People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. What's more, it's seven years of getting along day and night. Although it is not just a few words, it is the feelings in the heart, and everyone knows it. Sure enough, when the robed monk of Jialan Temple set foot in the town, the proprietress handed the keys to the storyteller.

The red-clothed man looked at the monk and couldn't hide his smile. Xu waited for it, but Mr. Storyteller's heart stayed here forever. He took the place of the red coat and waited for the next one to return.

The red clothes also tended to follow the footsteps of the monks, and walked extremely briskly. It's like running on the stone pavement of Solitary Heights, it's never been so enjoyable. Years of life in a wine shop have made her a little more smoky, but the day and thousand years in the Najialan Temple have never changed him at all.

The person in front suddenly turned around and looked at the red clothes behind him. The red dress didn't dare to raise his eyes, so he could only lower his eyebrows and hang his head. When the monk saw the person behind him, he could only recite the Buddha's name. The inner demon that had already flown to the clouds of the nine clouds, but at this time fell into a boundless state of mind, and could only sigh.

The two confronted each other like this, more precisely, one looking at the other, and the robe looking at the red clothes. He knew that she had waited for him for seven years, but she didn't know that he had forgotten her for seven years in the sea of clouds.

He thought that he could cut off this red dust line and cultivate the heart of Buddhism. However, the daily chanting of sutras and worships the Buddha was all collapsed at the moment after stepping out of the mountain gate and looking back, and the seven-year work was ruined.

He still didn't escape the nightmare, he didn't escape the catastrophe, he didn't avoid the person he should have seen again in this life.

He wasn't supposed to be here, but he had to go down the mountain because of that chance. She shouldn't have been here, but she had to lie dormant because of the secret order. Hongchen remembers dreams, when you push open the door of the temple, you can no longer close the door of your heart.

The monk finally began to speak, he didn't want to speak, but he still said the sentence. He was about to say, "Why are you here, donor?" When the words came to his lips, they became, "Since you're here, let's go together." ”

Hearing this, the red clothes suddenly raised their heads and smiled like a flower. She waited for this sentence, and waited for a long, long time. And in the distance, where the candle was still lit, stood the man who had been with her for seven years.

Fate is such torture, but after all, whether it is good or bad, who really cares? It's just that it's all with deep affection.

The monk recites the Buddha's name and walks forward slowly. The red coat jumped up and down and followed. At this time, what rivers and lakes do you care, what rules do you care, all she wants is to follow each other along the way.

The monk slowed down, he knew that he had to follow his heart, follow the mortal heart that had entered the red dust. He had an epiphany when he said that. The so-called love, but so, since you like it, you can say it boldly. It's better than Master's face, which is full of sadness every day. It's better than the lonely owner, using that power to cover up the emptiness of the past.

Why? The monk was clear at this time, but he thought so clearly. The corners of his mouth suddenly turned slightly, and he looked sideways at the water-like face of the red clothes on his side, and called softly: "Chixin, after many years, are you okay?" ”

Hongyi was obviously stunned, she didn't know if he remembered her name, the sentence just now had satisfied her. was originally a ruthless killer, but at this time she became a somewhat shy girl next door.

And when she was sure that she couldn't be called by the monk, the smile on her face could no longer be hidden, and she could only block it with her hands, so as not to laugh generously. The monk's face is the same as it was back then, but a little more resolute and resolute, and a little less immature and reckless.

She looked at him and remembered that night many years ago, when the monk was teaching the young man's Buddhist martial arts under that moonlit night. I don't know if the young man is in the capital, but how is he doing?

If he thought about it, he unconsciously leaned a little closer to the monk's side. Seeing the red clothes moving slightly in the wind, the monk was a little frightened and a little clumsy, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Seeing that the monk was cramped, the red clothes only said that it was the first time he knew his heart, and his face couldn't help but flush.

The monk couldn't hide his embarrassment, so he could only speak: "I know, you have been here all these years." ”

Chixin pretended not to know, raised his already delicate face, and asked suspiciously: "You have never come down the mountain, how can you know me?" ”

The monk recited the Buddha's name, and said gently: "Under the sea of clouds, there is your 'red clothes'." After speaking, he held his bare hand, and the sparks and coldness of that moment exploded in the monk's mind, like a dream and a fantasy.

And the moment the monk held his hand, Chixin had already decided that he would be for life. If it weren't for his deliberate provocation at the beginning, if it wasn't for the frequent chance encounters, if it wasn't for the child's intentional matchmaking, the monk might not face his heart for the rest of his life.

What's more, it is to break through the shackles of secular etiquette and religion, and not be afraid of the eyes of the world. What kind of love is this that makes him dare to take this step. Enough, for Chixin, seven years of suffering disappeared in an instant, and the person in front of him is worth cherishing.

The two walked out of the town, and when Chixin turned to look back again, the lights of the town were gone.

This parting may not come back, and it may not come back. The monk Xu was too stupid and only cared about hurrying, and did not stop. At this time, the sun was already rising, and the naked heart could not understand the monk's robe, and signaled to rest for a while.

