reflects a few traces of sunset in the mountains, shaking and jumping between the simple and solemn mountain temple buildings, becoming a beautiful scenery of its own.

After a creaking of old wood, a small figure appeared behind the door. Seeing that it was Yin Suwen who was sitting side by side on the steps in front of the door, the figure happily waved his arms to call them over.

"Amitabha, good, good! Why did the female Bodhisattva come, I couldn't believe it when others were talking to the little monk just now. ”

Liyuan's voice was still cheerful, smiling sweetly at Yin Su, still revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth.

Yin Suwen also folded his hands and saluted him, gossiped a few words with him, and learned that everything was fine in the mountain temple on the square that day, and finally settled down. Nanzhu on the side had a sullen expression, and after the little monk finished speaking, he threw the burden in his hand into his hand.

"The burden is too heavy to lift, you can take a hand."

Seeing that he didn't know why, he made up the second half of the sentence angrily.

"Stinky monk with no conscience, I came to see you on purpose, and I completely ignored the existence of this girl! Hum! ”

"Is Jewel angry? Who's been worried about the safety of the little master before, and he didn't listen to the advice and had to go up the mountain together? ”

"Miss! People didn't worry about him, Zhu'er came with you to accompany you. ”

These two people must have a little stumbling verbally every time they meet, Yin Suwen made a round and hinted at the little monk in his eyes, and then he silently stepped forward and was relieved.

"Don't be angry with the little bead donor, it's really wrong for the little monk to say a lot of words and didn't have time to greet the donor. So, then I'll ask you to eat pumpkin pie to make amends, okay? ”

Hearing that there was something delicious, Nanzhu was finally willing to show a smile, and the two of them became enthusiastic again after a while. But after a few words, Yuan regretted his promise, he only felt that the little bead donor was still strong, and it was better not to take her to eat pumpkin pie or something, and it was the right thing to send her down the mountain earlier.

Yin Suwen heard that Yuan said that he had already communicated with Xinche, so he took Nanzhu and Yuyu to arrange a stay in the fast, and he followed the little novice who led the way to see Xinche. At this time, Xin Che was still meditating in the main hall, so Xiao Shami arranged for Yin Suwen to move to the reception hall to rest first, and then arrange a meeting later.

Today, the temple does not receive pilgrims, and only Yin Suwen is left in the huge reception hall, and the little novice sent a pot of good tea, but it is boring to pour himself and drink. After staying for a while, Yin Suwen, who was bored, simply got up and walked around, and felt quite interesting to see the murals everywhere.

was looking at a thangka in a daze, but there was a sound of soo under his feet. As soon as I looked down, I saw a rabbit with white velvet like a small snowball.

"Little white? It's really you! ”

Holding the little rabbit in his arms, Yin Suwen happily spoke to it with gentle words. I haven't seen it for a few days, this white rabbit has stayed very well in the temple, it has grown a little, and its fur looks brighter than before, the only thing that is not so good is that it has gained a lot of weight because of eating too much, and it is more laborious to hold it.

"Little white, long time no see. If you eat any fatter, I won't be able to hold you. ”

Slowly rubbing the long ears of the white rabbit to massage it, she only felt that this little guy was really a different kind of spiritual pet, the mountain temple was so big, it could sense its arrival. I was looking for some vegetables and radishes to feed it, but I didn't pay attention to it but saw it jump out of the door after a few rubs.

Worried that Xiaobai would get lost during the day, Yin Suwen had to follow closely. After passing through several winding stone paths, I finally caught it and stuffed it into my arms, and when I looked up, I realized that I had stumbled into the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The evening class has ended, the door of the hall is still open, but there is no one around, only the slanting sun and the sunset slowly fall from the mid-mountain, and the golden light in the sky seems to emanate from behind the majestic hall.

In the main hall of the hall, there is a huge golden Buddha statue of the master Shakyamuni, and the candles with the thickness of the wrist around the offering table are placed in the shape of lotus flowers and burned, and incense is burned among the nine copper tripods. The hall was quiet, and in the smoke of the smoke, there was only a figure kneeling with his back to the door, and he was silently chanting with his palms folded.

His eyes were closed lightly, his face was calm, and in front of him was a half-open scripture, and his lips moved slightly but silently. Instead of meditating and meditating as usual, since he returned to the temple at the foot of the mountain a month ago, he always asked himself to kneel for an hour to chant sutras, saying that he wanted to deepen his practice.

After chanting, Xin Che received the scriptures and was about to leave, when he turned around, he saw a small figure at the door of the main hall, which was also half-kneeling, and when he looked closer, he found that there was another short shadow above the wide threshold.

Yin Suwen and Xiao Baibai turned to the front of the main hall earlier, and recognized from a distance that it was Xin Che chanting the back of the scriptures. Unintentionally disturbing his cultivation, one person and one rabbit waited silently outside the door, and also learned to close their eyes and meditate, which was like the first meeting of the two in the snow of Donghuang Mountain.

"Amitabha, Lord Yin, don't come unharmed."