Half a day later, Jinshan Temple arrived.

Getting off the carriage, looking around, sure enough, there was a tide of pilgrims and believers, monks chanting Zen, and the incense was very vigorous.

"Wow, that's a lot of people!" Tang Wanrong tiptoed slightly, stretched out her beautiful and slender snow neck like a white swan's neck, looked at the tide of good men and women, and shouted excitedly, sweeping away the sleepiness in the carriage just now.

Xu Xian showed some smiles and nodded, "There are indeed a lot of people." ”

"Hee-hee, let's go up quickly!" Tang Wanrong shouted with a smile, grabbed Xu Xian's hand, and with a brisk foot, he pulled Xu Xian into the flow of people climbing the stone steps.

Suddenly grabbed by a soft and boneless, tender and delicate little hand, Xu Xianru was shocked, and his whole body couldn't help but stiffen, and in a trance, he had been pulled up several stone steps by Tang Wanrong.

And Tang Wanrong didn't seem to be aware of it, as if she was really just holding the hand of her friend of the same sex.

Xu Xian came back to his senses and looked at the slender figure of Tang Wanrong who was holding his hand in front of him, and his firm heart turned into a finger twist at this moment.

He couldn't help but hold Tang Wanrong's soft thorn with his backhand, sped up two or three steps, and walked side by side with Tang Wanrong.

Tang Wanrong felt Xu Xian grab her little hand in turn, and subconsciously shrank back, but Xu Xian grabbed it tightly, and she finally didn't withdraw her jade hand.

She felt that her heart was like a deer, and her pretty face was hot, and she thought that her face must be very red and red, so she deliberately pinned her face to the other side and pretended to look at the scenery.

"He took my hand in turn, did he know that I was a daughter? Or does he still just think of me as a good friend? ”

She thought uneasily in her heart, suffering from gains and losses.

So, she couldn't help but secretly turn her head and peek at Xu Xian out of the corner of her eye.

When she saw Xu Xian's eyes not squinting, and her waist was straight and she was walking up the stairs step by step, without any abnormality, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of loss immediately rose in her heart.

"He didn't know that I was a daughter, he just regarded me as a good friend." She felt a little resentful in her heart.

Xu Xian walked without squinting, not because he was pretending, but because he was fighting fiercely in his heart.

The jade man is by his side, and he is holding hands, and the Yiren is still nowhere to be found, and he has not yet met, how should he choose?

Along the way, Xu Xian and Tang Wanrong didn't speak because of their hearts, the two held hands and walked from the foot of the mountain to the gate of Jinshan Temple.

Letting go of Tang Wanrong's little hand, Xu Xian asked, "Are you tired?" Climb such a long stone staircase. ”

"Not tired!" Tang Wanrong immediately shook her head lightly, she faced Xu Xian, her pretty face was slightly tilted, and her eyes fell on Xu Xian's handsome face.

Xu Xian couldn't stand Tang Wanrong's gaze, pretended to turn his head and glanced at the hot stamping plaque hanging high in Jinshan Temple, then turned his head and said, "I don't believe in the Shi family, so I won't enter the temple." You go in and play or make incense, and I'll be there to enjoy the scenery. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a landscape near the mountain behind the Jinshan Temple, where the flowers and trees were lush and relatively clean.

He himself has no good impression of Jinshan Temple, and his heart is complicated at the moment, and he is not in the mood to enter Jinshan Temple.

"Good. I'll look for you after I'm done with incense. Tang Wanrong responded.

She also felt that the atmosphere was a little unnatural now, and she needed to be separated for a while.

Besides, she went in to offer incense, and the things she prayed for were embarrassed that Xu Xian was beside her.

"Come in, I'll watch you." Xu Xian's tone was soft and authentic.

Tang Wanrong's pretty face suddenly showed a smile, and she turned around and walked towards the temple gate.

When she was about to cross the threshold, she glanced back and saw that Xu Xian was still standing in place to see her, she couldn't help but smile happily, raised her little white hand and waved it at Xu Xian, and then finally entered the Jinshan Temple.

Xu Xian looked at Tang Wanrong and smiled, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and he waved his hand at Tang Wanrong in response.

After Tang Wanrong's shadow disappeared into the Jinshan Temple, Xu Xian retracted his gaze and turned to walk towards the flowers and trees he was pointing to just now.

His whole person was a little trance, and the fragments of "The Legend of the New White Lady" kept coming to his mind, Bai Suzhen looked back and smiled, Xiaoqing's loyalty, Fahai's hateful face, and Xu Xian's hateful weakness.

"If it is really a thousand years of creation, you and I will meet in the future."

He walked strolling, muttering to himself, unconsciously coming to the place of flowers and trees.

It was very quiet, very different from the crowd in front of the temple gate, and Xu Xian enjoyed it a little.

At this time, there was a loud woman's mountain song at the foot of the mountain, and it was not clear what was singing, but it was very good, like a lark singing, which made him a little distracted.

"Little second brother, what a look!"

Suddenly, an old voice full of energy came, Xu Xian suddenly came back to his senses, turned around along the sound, and saw that there was an old monk beside him at some point.

The old monk was fat and fat, dressed in an ordinary gray-white monk's robe, with white hair and hair, and a large bare head with nine ring scars.

"It turned out to be the old master, and he was disrespectful." Xu Xian politely bowed his hand.

"Well said, well said." The old monk clasped his palms together and said slightly, "Let me ask you, is the song of the daughter's family that came up from the mountain good?" ”

Xu Xian nodded: "It's good." ”

"There is still the best sound in the world," the old monk smiled, "you don't know, do you?" ”

Xu Xian subconsciously asked, "What sound?" ”

"The lion roars in the evening drum and morning bell." The old monk said.

When Xu Xian heard this, he felt a little familiar with this dialogue scene, and suddenly understood that the old monk in front of him was Fahai!

At this time, Fahai had already folded his palms together again and called the Buddha: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

The sound is grand, echoing in the mountains and forests, and it is terrifying.

"So you're Fahai!" Xu Xian shouted a little out of shape.

Fahai was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect his law name to be broken by Xu Xian: "It turns out that you know Lao Gao." ”

"Old monk, your lion's roar is good, but the words of the sages are the sound of heaven and earth." Xu Xian fought back.

At the end, he solemnly introduced himself: "The Confucian disciple Xu Xian has seen Fahai preside. ”

Fahai was not surprised that Xu Xian was a Confucian disciple, he had already seen at a glance that Xu Xian had a faint layer of heroic aura.

Seeing that his lion's roar did not frighten Xu Xian, he had no choice but to say: "Although the words of the Confucian sages are good, they can only educate people. Little brother, you have a spiritual light on your head, and your wisdom is extraordinary, why don't you enter my Buddhism to seek wisdom and purity, and in the future, you will cross people and cross the world, make great merits, and achieve fruit? “

"You monks don't give birth, and you still need us ordinary people to provide for help, what do you use to cross people and cross the world?" Xu Xian couldn't help but sneered, "We Confucians take it as our responsibility to educate the common people in the world, the poor are good to themselves, and the good are good to the world, who is high and who is low, it is clear at a glance." ”

"The Tao is different, not the same. Old monk, please. ”