He leaned over to her ear and said in a dumb voice: "Jiang Suihan's original words at the beginning were that it was difficult to conceive an heir, and it was not impossible to conceive...... Why don't you try Jiaojiao with me? ”

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

What to try, this guy is lustful!

She was displeased: "The Buddha Gate is pure, you are very bad." ”

"This is the back mountain, and it is no longer considered a pure place for Buddhism."

Xiao Yi comforted and tilted his head to kiss her little mouth.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly pursed his mouth and turned his head and didn't kiss him.

Xiao Yi looked at her stubborn little appearance and smiled: "If I don't let you go back tonight, do you plan to keep pursing your mouth like this?" ”

"Hmm!"

The girl made a little sound from her throat, like a rabbit.

She resisted him like that......

Xiao Yi's eyes darkened slightly.

He raised his hand and stroked the corners of her mouth: "Don't kiss you, don't sip." ”

Nan Baoyi looked at him hesitantly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he silently let go of his lips.

Wolves howled all around.

Nan Baoyi moved closer to Xiao Yi, always tugging on his wide sleeves: "Let's go back, shall we?" Deep in the mountains and forests, there is no light at all, and I am afraid. ”

As he was talking, a little orange light emerged from the darkness in the distance.

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What is that?" ”

Xiao Yi scared her: "Ghost fire." ”

Nan Baoyi's eyes were wide open, a little nervous, and a little rare.

The orange lights are getting closer.

Nan Baoyi held the hand at the corner of Xiao Yi's sleeve and gradually strengthened.

When she got closer, she saw clearly that the lantern was carried by an old monk who was over the age of six, with a white beard and eyebrows, wearing a robe, and kind eyebrows.

Xiao Yi performed a Buddhist etiquette: "Abbot." ”

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.

The monk who came out to scare people this night turned out to be the abbot of Wanguo Temple.

Hui Min smiled kindly, and her voice was old: "The mountains are treacherous, and at night I am always afraid that the wild wolf will go down the mountain and take away someone's baby, so the old man likes to patrol at night." ”

Nan Baoyi said crisply: "Then you are really conscientious." ”

Hui Min glanced at her.

He smiled: "The old man sent the two back to the temple? ”

Three people walking together.

A round of silver moon hung high in the sky, frost and snow condensed in the mountains and forests, dark ancient cypress all the way to the back door of the mountain temple, crows squatted on the branches on both sides of the mountain road, turned their eyes, curiously watched them go in the direction of the Wanguo Temple, the dark bean eyes were treacherous and deep.

Hui Min said slowly: "Nan Xiao Shi looks quite wise. ”

Nan Baoyi didn't say anything polite to him: "Yes, I've always been very smart." ”

Hui Min laughed twice: "Master Nan Xiao has experienced life and death, and his understanding of life and death is much deeper than that of ordinary people like me. ”

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She looked at the back of the old monk, who was leading the way with a lantern, but his back was dark.

And his words......

Is that what she thinks?

Xiao Yi held her little hand instead.

He stared at the back of the old monk, and a little killing intent quietly welled up in the eyes of the narrow phoenix.

Hui Min chuckled twice, as if she had eyes behind her back: "The old man has no intention of being enemies with the two, so why does His Royal Highness want the old man to kill him?" It's just that when I understand Buddhism, I always can't understand life and death, and I happened to bump into Nanxiao's benefactor, so I just wanted to ask her opinion. ”

Nan Baoyi was silent.

The proposition of life and death has always been very heavy.

In a few words, how can you say it clearly.

On the cold night of the mountain temple, the moon is in the middle of the sky, but the snow is quietly falling.

The beasts in the mountains and forests scurried by, startling a large flock of crows that inhabited the valley, and swept towards the full moon in the face of the night snow.

Xiao Yi took off his cloak, tied it around Nanbao's neck, and carefully put on a hood for her.

Nan Baoyi looked up at him.

The man hung down the tail of Danfeng's eyes, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.

