Syllable! The teacup fell to the ground.

"Gone? What does it mean to be missing? Yang Fan asked with a roar. Facing Yang Fan's questioning, Luo Yifei didn't know what to do. He could only explain weakly: "When I met a wave of mountain bandits in the mountains, I was seriously injured and rescued by the monks who had just passed through the Wannian Temple. I couldn't move, so I lay down in the temple for a month, and when I could get up, I asked the monks on the mountain, and they said that it was inconvenient for Su'er to live in the temple, so they arranged for a peasant woman's house in the mountain. When I looked for it, the woman said that she had stayed for two days and was gone. I asked her if she had left any letters, and none of them had been left. ”

Yang Fan's eyes were a little red, and he asked, "Aren't you going to look for it?" ”

Even if Luo Yifei was caught up in Beiwudang, he didn't leave a single tear, but at this time, his eyes were red and he said: "I've found it, I've searched the entire Emei Mountain, and everyone who can ask has asked it, but there is no news." I was seriously injured and had not recovered, so I had to come to Qingyang Palace to ask my fellow disciples for help, but there was still no news. ”

Bai Mei saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly said to the mud: "It's no wonder that this thing is flying." The monk of Qingyang Palace, since the succession of Uncle Bu, has not received the second one, in other words, now in Qingyang Palace, except for Yang Xiaoyou, only Yifei is a monk. There are few people and lonely people, so it is naturally difficult to find out the news of that girl. ”

Yang Fan glared angrily and said, "Dao Chief's words, is it to blame the master for not continuing the inheritance, or to blame me, who is an apprentice, to let my sister ask for help from a Qingyang Palace that even has problems with self-protection?" ”

"I don't mean that." The white-eyed old man knew that Yang Fan was angry at this time, so he naturally wouldn't worry much about him. Yang Fan turned his head and said, "Is there any injury?" ”

"Alright."

Yang Fan said with anger on his face: "It's gone." It's a man, just follow me to find someone! ”

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The twilight drums of the Jokhang Temple are beating. The white-clothed monk of the back mountain walked out of the cave and picked up a razor. Said: "A dream of life, white clouds and dogs, wrong and wrong, right and right, grievances and grievances, in the end, the sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without a trace, and the abandoners are just a little obsession." How's that, have you figured it out? ”

The white-robed monk kindly stroked his top. Said: "If you can't see enough, you can go down the mountain again." Look at the red dust, wash all the lead, and it's not too late to come up again. ”

The woman shook her head and muttered: "The people who watched saw it, the disciple is dedicated to the Buddha, and the master can make an exception to enter the Buddha without disagreeing with the identity of the Taoist sect and the woman, and just want to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha." Talk about the rest of your life. ”

"A thought of flowers blooming, a thought of flowers falling, this world of mountains and rivers is far away, after all, you have to go on your own." The razor scraped again and again. "If you really haven't figured it out, don't go down the mountain. Naturally, someone will come and enlighten you. ”

Wang Su'er shook her head, her eyes fluttering and recovering her delicate appearance. A wisp of green silk fell, "At the beginning, my father taught Confucianism. Mr. Hou Su favored him, and he knew morality. Now you can escape into the empty door. Cutting off three thousand troubles is not in vain. ”

The razor continued, but the white-clothed monk scolded: "What kind of bastard words. If you don't know how to live, even if you are a great Confucian, you are a real person, and you are a high monk, what if you are a monk? I don't understand, everything is a floating cloud. ”

"The Buddha said, three thousand prosperous, a snap of a finger. It's just this snap of a finger, I and other sentient beings have to grasp it, otherwise a hundred years, the loess is a pluck, and I don't know what I did, it's a pity, isn't it? ”

Wang Su'er nodded yes, tears swayed, and said: "In this life, I don't love the glitz of the world, don't write about the chaos of the red dust, don't sigh the sadness of the world, and don't cause feelings and grievances." Watch the flowers bloom and wait for them to fall. ”

Wait for the flowers to fall, and the flocculent will wither.

The white-clothed monk's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "If you can really see through, it is enough to live to die." ”

Wang Su'er clasped her hands together and bowed slightly. In the distance, the old monk Buddha numbered, changed out of the sweaty monk's robe, glanced at the bottom of the mountain, and said, "Visitor." ”

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Yang Fan walked very fast, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims on Mount Emei, almost dusk, and it was still so bustling.

In front of the mountain gate, the old monk and the host stood side by side, looking at Yang Fan who came up the mountain, the old monk smiled knowingly, "Amitabha." The tone is like a Buddhist chant. The shadows of the trees on both sides of the mountain road are emerging, and the three ravines on the forehead of the old monk are particularly obvious, and the welcoming monks and monks make a salute. The old monk walked slowly with steady steps.

"This donor, Luo Xiaoyou, don't come unharmed."

Yang Fan returned the salute, then looked at the old monk, and said vigilantly: "Master, the woman who came with Yifei a month ago, I don't know where she went?" He suppressed the anger in his heart, and spoke very coldly, as if he was questioning.

"Amitabha, Miss Wang went to find a way to survive, and she just returned to Wannian Temple two days ago." The old monk lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "However, she doesn't seem to want to see Luo Xiaoyou." ”

Hearing that Wang Su'er was back, Yang Fan frowned and hurriedly asked, "Is she ...... Is she okay? Please take me to meet her quickly. I'm his older brother. ”

The old monk shook his head.

"Is she bad? Master, please let me meet her. ”

The old monk looked calm and said, "But she doesn't want to see the donor." ”

Yang Fan stood at the mountain gate, and the old monk walked over slowly, holding Yang Fan's wrist. The twilight reflected on the old monk's dry face, and he looked at Yang Fan a little tiredly, "Some people, it's better not to see each other." ”

"I just want to see her and see if she's okay."

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "If it's okay, how can you avoid it?" Lord Yang, it's time to let go. Miss Wang has her own way of life, if you insist on seeing each other again, it will only add sadness. ”

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, thinking about how this stubborn girl could let him see that he was terminally ill. She must be a fool who wants to do this, sleep like this, and don't want to see her in this life. Yang Fan shook his head self-deprecatingly, lamenting that he was still trying to save the world, and he couldn't even save a girl.

"Let go of your worries." The old monk's eyes were full of kindness, "Good to her, good to you." ”

The chanting in the temple continues, resounding throughout the Wannian Temple. The old monk put a string of hand beads on Yang Fan's left hand and said, "You come with the old monk, since you want to see it, then you can only look at it, and don't have any other thoughts." ”

"Hongkong, take a flying donor to eat the food first. Lao Wei and Yang Shi have something to talk about. ”

"No, I'm not relieved until I see Su'er." Luo Yifei followed Yang Fan and refused to leave.

The old monk patted his forehead and laughed at himself: "That's right, this Wang girl's heart knot is indeed better to untie, confused." Oh yes. Master Yang, there is a grand ritual to be done in the temple in a few days, I hope you can stay and watch, I believe it will also benefit you a lot. The old monk spoke more and more respectfully. (To be continued......)