The morning bell and evening drum are often struck first in the morning, then the drum, and in the evening, the drum is struck first, and then the bell is struck.

In the temple, there was a sudden sound of drums, followed by several bells, which spread out of the temple. A thin figure came slowly, and behind him was a carriage, galloping towards it, as if chasing the last bell.

When the last bell rang under 108, the old monk put down the bell ringing wood in his hand, folded his hands and bowed in the direction of the main hall, then walked out along the bluestone road, and muttered alone: The time has come, and the return road is brilliant!

As the sun sets, the sky is full of sunset, and the walls of the temple are mottled by wind and rain, but the trees in the temple are tall and green, adding a bit of solemnity to the temple.

"Squeak--" Pushing open the half-hidden temple door, the man carefully carried the woman towards the meditation room. Passing by the side hall outside the door that was full of cracks but unusually clean, he paused slightly, the moss under the door was a little bit, it had already been devastated by the years, and he was gradually growing up, and everything he wanted to know most would be known after all.

He retracted his thoughts, quickened the pace of his feet, increased the movement of his hands, and walked towards the meditation room with the woman in his arms.

After a while, he went to the main hall with a nervous heart, to know what he did not know, and what the old monk knew.

As soon as the man stepped into the main hall, he folded his hands, bent over, and bowed respectfully to the old monk who was sitting on the futon and beating the wooden fish, "Master." ”

"Dut--" The old monk held the mallet in his right hand, placed his left hand on his chest, sat in front of the wooden fish, and knocked on the wooden fish with a focused expression.

"Leng Feng, come and sit down." When the old monk heard the man's greeting, he put down the small mallet in his hand and replied in a hoarse tone.

The old monk was the man's master, and "Leng Feng" was the name he gave to the man. In this temple, there are actually only the old monk and him.

Why is it called Leng Feng, probably because he wants men to have a broad mind like a mountain, but also because people are as their name suggests, too indifferent, men have thought so since childhood.

He grew up in this temple since he was a child, and all his memories are about this temple. A flower and a tree here were all remembered clearly in his mind, and he seemed to know everything, but he didn't understand the old monk in front of him, he couldn't see through him, and he couldn't guess all his thoughts.

But he was grateful to him, believed in him, and relied on him.

"Yes, master." Leng Feng came back to his senses, saluted him again, took the futon on the side and placed it opposite the old monk, and then sat down cross-legged respectfully.

"Tut--" The old monk knocked on the wooden fish in front of him again, then stopped and began to look at Leng Feng carefully. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a slight anger on his face.

Leng Feng's coat was already wet, his hair was also wet, and a few strands were still dripping, just because he rushed to the main hall with his heart, so he had already ignored himself and was beaten mercilessly by the wind and rain.

At this moment, he was stared at uncomfortably by the old monk, stretched out his hand and touched his face, and then asked with a little doubt: "Master, is there something on my face?" ”

Hearing this, the expression on the old monk's face changed, so he withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "No!" ”

He took a few deep breaths, stared at the wooden fish in front of him, stared at it for a full few seconds, and felt that the sudden flustered heartbeat just now calmed down little by little with the passage of time, and then he raised his head and looked at the old monk carefully.

The old monk's face was full of vicissitudes, his brows were already gray, and he was half-squinting, as if he was thinking about something.

"Woman in distress, where to find?" He asked word by word in a hoarse voice, but in his heart it seemed that he had already made up his mind.

Leng Feng was not surprised at all, he hadn't told it yet, but he already knew everything.

He remembered that the old monk had told him that he had a mission in this world, and that the protagonist of the mission was the person in the story he had heard since he was a child, that is, the woman he needed to save.

"The mountain road is crooked, for the amazing search!"

At first, he thought that everything was an old monk's joke, but today he really met a woman, and although he saved her by chance, his heart was really shocked.

He secretly thought in his heart that his master was not an immortal, and he actually guessed that he would meet a woman at a critical moment, and guessed that the woman was wearing plain white clothes, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sadness.

However, when he thought about it, how could her story be as sad as a drama, and how could she be hopeful and smiley?

"Wait silently and find your life!" The old monk's words pulled him back from his memories, he only heard the word "life experience", his heart seemed to sink to the bottom, he only wanted to stay in this temple for the rest of his life, by the old monk's side, this is his home, he is his family, nothing else.

"I don't want to leave, and I don't want to know my background!" After thinking about it, he felt some pain in his heart, clenched his hands into fists, and said excitedly, "I don't want to look for those who have abandoned me!" ”

After he finished speaking, he hadn't heard the words of the old monk for a long time, so he began to ask, "There are so many mundane things in the red dust, why should I wade into troubled waters?" ”

"If the dream in this life is not unintentional, the past is vague but true!" He closed his eyes, folded his hands, and muttered incessantly, and he didn't hear a word.