The two slowly came to a small stream, and the monk took out a bowl from his robe, scooped up a bowl of stream water from the stream, and handed it to Chixin. Chixin was not polite, took it and raised his head to drink. A stream of clear water slid down my throat, refreshing.

The monk just stared blankly, his eyes gentle. Chixin handed the bowl back to the monk, took out a lotus leaf from his arms, opened it and picked up a piece and handed it to the monk. The monk did not shirk, took the bite and ate it. I haven't eaten anything other than fasting for a long time, so I can't help but feel a little strange.

But the crispy cake is soft and glutinous and sweet, and the monk suddenly feels fragrant. Seeing that the monk had eaten a few bites, Chixin couldn't help but cry and laugh, so he could only take out another piece from the lotus leaf and hand it over.

The monk took it, and did not swallow it in a few mouthfuls as he did just now, but carefully held it in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously. Then he put it in a bowl and hid it in a robe.

Seeing this scene with a naked heart, it is already warm from the heart. I didn't expect this dumb-headed monk to have such a delicate mind.

After the monk ate the cake, he walked to the creek and squatted, picked up a pool of stream water, and drank it lightly. and the bare heart, like two people. Just when the monk wanted to drink again, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking the air from far and near, and he didn't feel a tightness in his heart.

And Chixin has already regained his capable appearance, waiting for an opportunity. This feather arrow came from the mountain stream a hundred steps away in front of the two of them, and came towards the door of the monk. I don't know the monk's eyes, he doesn't dodge or dodge, but suddenly the robe soars, and the breath leaks out, and the King Kong is not bad.

Chixin was a little worried, but he didn't dare to rush forward, so he could only stop in place, slowly squatted down, and leaned his ears on the soft mud to listen to the movement in the distance.

But Rao is such a master, he has no achievements, and he has not noticed half a point. And that feather arrow, after approaching the door of the monk's face, shattered as if it hit a copper wall.

At the moment when the feather arrow shattered, a millimeter invisible to the naked eye shot out from the shattered feather arrow. The monk has quick eyes and hands, accumulates strength in his palm, and splits it off between breaths.

Then he got up and looked at the mountain stream, and at the same time carried the lion roar of the Buddha: "Who is Your Excellency?" Why is it sneaky, you might as well show up. The voice broke through the air, a hundred miles away, and it was endless. But there was no one or anything in the mountain stream except the song of birds and the murmuring of the stream.

After thinking about it for a while, he grabbed the monk and ran towards the mountain stream. Since the other party has no intention of showing up, then find out. The monk held the wrist of the bare heart with his backhand, and jumped up in his heart, and he had drifted to the place where the arrow was shot.

After the two of them settled, they bent down to investigate, and sure enough, they found traces of stampede in the grass. The two looked at each other for a moment, then set off again and chased forward.

And the person who was tempted just now was humming a little song on the road ahead, so unhappy. As he passed by, he saw a monk and a woman walking together, and he had the intention of teasing. But when he saw that the monk looked dignified, he thought that the woman did not mean it, so he secretly attacked and wanted to kill the man.

Who would have thought that the woman and the bald donkey were actually acquainted with each other, and they were a pair of dog men and women, and they were afraid that they would retaliate, so they quickly ran away. And the red heart on this side only feels that the enemy in the rivers and lakes is looking for revenge, but he doesn't feel it.

However, the monk re-entered the WTO, and he did not grudge with others, so he was confused. Listening to Chi Xin, I also felt that it was such a reason, so I wanted to find out. secretly said in his heart, there are not a few people who have the opportunity to explore.

Having made up his mind, he sped up his pace and chased after him. Chi Xin was originally a killer, although he has been away from the industry for many years, but his tracking foundation has not fallen in the slightest. And the monk who did not pass was able to do it lightly, and walked through the mountain stream and stream, as if walking on the ground.

And the person who was whistling just now suddenly heard a strange sound behind him, and he noticed something was wrong. But when he was about to speed up his footsteps and slip away, the monk who didn't know how to pass had already floated in front of him, looking at him with a kind face. And behind him, there was a red dress.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the whistling man drew two scimitars from behind his waist, drew a fancy knife gesture with both hands, and moved back and forth, and was bound to compete. The monk didn't have any look of annoyance. He was originally a member of Buddhism, but he just looked at the young man in front of him with a faint smile.

And the one in red, but his eyes were cold, as if he wanted to skin and cramp the person in front of him before he would stop.

The young man who whistled did not say anything, and looked at the two of them coldly, ready for the next fierce battle. This was originally a trouble caused by himself, and it seems that only his own solution can be solved.

Chixin didn't pay attention to the monk's eyes, and between life and death, she trusted her instincts more. And the young man in front of him, in his opinion, is very dangerous. This is an instinct that has slowly accumulated since childhood, and it is also the most basic instinct of killers.

Chixin pulled out a soft whip from his waist that had not been touched for many years, and struck the young man's wrist. Xu wanted to ask something, and there was room for the first shot. The monk took two steps back, he knew Chixin's temperament, and it was better not to interfere for the time being. If you are defeated, it is not too late to make another move.