As soon as Tong Xiao stepped out with his sword, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, offending this time, it was only three things.

He pecked at a cup of tea, his fingers "clanged", and the steaming tea poured on the table, steam him in the face. He clutched his stomach, and time came to an abrupt halt, his lips and teeth bloody.

When will he be able to make a end and die? No regrets......

He got rid of the yellowed tea leaves on his fingers, and the ring on his little finger was still glowing with a faint blue flame, reflecting his smooth and full heavenly court, but his fingers were slightly hot and red, and he didn't notice it. He got up from the smooth lines of the Huanghuali four-headed official hat chair, the attic room was beautifully furnished, the furnishings were orderly, and the aroma of rosewood infected his nose.

So far, what is left of him? His eyes were indifferent, and his feet stepped out of the ......

The black hair is flowing, the handsome face, a glimpse, and the swallow is startled.

An attic came out of the pavilion and bumped into his body, Mo Yan glanced back, and there was a volume of "Spring Palace Map" on the ground. The man looked surprised, froze in place, and kept saying, "I'm sorry ......"

Mo Yan was also stunned for a moment, there was such a filthy thing in this Buddha Pavilion, so he said, "Just burn it." Quietly showed it a tooth card.

It didn't take long for Mo Yan to go to the nearest toilet and vomit for a while, before he came out, and the person who went in said: "There is blood ......" made the people confused, could it be that it is not hemorrhoids?

Mo Yan blushed, this is not the first time, sighed, and said heartily: "Well, my brother has had hemorrhoids for more than nine years."

"Oh, I'm too young to see it...... Pay more attention to health, avoid spicy, avoid sitting for a long time, and actively participate in exercise. Develop the habit of regular bowel movements, prevent constipation, correct poor eating habits, increase foods high in fiber, and avoid ...... Pay attention to keeping the lower body warm, self-massage, sitz bath, etc. The old man replied.

Mo Yan replied solemnly, "Hmm." ”

"Pavilion Master, Wu Wuqing is here." A small road.

"Got it." Mo Yan said.

"Is there anything else you can command?" The little guy stopped under the porch and asked.

"Don't reveal my identity, in front of anyone else." Mo Yan turned around and said.

"Yes." The little guy replied.

Wu Wuqing joined hands with Ye Feng to stop at the Buddha Pavilion and worship the Buddha and pray.

Wu Wuqing was in front, Ye Feng stopped, and the Buddha's golden ears were copper, very solemn.

Wu Wuqing's white coat fell to the ground, kneeling on the Zen mat, Ye Fengzhu secretly glanced at his cheeks, his face was still cold, his eyebrows were exquisite, and the sword eyebrows were rough but powerful outlining another unique taste, revealing an extraordinary heroic spirit, and his eyes were flowing gently. Wu Wuqing suddenly stretched out his hand and rested it on the back of Ye Feng's stunned hand, which made Ye Feng's cheeks flush slightly, and his heartbeat accelerated...... She could hear it clearly, like a beating wooden fish, crisp and pleasant.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk......

The bell outside the temple rang for a moment.

His cheeks were slightly closer, his breath was like a rock, calm and undisturbed, his face clearly appeared in front of her, Ye Feng stopped holding his breath and concentrating, flustered his hands and feet, and his heart was beating wildly. He was indifferent and handsome, and the smile between his eyebrows pierced her heart like a ray of sunshine in winter, close to him, and the air was immersed in his unique sadness and expectation.

"Wu Wuqing, let it go......" Ye Feng stopped shyly and said softly, at this time he was holding her hand and not letting go. The nun next to her, who had a wooden fish, had a solemn face, and she was looking at her, which made her ashamed.

"Sifan, what's the point of screaming?" Wu Wuqing stretched out her brows, smiled brightly, with affection and anticipation in her eyes. His eyes were instantly cold and impossible to ignore—for she hesitated for a moment, as if she had stepped into the abyss as soon as she spoke. Then her hand came out of Wu Wuqing's broad palm, and for a moment she felt a cold wind, warm, cold, and sweaty from nervousness and excitement, all of which were insignificant.

Wu Wuqing's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, that anger didn't seem to be angry at her, he let out his anger, no longer pursued, and compromised: "It's okay if you don't read it!" ”

The second Ye Feng hesitated, he had already seen through her mind and guessed the meaning.

Just a scene, he was amorous and self-inflicted, but he had already got the answer, she was going to leave him sooner or later, after all, this was what he had to bear. In that case, what else is he demanding?

He was left alone to grieve ...... For him, how much he compromised, how many scars his heart was crossed.

"Wu Wuqing, I'm sorry......" Ye Feng stopped, lowering his eyes with hidden guilt, the main hall was originally solemn, but instead it was him-pouring water, would she still care about the world's eyes?

The old nun's casual glance made her startled, and she felt uncomfortable, like a thorn growing on her back.

Mo Yan waited outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, watching quietly for a long time, and was sad.

