- When Wang Chi's gaze was taken away from the old man who seemed to be blind, the singing girl who was so surprised by Ruan Luo's release of a golden leaf that she forgot her words for a while had already come back to her senses. However, in her eyes, it seemed that she had finally stepped out of something she was immersed in and glanced at the singing girl.

When the song sang to the hill where the wind blew the green seedlings and startled a few rabbits, Ruan Luo's eyebrows moved slightly, and he remembered the memory of Wang Zhe who often went to the mountains to hunt game with the old hunters in the village when he was still in Bo County three years ago.

And when the singer sang until the wind on the hill was ripe and the corn was ripe, hoping that someone would collect and store this section, Wang Chi, whose face had always been very calm, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Winter wax moon, Pingxi River;

The moon is cold in the water, and the stars are scarce;

The wind blows the frost and snow on the hills, and the grass and trees are dry...

After singing a hill wind, although the words in the song are as requested by the owner of this wonton restaurant, they should not be sad; As Wang Chi requested, it is necessary to elaborate on the real scene in western Sichuan. The girl who sang also complied with Ruan Luo's special instructions, and sang with a very standard Kyoto accent, but the last word of the song fell on the dry side, and some scenes, even if they were not directly famous, seemed to have a very clear side at this time.

What's more, this meaning just hit Wang Chixuan's intention to listen to this song, for him who has been in western Sichuan for a few days, the singer's singing voice is actually a few knives.

The hill wind song ended, and Wang Chi also fell into a kind of silence. This song was what he wanted, and now he neither said good nor bad, which made the singer feel a little awkward in the atmosphere, and wanted to ask, but also didn't want to ask.

Uncle? There was silence in the hall for a moment, and there was a reminder from Lao Ruanluo.

Wang Chi walked out of the thoughts that seemed to fly thousands of miles away with the sound of singing, returned to the wonton restaurant located in a small family house in Kyoto, raised his eyes slightly to look at the inquiring gaze that the singing girl was also throwing, nodded and said: Sing well, it is worth a leaf of gold.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, and before he could take a step, Cen Chi saw a shadow of the corner intersection on the opposite side, and a monk walked over slowly. Seeing that this plain-clothed monk was not in a hurry when he came, he should just be passing by, but Cen Chi remembered another thing, and subconsciously looked sideways to the side.

There was nothing around him, and the figure in the heart of the stream was gone.

Cen Chi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If the monk who came from the opposite side saw the master of the small temple standing here with him, the terrible thing was that both of them were a little disheveled and covered in mud, and they didn't know what the monk was going to feel in his heart. Fortunately, Xi Xin should have expected these in advance, with his martial arts cultivation, he could hear the message that someone was approaching one step earlier than himself, so he responded as soon as possible and left one step faster.

After the young plain-clothed monk approached, he immediately shouted at Cen Chi with his palms together, and Cen Chi hurriedly responded according to the courtesy.

Just when he thought that the two of them would pass by so calmly, he slowly let go of his palm, and the young monk who was hanging his hand at his side suddenly had a trace of waves in his eyes when he looked at Cen Chi at eye level. At this time, Cen Chi also recognized that this monk was the one he had met in the vegetable garden a few hours ago.

Things are man-made, and luck is determined by heaven. For his explanation, Cen Chi was deeply impressed.

Because the other party's words did not seem to be spoken by a monk, although Cen Chi didn't know what his Dharma name was, he already had a deep impression of him.

Seeing the change in the monk's mood, Cen Chi secretly wondered: It is estimated that he has seen the messiness of his clothes. Holding back the thought of reaching out to touch his harness if it was still there, Cen Chi felt slightly embarrassed in his heart, and he didn't think of how to explain it for a while.

But then, he didn't expect the young monk to say nothing, and the wave in his eyes just now also disappeared with him hanging his head.

Under the surprised and superficially calm gaze in Cen Chi's heart, the young monk slowly turned to leave. Cen Chi seemed to be able to feel that he sighed the moment he turned around, but this not-so-clear feeling was somewhat like his own illusion.

After a slight hesitation, Cen Chi still decided to see his senior brother again before leaving. I don't know how long it will take me to come back this time, and the separation just now is really a bit hasty.

When he came to Xixin's meditation room again, he saw that his senior brother seemed to be a high-ranking monk.

But that's just what you see. After some conversation just now, Cen Chi has already made it completely clear that he, a fellow senior brother who has been in the Buddhist hall for more than ten years, really hasn't changed much. In this contrast between the appearance and the inside, Cen Chi suddenly wanted to make fun of the senior brother's pretense.

But in the end, he didn't do it, and didn't give the last bit of time to a meaningless chat of this important meeting.

The two brothers had a final discussion, and at the end they cherished each other. As he was about to leave the courtyard where the meditation room was located, Cen Chi couldn't help but tell Xi Xin about his conversation with the young monk in the vegetable garden, and Xi Xin's response surprised him a little.

It turned out that the young monk who had met twice in one day, both times by coincidence, but left a deep impression on Cen Chi, was actually the first disciple of the previous presiding master.

Yikong is an abandoned baby adopted by Master Yiye during his travels to the temple. And the first pronunciation of Yikong when he learned to speak was related to Buddhism, and when he reached out to the time when he was not enlightened, his ears and eyes were also touched by the chanting of monks, as well as the Buddha statues in the Buddhist hall and the Buddhist paintings on the wall-