The next day, Minsha still appeared on time like a report.

"There is no clearness, there is no clearness, it will be the Double Ninth Festival in half a month, do you want to go down the mountain with me?"

"No, no."

Wuqing's slender fingers flipped through a page of the scriptures and replied lightly.

Minsha propped his hands on the table, and he was not too disappointed to hear the answer.

"Wuqing, you don't seem to have come down the mountain yet, there are a lot of delicious and fun things down the mountain, don't you really go?"

Minsha walked to Wuqing's side, his fingers pinching Wuqing's clothes and shaking them gently.

"Go, go, I want to be with you too. Don't worry that your master can't find you, and then I'll transform the bird outside the door into your appearance. ”

Wuqing raised his hand and brushed off the hand that was holding his clothes.

"No, no."

Still faintly yes answer.

Minsha cried and lay on the table.

Every day in the future, Minsha will repeat the sentence "No clear, no clear, let's go down the mountain to play together during the Double Ninth Festival?" ”

And Wuqing will answer coldly:

"No, no."

And Minsha leaves with a sad face every time.

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The ninth day of September, Chung Yeung Festival.

Minsha sat on the peach blossom branch, looking down at the people coming and going in the temple in the distance, and only a slender figure stood straight there that was particularly eye-catching, and the women who came to pray for blessings couldn't help but look at it twice, and hurriedly walked by with a red face.

"Hmph...... Why do you like to stare at others so much, and you're still a monk. If it weren't for the monks, wouldn't there be no bones left to be gnawed by you? Minsha pursed his lips, his eyes still staring at the spotless figure at the entrance of the temple for a moment.

"But, I really want to go down the mountain to play, the last time I went down the mountain was the last life of Wuqing." Minsha held her cheeks and looked at the sun that was about to set, her eyes gurgling.

"It's better to just stay overnight and come back early tomorrow morning."

During the Chung Yeung Festival, even at night, the streets are still very lively, with an endless stream of people coming and going, the shouts of small vendors, lanterns, and all kinds of pastries attract Minsha.

Minsha wears a veil to look at this and that, and is attracted by rouge gouache for a while, and then attracted by all kinds of pastries, and is very busy.

"Guess the lantern riddle ......"

"Lantern riddles?" Minsha leaned over with a questioning face.

"Come, Miss take a look, there is a mystery hidden under each item, I can suggest the riddle, if Miss guesses the riddle, the item will return to Miss."

Minsha looked at it, and her eyes lit up. His finger pointed to a blue-faced, fanged mask, which looked terrifying.

However, the corners of Minsha's mouth couldn't help but raise when he thought of taking it to the scared picture.

I saw the stall owner turn the mask over, and sure enough, a note was revealed.

"Floomy food with a floral scent"

"Hit a holiday food." The stall owner spread out the note and read it out one by one.

"It's not simple, it must be a chongyang cake." Minsha smiled even happier, and it was not in vain to come to the world for so many years.

Minsha touched the mask of green fangs on his face, and the thought of scaring Wuqing was about to scare him, and the corners of his mouth almost grinned behind his ears.

Passers-by all glanced at the woman walking on the road, dressed in a pale pink Luo skirt with a very different mask on her face. Although I couldn't see the expression, those eyes were crooked like a crescent moon, and they must be laughing.

Minsha didn't notice that passers-by were looking at her, and just wanted to walk back quickly to show Wuqing her newfound mask.

"Yikes!"