The path lined with bluestones is very winding, crawling left and right with blades of grass stained with early spring dewdrops, and at the end of the path is an arched stone gate, and the walls on the left and right sides are dyed with vermilion lacquer, which looks a little solemn.

Climb the stairs and go inside, there is a simple courtyard, and the inner wall is covered with many murals about the Great Day Nyorai.

At the four corners of the courtyard stand gray stone shrines, which do not enshrine Buddha statues, but only a few incense sticks of burning money upside down.

In the main hall of the courtyard, there are several pampa mats, and a woman in pink clothes sits on the middle mat, and a monk with closed eyes sits on the couch.

He meditated quietly without moving, his knees flat on the mat, and the monk with his eyes closed was the owner of the small courtyard.

I don't open my eyes because my eyes are already broken, and I was born like this.

Perhaps because the Buddha nature is very good, God is jealous, and his eyes will be blind, and at the same time, he has realized many Buddhist truths, and since then, he has been indifferent to his nature, and he only wants to be able to preach and help the world.

"Long time no see!"

A woman's voice rang out in the main hall, breaking the silence. The pink dress looks glamorous and moving, sitting on the side of the puff cushion, although the are half-old, the charm is still there.

The person who greeted him was called Gongsun Fu, a sword dancer, whether in the rivers and lakes or in the market, he enjoyed a recognized name, Gongsun Auntie.

At the time of the Eight Immortals, the sword danced in front of the pavilion under the bridge to cheer for the princess who protected the country.

Her motivation for going there should also start here.

"Long time gone!"

The closed-eyed monk's faint response was as calm as usual, and it was also like a familiar tone when the old people met.

The two were originally old acquaintances and once loved each other, but in the end it became a situation where they protected each other, and it seems that this situation has gradually become a little blurred with time, no different from a winter window.

"Princess, I've seen it! It's no different, it's just that it's very young and nice compared to the average woman. ”

Aunt Gongsun gave her own evaluation, even so, but I still feel that the princess of the protector is indeed extraordinary, is this also the destiny of heaven?

Besides, does Destiny really exist? This kind of nothing-sounding thing is as nihilistic and unrealistic as the immortality that men chase all day long.

"That's good, I'd like to see you when I have a chance! After all, if you observe carefully, you can distinguish between good and bad, and the future fortune is related to the prosperity of Datang! ”

The closed-eyed monk's voice was very faint, calmly narrating, as if carrying a sense of mission, and then as if thinking of something, he picked up a letter from the side and slowly handed it forward.

"What is this?"

Leaning sideways, he looked at the unopened letter and examined it puzzled.

"He Gong's farewell letter."

The answer was simple and simple, and the voice was still very faint and incredible.

But the woman was very annoyed by this, because the monk did not understand humor, and threw the envelope back fiercely.

The envelope clicked and fell to the ground, and the voice seemed a little lonely.

The man in front of her was the one she once loved, and now she no longer has the impulse of her youth.

"Angry?"

Faced with a question that was neither salty nor light, Aunt Gongsun stood up, straightened her sleeves, and grabbed the double swords placed next to the dining table.

"In a while, Aunt Ben will also leave Chang'an, so I'm here to reminisce about the past!"

Although she pretended not to care, she still took a heavy bite with emotion on the word 'old', but no matter how angry she was, the monk in front of her would not be moved, and would only maintain a sculpture-like expression, and she would say 'take care' and then there would be no expression, she thought in her heart.

"Take care!"

The flat voice sounded like a bowl of clear water porridge as expected, Aunt Gongsun smiled self-deprecatingly, as she guessed in her heart, there was no sincerity at all, and she was extremely boring.

He walked to the door, stopped, and suddenly looked back, and his fierce eyes dimmed for a moment, and immediately returned to their original state.

Silent thought in my heart, goodbye.

This is away from Chang'an, and there is no return.

Retracted his gaze, resolutely left this pure to lonely courtyard, people are old and yellow, what to pray for, the sword dancer is old, things are not people, but the edge of the sword is still the same.

Throwing a sword in the middle of the courtyard, no one can tell whether love is right or wrong.

The sword-thrower never returned, and neither did the master of the courtyard draw his sword. The long sword inserted into the stone slab in the courtyard didn't seem to exist, but it actually existed.

Later, the closed-eyed monk also left Chang'an, east to Japan, when the end of the world, this sword has been inserted in the courtyard did not grow old, until a thousand years later, it became an inexplicable rumor in the Great Ci'en Temple.

At the same time, at the gate of the temple, the little boiled egg who was sweeping the floor with a broom in the breeze sighed helplessly, because there was such a thing as hijacking, which made him grounded for three years, which is really a great sadness, Journey to the West, I really want to continue to listen to it.

It is not the master who wants him to be grounded, but the senior brother, and he can only go out after his own Pure Heart Sutra is completed, regarding the two aspects of unloading and exerting force, to be Dacheng, he must practice for seven or eight years, and it is painful enough to be grounded for three years, how can he become a pure heart Sutra.

While complaining and sweeping the floor, in the past few days, Ji Xuan and Lingyun, who stayed in the princess's mansion, have come to visit him, so they can feel more at ease.

Fortunately, the princess is capable and can save her good friend, otherwise she really can't face herself, and if she is more powerful at that time, she will not be captured by a group of people.

The broom carried away the dust on the ground, and a pink shadow also appeared in the view, and when I looked up, it was a woman who had left in a hurry, with a resolute expression on her face, and she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

continued to bury his head in sweeping the floor, but he didn't know when the confused master appeared beside him, Xiao Lu Dan sensed the existence of the master, looked at the situation, and found that today's master was a little different.

It seemed that he saw the departing figure, shaking his head with regret, and then he became confused, pretending to look ahead in a daze.

"Master, who is that person?"

Xiao Lu Dan stopped sweeping the floor and asked.

"Someone who won't come back!"

After the question was raised for a long time, the old fool replied very meaningfully, without the slightest confusion.

"Master's acquaintance?"

Xiao Ludan became curious and wanted to find out, and when the master was confused, he could often find out some of the master's secrets.

But Jingxu didn't know that the so-called confusion was just the realm after the abbot of the enlightened world had an epiphany.

Facing the little apprentice who kept asking questions, he first touched the smooth little boiled egg, then gently knocked Jingxu's head melon seeds, and then said in a confused manner.

"It's your uncle's acquaintance!"