Gao Lan opened her eyes again and saw that the little civet cat was already lying next to her, and her heart was finally a lot more steady.

Mo Shaozhi helped the little civet cat detoxify, and after a while, he was already alive and talking.

The abbot came over and was overjoyed: "Amitabha, all the donors are the people who are blessed by the Buddha, and they are all turned into good fortune." Good, good, good. ”

Mo Shaozhi got up: "Abbot, so far, we outsiders have also been involved in some private affairs of your temple, it is better to be open and honest......"

The abbot sighed: "So far, there is nothing to hide, and the donors are also people who are related to our temple, this matter...... This is a pure place for Buddhism, and if this happens, it is also a shame for the temple. ”

"It all has to start with that Tsukaku Temple. The temple looks sturdy on the surface, but in fact it is already vulnerable on the inside, not only because of its age, but also because it is a wooden structure that is seriously moth-eaten, and it is too close to the water, so the dampness and decay are more and more fragile. Seeing this, the temple decided to start moving and repairing the Moon Pavilion next month, moving it to the open space on the other side. ”

Mo Shaozhi pondered for a moment and sighed slightly: "In this way, the Moon Pavilion will definitely be a lot darker." Can't be a pair of shadows near the water, and it's also lonely and desolate. ”

The abbot nodded slightly with a sad face: "Master Yixian has grown up in the temple since he was a child, he looks up to the Moon Pavilion every day, maybe he has a love for a long time, and he opposes its relocation and repair with all his might, and it says that if it moves, it will no longer be her." ”

Ding Yi took a step forward and bowed slightly: "Abbot, let's let the sinners talk about it." Now, there is nothing left to hide and deceive a few donors. ”

The abbot was stunned for a while, sighed deeply, and waved his hand at him: "Okay, ......."

Ding Yi's eyes were full of affection, and he said: "His room is full of the beautiful scenery of the four seasons of the Moon Pavilion painted by him, Zhang Zhang is beautiful and dazzling. The Moon Pavilion in his eyes seemed to be more charming than anything we saw. That's because he has love in his eyes. ”

With Ding Yi's affectionate narration, a long-dusted storybook was slowly opened......

That's the story of a string.

It's noon, and the sun is shining.

The young Yixian is in the courtyard as usual, quietly sweeping the fallen leaves.

A few people came to the temple, and surrounded a woman who looked like a young lady, and even in the sun, the woman had to wear a large black cloak and wrap her thin body tightly.

The young lady walked very slowly, and seemed to be weak. She had a purple purse hanging from her body, and a tiny golden bell hung on it, and she walked with a slight sound.

The sound of the bell was unusually crisp, even if it was not loud, but it always passed through everything and reached the ears of Yixian, and he thought it was so good, as if he had played a tune that he had never heard before. The rhythm of the sound came so quickly that it was caught off guard, and it slammed into his heart......

As soon as Ichistring heard that sound again, he would be overjoyed, and leave everything in his hand to secretly go to see the sick young lady.

Yixian's eyes always follow the figure of the young lady.

The young lady needed the support of the maids around her to enter the high threshold of the main hall and burn incense and worship the Buddha.

She slowly knelt on the futon, folded her hands, closed her eyes slightly, and prayed sincerely.

As soon as he got this opportunity, he secretly hid in a corner of the hall and carefully examined the face of the young lady under the big cloak.

Her face was light, bloodless, and seemed to be riddled with a long-term illness, but it did not diminish her beauty in the slightest, and her face was more and more set off with a unique elegance.

Since then, Kazushin seems to have seen her often come to the temple to pray for blessings.

Every time I came, although there was a big black hooded cloak outside, Ichigan still found the clothes she was wearing on her thin and slender body inside, the color was different, last time it was rose red, this time it was pink......

Let the heart of the little monk sitting in the ancient temple instantly become colorful like a rainbow.

It's just that her face is still bloodless, and her face is still bland.

The sun was shining that day, and after worshipping the Buddha, she prepared to go down the mountain and leave as usual. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the piano, and followed the sound of the piano with the support of her subordinates.

Through the corridors, she walked to the Moon Pavilion...... The face that seemed to be frozen seemed to be instantly illuminated by a warm sun, and the ice slowly cracked...... Yixian, who was hiding on the side, finally saw a slight smile on her beautiful face. The wilderness in his heart was like a sea of flowers, and his heart was full of excitement.

I saw the young lady sitting gracefully by the lake, she was smiling, looking up at the moon pavilion from afar. Fragments of sunlight were like musical notes, jumping happily on her face, infinitely bright.

She took off her cloak, and her shadow was reflected in the lake, and the breeze blew, and the reflection on the lake was so graceful that the little monk looked at her heart as wrinkled as the surface of the lake.

Since then, every time the young lady worships the Buddha, she has to come to this lake to sit for a while, looking at the moon pavilion, although she is silent, but her eyebrows are full of joy.

Until that time, the young lady came, but the bell on her body did not ring......

This time she came in a sedan chair, she didn't enter the Buddha Hall, and was directly placed in front of the Moon Pavilion.

Looking at her increasingly heavy body from afar, and her back that could no longer stand up, he could see that the young lady was terminally ill and miserable from the disease.

The young lady withdrew and sat alone by the lake, looking at the Moon Pavilion and trying to hold up the smile on her face.

Yixian's heart was suddenly full of distress and love......

He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, looked up at the sky, clasped his hands together, and said silently in his mouth: Buddha, the disciple is willing to remember you for the rest of his life, worship you, and brush the dust every day, I only ask you to bless this young lady with peace and health......

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud pop from the other side......

Yixian suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, he turned to that side, his eyes suddenly widened, and let out a long wail: "No! ”

Everything was so unexpected, the young lady who had just been sitting upright was gone, and she only saw ripples on the lake.

Ichistring ran over desperately and plunged headlong into the water. After several struggles, he finally hugged the young lady who had fallen into the water, and he tried to swim back to shore with her.

Back on the shore, Yixian hugged his cold body and called loudly, but there was no response in the end.

Water was dripping from Yixian's face......

The maid who rushed over when she heard the sound was at a loss: "Miss, you ......"

After a while, she trembled and took out the letter left by the young lady: "I said how could I write a letter suddenly, it turns out that you have already planned it." ”

After listening to what the maid said, Yixian knew that this young lady had only a few days left, she liked the Moon Pavilion, it was so beautiful, looking at it seemed to be extremely reassuring, if she was going to die, she would also die in front of this Moon Pavilion.

She said that in the next life, she would like to turn into this piece of water and surround this beautiful moon pavilion forever......

Yixian looked down at the silent young lady, and his heart was cold......

The young lady's family came to take her away, and he secretly took off the young lady's purse with a bell on it, and held it in the palm of his hand and couldn't bear to spread it out.