"I like them a lot."

Lan Suiyou repeated this sentence, with a face full of show off and pride, and said: "Whether it is the old way, or my teacher, the evil sister, the smoke is also, Jingzi is also, Zashiki, Mi Peier, Banyuehui, Iriefinite, Zhixinghori, Yanyanluo, Benten, Qingxingdeng, by the way, there is also the temple elder you." ”

"And me?" The temple elder's face was a little shocked, as if he didn't expect that he would be included.

Maybe it's because most of the characters listed by Lan are girls, so he always feels a little weird when he appears.

"Ah, of course."

Lan Sui smiled, and the wine glass in his hand swayed slightly, following his movements. Lan Sui looked at the bright moon in the sky, and how many poems echoed in his mind one by one.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

If you want to go to the sky, you will leave home and see the moon twice.

In the Ming Dynasty, you should see Longtoumei.

No matter what the world, no matter where it is, the bright moon in the sky never changes. But who can tell if my heart is full of sorrow?

"I'm a homeless person, or I was born into this world without a home." Looking down at the reflection of the bright moon in the wine glass, Lan drank it dry in one gulp.

"However, I was lucky to meet the old way. Although I had been displaced for a few years, the old man still gave me a home with the best of his ability.

I was very rude to call him old-fashioned, and I was not able to cook any good dishes for him to eat, let alone think about beating his back. But he still looked at me with a smile and rubbed my head whenever I was in a daze. ”

Taking a breath, Lan Sui didn't know if he had drunk too much wine, or because the bright moon was too bright tonight. He seemed to have a lot to say.

"Lao Dao is still dead after all."

"People, very strong, but also very vulnerable. Speaking of being strong, it seems that all the difficulties in the world can be knocked down, and a dawn road can be fought out from the sea of swords and blood.

But when you become vulnerable, just one emotion can crush you.

Of course, I'm lucky, or sometimes that's how life works. It's always a surprise when you don't expect it, and it's as if you suddenly broke into my world. I came in without even taking off my shoes, which caught me off guard. ”

"Isn't that rude." The temple elder said with a smile.

"It's pretty rude!"

After saying that, both of them laughed out loud.

Lan Suiwei poured more wine for the temple elder and himself, took a sip, and said: "But you, you wicked guests are inadvertently making my Taoist temple lively. Let me spend every day in the hustle and bustle.

I have to entertain you with good food and wine, and I have to accompany you with all my heart.

It's ......."

After drinking a sip of wine, Lan Sui seemed to be finally drunk, and threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground.

"It's troublesome to death~"

After finishing speaking, after a few seconds of silence, there was a snoring sound that shook the sky. The temple elder looked at the wine glass in his hand and was silent, as if he was looking at his various pasts, girls, wicked people, Buddha statues, and the four little demons he had saved when he was wandering.

"When did I actually have someone who cares about me?"

I thought I had let go of everything, but in the end I didn't let go of anything. All kinds of things in the world make people feel that their emotions are superfluous things in this oven of heaven and earth, but it is this superfluous thing that makes people feel that I am still alive.

The dream became fragments, and the temple elder woke up from the dream.

The temple is still a temple, and Monk Yifeng clasped his hands together and looked at the temple elder with a warm smile.

"Donor, have you ever put it down?" He asked.

"Don't put it down." She replied.

As she spoke, she picked up the potato roast meat in front of her, and said with a smile: "I still have to serve it!" ”

"Good, good!"

Monk Yifeng was full of joy at this time.

The temple elder also laughed together, and the ghosts on his body shook open instantly, and the sea of blood and skeletons disappeared. Sunlight slipped in through the window, and a faint dust floated slowly. A golden butterfly flapped its wings and flew in front of the old man, following an irregular route and finally stopping in the hands of the Buddha statue.

"Thank you, Master."

"In the end, fate will still fall on the donor, and if there is no donor seeking benevolence, the old man will not be able to persuade him."

The temple elder tilted his head, and the direction she was facing was obviously empty, but she seemed to be sure that he was there, paying attention to her movements.

It's a pity that this one disappointed him after all.

Since at the beginning, it was said that it was a good test of Dharma cultivation, not some means of attack, then in terms of Dharma cultivation, it was considered a defeat.

I guess I'll see him very distressed, but there's no way around it.

With a smile, the temple elder was about to put away this Buddhist temple, and at the same time said to the monk Yifeng: "If you want to compete in this competition, it is the master that you ......."

"In this competition, you won."

Before the old words of the temple were finished, they were preemptively said by the monk Yifeng.

The old man of the temple was stunned for a moment, and was about to put away the hand of the Buddhist temple for a moment, when he looked at the monk Yifeng suspiciously, and asked: "I don't know why the master has such a statement, according to our previous conclusion, shouldn't you win?" ”

Monk Yifeng clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said with a smile: "However, Dongying Buddhism needs poor monks to lose this game. ”

"What, how do you say that?" The temple elder didn't understand.

"If the poor monk doesn't lose, Dongying Buddhism can't win." The temple elder looked up at the sky above the sky, sighed leisurely and said, "Buddhism, which seems to be the dominant family in Dongying, will naturally not have any problems in peacetime.

However, it is no longer the time when you can spend your days leisurely. They have been on the path of self-cultivation for too long, and the Buddhist temple and the land used to be their pure land, but this pure land can no longer support them through the next few years.

It was not that none of them were aware of this, but the appearance of the poor monk seemed to give them hope.

Monk Yifeng can, and so can I.

I don't know when they started having such delusions. I still stubbornly believe that I can survive this catastrophe as long as I follow my previous practice.

But the poor monk knew that this would not work.

Therefore, the poor monk can only lose. ”

At this moment, Monk Yifeng's smile was already a little bitter, and he lowered his head and said, "Please let the poor monk lose this one." ”

The temple elder was stunned, he looked at the monk in front of him and didn't know what to say, or what else to say.

The Buddha is the enlightened one.

Generally, there are three realms, realization, self-awareness, and perfection.

Monk Yifeng is already standing on the realm of Jue Him. The first awakening temple is old, and then the awakening of Dongying Buddhism, it seems that there is no big deal. But he is exchanging his reputation for it.

The temple elder can even imagine how the Dongying Buddhism will treat him badly after Monk Yifeng lost this while. It's easy to lift a man up to the sky, and it's easy to throw him to the ground.

Otherwise, there would not be a wall pushing down the crowd and saying such words.

A virtuous master may be able to stand out from all living beings in this world.

However, this is also his own choice, or what can the temple elder say in the face of such a choice?

"Poor Ni knows."