The meaning is profound, stopping for a moment, closing his eyes, lowering his eyes, looking back, pausing, glancing and receiving, all of which are the hesitation in his heart.

Ye Feng stopped turning her head and glanced at it, and saw the black silk hibiscus robe flashing in front of the red lacquered door, and she didn't see the person's face clearly.

Mo Yan took a breath, obviously knowing that Wu Wuqing and Ye Fengzhu might have had a skin-to-skin relationship, but he still had a trace of thought and suffered it to himself. I like her, but I want to fight for a fish to die. I have already witnessed it, in order to avoid being sad again, I will no longer see that "shocking" scene! Nowadays, there is only patience, and rest in peace like the enduring agarwood in the Buddha Pavilion and the incense candles that reach into the sky, the pure water flows for a long time, and the silk smoke curls and shrouds the thick shade.

Mo Yan was immersed in the silent twilight drum, unable to extricate himself. He was the only one left in the Buddha hall now, and he knelt on the meditation mat, as if he could still smell a trace of the fragrance left by the leaf wind, and the sachet full of ice chips, mint and some strange and strange things that he didn't know the name of, so he had to make people sneeze, "Ahhhhhhhh

A smile flickered in his dark eyes, then vanished.

Holding agarwood prayer beads, deep or shallow, are all bitter thoughts.

"Calm down and leave delusions, and beware of holding beads." Mo Yan opened his lips and closed his eyes.

When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, and there is no knowledge of thinking and acting...... Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true. Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para Sangha reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha.

After Mo Yan finished praying, he got up and looked, and saw Ye Feng standing outside the main hall.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you think and act on it." Ye Feng stopped.

"Hmm." Mo Yan replied.

"How can you be enlightened?" Ye Feng stopped speculating.

"Receiving is like a buoy, thinking is like a wild horse, walking is like a plantain, and knowing is an illusion. That's about it. Mo Yan replied, smiling comfortably, covering up the loss and gloom in his heart.

This person seemed to have seen it somewhere, but it seemed familiar, Ye Feng stopped thinking for a while, but he still couldn't remember.

Mo Yan saw her frowning, she knew that she was forgetful again, and secretly smiled in her heart, I don't know whether it was bitter or sweet, just like the rain and dew fountain that flowed back and forth from heaven to earth, Ganlin Chuanze, updated in a timely manner, bringing new opportunities and surprises, as always.

He smiled lightly, feigning composure.

"Donor, do you still have a gap?" Mo Yan said tentatively, and when he walked over, he had already changed into his outfit, like a monk.

"Are you here, the Pavilion Master here?" Ye Feng stopped a little surprised, Fang didn't see it clearly, but now Fang Tan clearly understood.

"This pavilion master is not the other pavilion master!" Mo Yan said, his bright eyes looked at her, as black as ink, and he smiled indifferently, touching his heart.

"Oh, oh!" Ye Feng stopped coming back to his senses, and his face was silently smeared with a layer of redness, like a peach blossom blooming in spring.

"Are you the pavilion master here?" Mo Yan said, "Hmm. Ye Feng stopped, clenched his sword, and his fingertips sweated slightly.

"Buddha Pavilion Master, yes." Mo Yan replied, confused.

"This bead chain is for you, look...... For the sake of being related to the donor. Mo Yan looked at it, "Just now, the donor, you came with a person, right?" That person is a senior brother. ”

Ye Fengzhu carefully took the prayer bead, and there was still the warmth of his hand on it.

"Oh, Wu Wuqing?" Ye Feng stopped and raised his eyes.

"Well," Mo Yan said, "Donor, are you leaving?" Fang Cai asked the donor if he was free?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ye Fengzhu always felt that he was expecting something in his eyes. Looking at his appearance as a decent man and gentleman, there shouldn't be any crooked thoughts, right?

"No, I'm going to stay a little longer." Ye Feng stopped looking back at it, and smiled lightly at the pear vortex, which made people feel refreshed and happy, as if they had drunk a bottle of rose dew. Mo Yan was quietly immersed in it.

"That's good......" Mo Yan lowered his eyes.

"Huh?" Ye Feng stopped in surprise, his fingers loosened, and he was no longer so nervous.

"Oh, nothing." Mo Yan said in a panic, meeting her skeptical gaze.

Sooner or later, she'll find out who he is. He sighed in his heart and muttered.

"This robe...... I seem to have seen the black silk hibiscus clothes somewhere, and the lips of the peach petals. Ye Feng's voice gradually became smaller, Mo Yan was flustered for a while, and her lips pursed lightly, for fear that she would find out.

"Hahaha." Ye Feng stopped covering his mouth and smiled, cautiously raised his eyes to look at Mo Yan, and then paused, silent, and his face turned red. Wasn't he the same boy she met at the pomegranate that had stolen her sachet?

She stared straight at him, trying to see what he was trying to do, what was this man trying to do?