The old monk shook his head, sighed again, and said earnestly: "When I first talked about being a bystander, I was already a person in the bureau. Our fate is like this, we have to follow! ”

"My life is up to me!"

He said something meaningful, "At the beginning of this life, we were arranged, and everything we did may not be called fate, or maybe it was just to fulfill an unfinished dream!" ”

As soon as the man wanted to answer, the old monk quickly thought of something, and immediately said again: "I'm old, you should also go down the mountain and wander alone!" Your background, you will naturally know when you should know!"

He looked at the person in front of him again, and the reluctance in his eyes turned into reluctance, so he nodded, no more unwilling.

"Good!"

"Toot--" The sound of the wooden fish started again, and the old monk picked up the small wooden mallet again, and the wooden fish sounded with a certain regularity.

"At a glance, they are all dreamers!" The expression on his face gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth outlined a slight arc.

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In the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the sound of "bell", accompanied by the morning bell of hope, woke up the sleeping people and ushered in the dawn. The temple that transcends time and space lingers in the tranquil and Zen-like atmosphere, away from the hustle and bustle, crowded with people, and feels life in the smoke.

On the bed, He Yan opened her worried eyes, she patted her head with her hand, thought of something, touched herself with both hands, it was warm, and she was still alive.

The sleeve of her coat slipped down with her movements, and all she could see was a silver bracelet on her wrist, and she moved, the bell making a crisp sound. She looked around, but missed the faint glow of the bracelet.

She found herself in a room, with wooden doors and windows, the windows were closed at the moment, and her eyes shone through the curtains, shining warmly on her body, warm. The tip of her nose is a faint scent of sandalwood, which makes people calm down, and it is no wonder that she is in a better mood.

She sat still, and then looked at the room carefully, the room was simply decorated, except for a bed, a table and chairs, and an incense burner on the table, and the cigarette was curling, and the spices were burning, and the scent of sandalwood came from it. There was a painting on the wall with a Buddha character written on it, nothing else, it was very simple, but she also knew that it was a meditation room.

But she didn't know how she came here, and she could only take one step at a time, and the thought of dying in her heart had already faded a little, and it was more of a muddy life.

"Gollum--" Her stomach rang out of place, and she just wanted to get something to eat, and she was going out in search of food. She lifted the quilt covering her body, got up and wanted to get out of bed, but her hands were weak, so she could only move her legs and go to the ground.

At this moment, she was forced to tears, the soles of her feet were full of stinging pain, she didn't even dare to put her feet on the ground, and now she felt that her feet hurt and she could cry painfully. She couldn't help but wonder, how on earth was she going to get out?

Just when she was at a loss, there was a sudden "creak", and the Zen door was opened. A man walked in, holding a tray in her hand, she seemed to smell the fragrance, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva, her eyes glanced away, and found that there were still some bandaged drugs in the plate, her feet moved unconsciously, with the help of weak hands, her body consciously moved forward with difficulty, and then watched the man walk towards her step by step.

"You ······"

"You ······"

The two of them spoke together, and closed their mouths together in tacit understanding, but they never said a word again. They were humble to each other, as if whoever said first was not humble, but the two of them looked at each other, trying to see something in each other's eyes, but they couldn't see anything.

"Gollum--" Her stomach rang again, and the mood in her eyes changed, and she looked so evasive that she didn't even look at him. She unconsciously lowered her head and only played with her own hands, trying to ease the embarrassment. But her red ears exposed her, causing the man to unconsciously smile in his eyes, but the woman couldn't see it.

The man looked at the woman's awkwardness, and opened his mouth appropriately, "Let's eat first, it's getting cold!" ”

"Hmm!" The woman didn't want to be embarrassed, but filling her stomach was the most important thing, so she raised her head and looked at the fragrant porridge.

The man took the porridge and handed it to the woman, she was about to take it happily, but she almost spilled the whole bowl with a soft hand, but fortunately the man was quick and quick, so as not to waste the food, and most importantly, not to spill her.

Her brain turned, she couldn't hold it in her hands, she couldn't walk on her feet, what could she do?

Suddenly, there was a thick aroma on the tip of her nose, and she inhaled it hard, just enjoying it.

"Open your mouth!" There was a nice voice in her ear, and she came back to her senses to find that he had scooped a spoonful of porridge and was resting on her lips.

Her body reacted faster than her brain, she obediently opened her mouth, a spoonful of delicious food instantly in her mouth, a delicious taste melted in her lips and teeth, and she couldn't help but sigh.