The fragrance of tea is curling, and the white mist is steaming.

The temple is extremely quiet, and the moon is in the sky.

The hot cup warmed Xiao Tian's palm, and she unconsciously held the teacup and her eyes were empty, looking at the moonlight far and near through the mist of tea, and she only felt that time and space also changed.

If it weren't for this time, if it weren't for here, she would have been in a gray space, but she would have smiled. She must have the gifts prepared for her by her family in her hands, and she will definitely have the warmth of her family by her side.

However, these seem to have become too far in the past.

She actually knows very well that even if she is not in this world, it will be difficult to meet them.

Jueyin once asked her: Leaving is the soul, there is no old thing, the lonely field is uncertain, and it is terrifying?

She was far away at the time, and she was not afraid.

But now sitting quietly under the moon and warming your hands with warm tea, how can it actually be compared to a lonely ghost and a ghost?

Death and detachment are sometimes too easy, and it is even more difficult to choose life and perseverance. The preciousness of people is in these difficulties.

"To the abbot." Xiao Tian gently raised his glass and replaced the wine with tea, but his eyes were still hazy, as if he was not awake.

Jueyin's eyes also seemed to be drunk in the hazy moonlight, and he slowly raised his glass and said, "Jueyin is fine." ”

Xiao Tian is as good as a stream, "Jing Jueyin." ”

Ma Hong waited ten paces away from them, occasionally glanced sideways at them, and saw that His Majesty was leaning his cheeks and elbows, and was sitting opposite the tall monk sitting in a dark and ignorant manner, and when he opened his eyes, he deeply suppressed some of the doubts and confusions in his heart.

"To the benefactor."

Jueyin poured another half cup of tea for Xiao.

"Xiao Ting."

Jueyin smiled, "The name of the donor is too heavy. ”

"Do monks care about that?"

Jueyin smiled: "The monks don't care, Tianyin Temple does." ”

Xiao Tian was silent for a moment, "You're right. Maybe one day, I'll feel that this name is too heavy. So before it gets heavier, I ......"

"How?" A deep male voice interjected.

Xiao Tian slowly realized that this was not Jueyin's voice.

The clothes beside him are fluttering, and the breath is floating.

Xiao tilted his head and looked at it, startled.

"Taifu!" Why is Fu Mingyi here?

I didn't say it.

Jueyin nodded and said, "It's a blessing that your guests are here today. ”

Fu Mingyi said lightly: "The reputation of the abbot of Jueyin is in the sea, such as such a layman, even if he asks for the door, it is rare to see, and he is really not a distinguished guest." ”

Jueyin knew that Fu Mingyi was talking about what happened when he was stopped by Senior Brother Jueyan outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall that day.

He didn't explain, just smiled and poured a cup of hot tea for Fu Mingyi.

Fu Mingyi is obviously knowledgeable, he turned around when he picked up the teacup, and said: "I didn't expect that the lost Lang porcelain in the world has a complete set here at the abbot." ”

Jueyin took a sip lightly and said slowly: "The poor monk doesn't like to be restrained, and after the first teacher goes, he has most of the time to travel outside, and he is fortunate to have a set of porcelain tea sets, and the poor monk also feels very lucky." ”

Fu Mingyi smiled, "Although it is a famous porcelain, it is not suitable for the abbot's misty immortal." ”

He sniffed lightly on the edge of the cup, took another sip and rolled it on the tip of his tongue, and said lightly: "There is more than pure, but not enough glycol." ”

Xiao Tian glanced at him, and couldn't help but be a little jealous.

She was like a cow drink, and after drinking a few cups, she only felt that it was delicious, but she didn't expect Fu Mingyi to smell and taste it, and in the end she was not very satisfied.

In this way, she felt like an illiterate person.

Jueyin laughed, "The donor has always known elegant things, good Yayin, and the poor monk's tea art has made the distinguished guests see jokes." ”

Xiao Tian pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly: "I think it's delicious, not as particular as him." You don't have to care. ”

Fu Mingyi smiled, put down the teacup, and said, "The best is not necessarily suitable." Abbot Jueyin has been immersed in Buddhism for many years, and his words and deeds are all mysteries, but he is really getting an axe at the end of the work. ”

Xiao Tian saw that the two of them were coming and going, although he felt a little weird, but he didn't hear anything in the end.

She raised the teacup with both hands and said to Jueyin: "Thank you Jueyin for your help today, I will replace the wine with tea and toast Jueyin." ”