Even if Fang La is a generation of heroes, or she is still sad about the beauty, the figure of her junior sister comes to mind, and she will think that she saw her junior sister as a girl at the beginning. I never thought of seeing each other again, but I was so smart, my appearance was comparable to the appearance of a flower and the moon, and the elegant temperament on my body, every smile touched his heart.

Fang La thought of his junior sister's figure, his heart was a little sweet, but also a little helpless, he knew that his junior sister had no feelings for him, she was just obeying her parents' orders. If she is given a chance to choose again, she will inevitably leave this place.

Which hero can really pass the beauty level?

Recalling the past, when I saw my sister's smile like a spring breeze, she smiled, and her gestures attracted Fang La. Although the junior sister was still young at that time, she never thought about anything, until she gradually grew up, only to find that the little junior sister who used to get along day and night was so beautiful and moving.

Since the master asked her to marry her senior brother, Fang La no longer saw her smile, her brows were tightly locked, and there was always a kind of sadness on her face that could not be dissolved. However, she did not object to this marriage, and still agreed, which caught Fang La off guard.

Until he saw his junior sister playing the piano alone, the helpless look on his face did not have any joy or sorrow, and he already understood in his heart that his junior sister did not mean anything to him, but simply regarded himself as a brother. However, Fang La can't forget her and has a deep attachment to her.

Yunxin Temple is the land of Buddhism, and after Master Fangzheng received the pilgrims, he saw the bitterness on Fang La's face, and sighed in his heart. He was originally the protector of the previous sect leader, and he has known Fang La since he was a child, and he can be regarded as Fang La's guide, knowing Fang La's deep pain in his heart.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Buddha nature is always pure, where there is dust! The heart is a Bodhi tree, and it is a mirror platform. The mirror is clean, where is the dust! Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust! Bodhi only seeks from the heart, why bother to seek the mystery from the outside? I heard that according to this practice, the West is only for now! ”

"Master Founder!" Zhao Ji and Zhao Ru turned around to look, only to see Master Fangzheng chanting the Buddha with his hands together and walking over slowly.

Master Fang Zheng nodded slightly, and recited the Buddha's name: "The body is born from nothingness, as if it is an illusion of images." The illusory mind has no original consciousness, and the sins and blessings are all empty and have no place to live. ”

Fang La nodded and said, "Thank you for your advice!" ”

Master Fang Zheng said: "Sect Master, you still haven't seen the red dust all these years. Now, the old man has taken refuge in my Buddha, and there is no distraction, but although the head of the sect is the master of a religion, it is normal that some things can be powerless. ”

He is the host of Yunxin Temple, and the protector of Manichaeism, and Fang La is his big friend who plays together. Master Fang Zheng saw through the past of Hongchen, and also persuaded Fang La to let go of the obsession in his heart, and it was very difficult to win the heart of the saint.

The only daughter of the former sect leader, she has been smart and clever since she was a child, and she has read poetry and books, she is a talented woman of a generation, and she is resourceful and a military advisor in the church. This is also the meaning of the previous sect leader and his wife, let Fang La take over the position of the sect leader and marry his only daughter as his wife, so as to magnify the religion.

Fang Zheng's words were to make Fang La give up the idea of winning favor, no matter what he did, it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Holy Maiden, and he would only treat it indifferently. He also knew that he hadn't seen the smile of the saint for many years, everything was that marriage contract, but as a Manichaean saint, she was not allowed to apostasy for the rest of her life, nor was she allowed to marry, but only to marry the master, which was the rule of the religion.

Master Fang Zheng really didn't understand emotional matters, and the only thing he could do was to appease Fang La and calm him down. Zhao Ji and Zhao seemed to see that Master Fang Zheng said a bunch of words that they didn't understand, and they didn't know what he meant, but they saw that Fang La, who was still sad before, had a sad face, and they were relieved to return to the sect leader who was not shocked in the past.

Because Yunxin Temple is the land of Buddhism, it is forbidden to drink alcohol and eat meat, so Fang La took Zhao Ji and Zhao Qi out of the temple and came directly to the bottom of the mountain. Moreover, Fang La personally ordered his followers to bring a few jars of wine up the mountain, and then sat in the pavilion with Zhao Ji and Zhao Ru and waited quietly.

Two hours later, the congregation brought up four jars of wine, and then went down the mountain, telling them not to worry. The men obeyed the command and returned to the altar. Everyone immediately stepped forward to ask, and they also told the truth, and everyone was puzzled when they heard it: "The sect leader and the two of them, as well as the left protector, have a good drink?" ”

Master Fangzheng didn't want to stay longer, but Zhao seemed to pull him together and sit down, and the four of them sat together, and found a remote place that no one knew about, and drank to their heart's content. During the banquet, Zhao seemed to laugh at Master Fangzheng through wine, just because he was a monk and was not allowed to drink.

However, when he smelled the aroma of wine, he still couldn't bear the wine worm in his heart, so he threw away the tea in the cup, poured a bowl of wine directly, and drank it with Zhao Yi and others. Zhao Ji saw that Master Fangzheng was really drinking, but he had broken the precepts, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Master, my brother's words don't have to be taken to heart!" ”

"Second brother, you're too worried." Fang La smiled slightly, saw Zhao Ji tilt his head in surprise, and heard him continue: "The amount of alcohol of the Zuo Protector is also one of the best in the sect master, I think they were all good drinkers back then. It was only because of a drinking mistake that he accidentally injured his brother that he became a monk, and he has not been drinking since then, even if I was invited, he refused. ”

The third brother was a little reckless in his words, but he was telling the truth. Wine is in the cup, how can you not drink it? The left protector raised a glass and drank with the third brother, which really gave enough face. The people in the rivers and lakes will solve it in the way of the rivers and lakes, so it's okay! ”

Zhao Ji nodded suddenly, looked at Zhao Ru and Master Fangzheng drinking together, and thought, "I'm afraid that this is the master apologizing in his way!" ”

So, all four of them were drunk, but Zhao Ji was still sober. Fang Lana borrowed wine to drown his sorrows, and kept drinking stuffy wine, but Zhao Ji did not persuade him, so he let him drink well; Zhao Bi and Master Fangzheng were fighting wine, and the two of them who had some gaps before were also like best friends, which made Zhao Ji cry and laugh.

Zhao Ji staggered and stood up, only to feel that the sky was spinning dimly, top-heavy, and saw the three of them fall asleep directly on the ground. At this time, the bonfire is still burning, and the chill on the body is slightly dispelled. When night fell, the dense fog surrounded him, even the flames gradually became smaller, and the road under his feet was even more difficult to see, not to mention that Zhao Ji had also drunk a lot, and his head was a little dizzy.

Zhao Ji finally carried the three of them to the cave, and the whole person was a lot more sober, covered in sweat. Then, he walked out of the cave alone, and in front of him was a white fog, and he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly, the fog was heavy, and his body was a little wet.

He couldn't help but chant: "The bright moon is shrouded in light mist, so it's good to go to Lang's side tonight." Socks step incense steps, hand gold shoes. See you on the south side of the painting hall, and you have always been trembling. It is difficult for the slave to come out, and the king is merciful. ”