But the action is very gentle.

Her heart was warm.

The warmth of this moment is deeply remembered by her, at this moment, what is life and death?

Back in the Zen Temple, it has been nearly two watches.

The Zen courtyard was brightly lit, and the palace maids were guarding under the eaves, ready to deal with Xiao Qingyang's nightmare at any time.

The monks sat around the courtyard, everyone held a red lacquered wooden fish, and the sound of the wooden fish and the sound of exorcism and chanting were continuous, which was particularly solemn and solemn.

The fissied windows were closed, and they were covered with runic paper with strange symbols.

Nan Baoyi sneered: "This is ...... What about ghost hunting? ”

Xiao Yi sneered: "In the world, how can there be ghosts and gods? How foolish it must be to hope for these illusory things. ”

He doesn't believe in ghosts or gods.

Nan Baoyi muttered in a low voice: "But the soothing soup and soothing incense have been used, and all kinds of ways have been investigated, and the cause of the nightmare can't be found at all." Only when you are desperate to the extreme, will you seek ghosts and gods, right? ”

Xiao Yi scoffed.

No matter how desperate he was, he would not seek the ghosts and gods.

What is the use of asking for something that is not in the world?

The two walked to the verandah, and ordered the palace maid to come over with hot tea and snacks, and while eating, they waited to see if Xiao Qingyang would have a nightmare tonight.

Zen room.

Xiao Qingyang sat on the couch.

Three thousand green silks are scattered like waterfalls, and the delicate and cold faces reflect a different kind of tenderness like water under the pale golden candle flame, with thousands of styles.

She stared at the young monk on the futon.

He half-closed his eyes and was tapping on the wooden fish.

It was because of his excellent kung fu that he was sent by the old abbot to her room to protect her.

The crane-shaped lamp is quaint and quiet, he sits under the lamp, his posture is as bright as the moon in the clouds, and his side face is as cold as frost and snow and cannot be approached.

In just half a year, he became a famous monk because of the erudition and knowledge accumulated over the years, as well as his proficiency in Sanskrit and his ability to translate scriptures.

She hugged the brocade quilt and whispered: "Nan Chengyi, you and I used to be rangers and take saving the world as our own responsibility." Now that you are a monk, you want to use the Dharma to reach out to the world. But your own six roots are not yet pure, how can you purify others? ”

Nan Chengyi didn't answer her.

In Xiao Qingyang's chest, a strong resentment welled up.

She walked in front of him and condescended: "Nan Chengyi, you don't distinguish between good and evil, you wronged me for killing Xiuxiu, you are so confused, which Buddha are you to?" You hate me so much, you can't let go of hatred and love, you don't have a place to worship the Buddha in your heart, what kind of monk should you be?! ”

At the end of the words, the girl was hysterical.

Nan Chengyi still lowered his eyes and calmly tapped the wooden fish.

Xiao Qingyang was furious, snatched the wooden fish, and smashed it to the ground.

Nan Chengyi opened his eyes, looked at the wooden fish rolling to the corner, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness is blazing, and there is no pain from being tormented by nightmares." If it was just a farce, the poor monk took his leave. ”

"You-"

Xiao Qingyang was reluctant to let him go.

She hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of his monk's robe, lowered her head, and whispered, "You, don't go...... At least, at least keep me watched. In the past, when I was studying abroad, I slept in the open air, slept on the cliffs, slept in the ice and snow, you always kept vigil for me, I, I am very down-to-earth. ”

The monk with a face like a crown of jade, facing the low voice of the emperor, his facial features were enveloped in light and shadow, and he couldn't see his expression.

He lowered his eyes.

The girl's slender jade hand, dyed with danko, rested on his green monk's robe.

Xiao Qingyang noticed his gaze and quickly let go of his hand.

She took two steps back and returned to the bed gloomily.

The unruly and noble emperor Ji lay in the brocade quilt, obediently like a rabbit: "I'm asleep, brother of the Nan family, you must, don't leave ......"

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It's late