Gao Lan left Ma Qingyun's cemetery and walked on the street of Temple Street Town, where the crowd was bustling.

She clasped her hands in her sleeves, lowered her eyes slightly, and walked aimlessly. At this moment, Gao Lan really misses those friends behind him......

Mo Shaozhi, where are you?

What are you doing now......

You won't blame me for losing the hairpin you gave me......

Unconsciously walking with a little sore feet, she was about to sit down in the tea shed on the side of the road, when she suddenly saw a secluded place not far away.

There is a bit of a contrast with the bustle and excitement in front.

Out of curiosity, Gao Lan continued to walk a few steps forward, and when he reached the entrance of the alley, a gloomy feeling came.

Gao Lan involuntarily shrunk his neck and poked in, it was a small temple with a sense of age, and the corner of the wall on one side had collapsed.

Looking in from the collapsed side, it feels pitch black.

Gao Lan couldn't help but say casually: "There is a temple here." ”

"Of course there are temples in Temple Street Town,"

The inexplicable sound made Gao Lan tremble, and she looked back.

An old monk came out next to him with age spots on his face, and the monk's robes on his body were also patched, looking very shabby.

Gao Lan turned around and was stunned: It's a bit of a TV series Jigong......

The monk continued in an old and thick voice: "It turned out that this was just a small dirt road next to this temple, and gradually people came to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and the road became wider and wider. ”

Gao Lan was stunned: "Oh, this Temple Street Town turned out to be like this." ”

The old monk said slowly: "I see that the donor is full of worries, so it is better to go to the temple to burn pillar incense and calm down." ”

Hearing him say this, Gao Lan did not refuse, stepped through the dilapidated courtyard gate in front of him, and approached the small temple. She looked around the courtyard, it was empty, and even the smell of incense could not be captured.

One of the very old trees, hunched over, had been tormented by the years, and seemed to have become drooping and decrepit like a person.

The bars were also decayed, and all the details showed a depressed feeling.

Gao Lan looked at the plaque on the top of the main hall: "...... of Dushu Temple" looked at the collapsed corner of the main hall again, crumbling, and then turned to the old monk and said, "Master, this temple should be repaired, otherwise it will become a dangerous house." ”

The old monk blinked tiredly and sighed: "Alas, now that the incense is fading, it is really beyond its power to repair it." ”

Gao Lan stared at the only old dead tree in the temple, frowning slightly.

The old monk said: "This tree is like a person, it is no longer flourishing, and it is gradually withering. ”

Gao Lan asked, "Master, are you the only one in this temple?" ”

The old monk said, "Yes, I'm the only one left." ”

In this situation, Gao Lan suddenly remembered that Kyaukyuerong had said that there was a temple in the desert, and a monk guarded a temple.

It's called Blue Leaf Temple......

Why would it feel so affectionate to a name that has a chance to take a look.

After Gao Lan finished thinking about it, he saw that there was incense next to him, so he took three incense sticks, bowed in front of the Buddhist hall, and then took out all the silver taels on his body: "Master, I don't have much on me, don't dislike it." ”

The old master looked at it and said in surprise: "There is not much, it is much more than the ordinary pilgrims, thank you girl." ”

"Girl?" Gao Lan sneered and said shyly, "It was seen by the old master." ”

The wrinkles on the old monk's face stretched slightly: "The poor monk can be regarded as knowing countless people, so he can naturally see it at a glance." ”

Gao Lan pursed his lips and smiled.

The old monk said: "Girl, I will give you a bag of dried leaves on this tree, which can repel insects and mosquitoes, and the fragrance is rich and unique." ”

After speaking, he took it out of his cuff and handed it to Gao Lan.

Gao Lan took it with both hands: "Okay, thank you master." ”

The old monk walked to the table at the door and said, "Girl, leave a note of merit." ”

When Gao Lan heard this, he walked to the table and smiled slightly: "You don't need to leave your name." She picked up her pen and wrote down a few words on the yellowed booklet over there......

Zhilan Mao Qianli.

Then he took the bag of leaves and left.

She smelled as she walked, and it seemed to have some mint effect. I don't know if it's because I came out for a walk, and the haze in my heart was less than half for a while.

Back at the inn, as soon as he entered the door, he saw that there was a vacant place next to him, Gao Lan sat down and greeted Xiao Er at the counter: "Xiao Er, come to a pot of wine, plus one meat and one vegetable." Count in the middle room on the second floor. ”

"Okay, wait a minute." After Xiao Er finished speaking, it didn't take long for the wine and food to be ready.

Gao Lan poured a glass of wine and took a sip: "Ah, ahhh It's really like I'm a man, give me such a strong wine. As he spoke, he quickly inhaled and fanned his tongue.

Immediately picked up the chopsticks and quickly picked up the dish and put it in his mouth to ease the spicy feeling of the wine.

Just when she had mixed feelings and was choked on fire and burned her eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him: "Here you go!" ”

Gao Lan looked up, and it turned out to be a sugar gourd that Jiaoyuerong was holding sugar in one hand and reaching over with the other hand to take a few bites.

"Cut~ who is rare." Gao Lan pursed his lips and continued to eat.

Jiao Yuerong smiled slightly, sat directly opposite her, and continued to eat the sugar gourd.

"Where have you been?" Kyaukyue asked.

Gao Lan turned her body to face him.

Jiaoyue Rong saw that she didn't care about herself, so she deliberately said: "I just went to your room to look for you with something very important, but you weren't in the room." ”

Gao Lan thought something was wrong with Yeyang, so he asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Kyaukyue Rong put the candy she was holding on the table, and smiled evilly: "Let you go buy candy." ”

"You ......" Gao Lan looked at him with an angry expression, extremely angry, he poured another glass of wine, and suddenly raised his head and poured it.

In an instant, he felt that his whole mouth and throat were on fire, and he didn't want to lose his momentum in front of Jiao Yuerong, so Gao Lan tried to endure it, and his white face was red.

I had to hurriedly keep sending food to my mouth, turned my face sideways, and avoided Jiaoyuerong sticking out her tongue.

Jiaoyue smiled faintly, saw her embarrassment, and teased: "If you can't drink such a strong wine, don't drink it." Ao, by the way, your wine, it was my son who ordered it for you, and I specially ordered the strongest wine in our store! ”

After Jiaoyuerong finished speaking, the corners of her mouth drew an arc, and she took off the last hawthorn on the skewer, chewed it in her mouth, and left proudly.

"You! Mean, shameless, villain! Gao Lan used the strength of the wine to wantonly abuse him behind his back.

"Kyaukyuerong! You are the turtle, the eighth king of death! Gao Lan became more and more energetic, poured another glass of wine, and took advantage of the fire in his heart, and the result was like adding fuel to the fire, as fierce as he wanted.