The Bone Fu Temple is not on the top of the mountain, but it is very remote, and when the main mountain road forks to a small road, Ah Cheng and Ah Lan step on the small stone road paved with the shadow of the tree and walk a stick of incense to see the big dirt road and the households.

"Ah...... It's hot! Alain pulled his head and dragged his body to hide in Ah Cheng's shadow. The bazaar at the foot of the mountain is Alain's favorite place to visit, and there are always many new things and merchants in the capital. Unfortunately, the mountain road is rugged and far away, and even the sun is starting to become a little restless from the cold of winter. Alain's clothes were soaking wet, and the fabric on his back was crumpled against the flesh. Ah Cheng straightened his waist as always, carrying Alain's small white lotus leaf bag in his hand.

"We're still halfway there. Who told you to jump around so excitedly when you just came down the mountain......" Ah Cheng was halfway through his words, and suddenly stopped, and the sweaty girl behind him hit her solid back, and unfortunately hit her nose: "What are you doing!" ”

"Xiaosheng is rude and has no intention of offending the lady." Ah Cheng ignored the crazy girl who was about to jump up behind him, and bowed to the woman in front of him who was slightly covering her chest because she was frightened. Alan covered his nose and poked his head out with tears in his eyes, just one look at Alan was stunned, Alan swore that this must be the most beautiful woman Alan had ever seen.

"It's me who lost my mind, and it's easy to bump into it when I turn the road." Although frightened, the woman was still very calm and decent. The smile made Alan feel like a spring breeze. The woman looked at Alain, who was staring at her in a daze, and nodded generously to her. The tall and thin Ah Cheng silently poked the little girl in a daze with a black face.

"Ahh I'm sorry, but it's ......."

"Don't worry, take your time." The woman smiled and looked at Alain, whose face was already red.

"Sister! You're so pretty! ”

The woman burst out laughing, her eyes crooked. For the first time, Alain knew that there really was a woman in this world who smiled and had eyes like crescent moons.

"Thank you little lady for the compliment! But you call me sister? I'm old enough to be your mother! The fairy-like woman stretched out her hand and touched Alain's ball head dotingly, and continued to go up the mountain, leaving her only a "beautiful shadow".

Alan looked at the corner where the immortal disappeared, pulled Ah Cheng's sleeve, and said stupidly: "I finally know what the book says about skin like clotted fat and hands like Rouyi." ”

She ...... Got into Beijing? ”

Tuhe glanced up at the half-carved monk in front of him, raised the teacup and took a sip: "Master, I have confirmed with you three times." ”

The monk looked at the slightly green tea and was a little distracted.

"The master is the master of the Bone Fu Temple, he has long been cut off from the red dust, and the beauty of the rivers and lakes has long been isolated from his previous life." Tuhe arched his nose, his index finger rubbed the edge of the yellow teacup, one hand propped up behind his back, his head tilted back slightly, and the reverse light outlined his slender neck and protruding Adam's apple, "Back then, ......"

"Alright, alright." The bald monk who was sitting in danger waved his hand impatiently, threw the tea knife on the table, and coiled up the Buddha beads, "I always say that back then, every time I come, I chew my tongue." I really don't know why Alain doesn't bother you. ”

At the mention of Alain, Tuhe's eyes darkened, and he raised his eyes again, looked at the monk's round head seriously, and suddenly said:

"Actually, I came to report to you this time, and Songhe used my turtle as a threat and forced you to find out your whereabouts."

“...... Sooner or later, you'll have stewed your royal eight soup. ”

"Amitabha, the Buddha Gate is pure, and you can't kill living beings."

"It's okay, I'll kill him for him."

The two looked out the door, against the light, the spring breeze was just right. She came with Peach Blossom.

The pale pink shirt is printed with a cyan lotus root, and from the sleeve to the back is a large crane with wings spread. The monk lost his mind for a while. It seems that from the beginning of knowing her, her clothes are printed with all kinds of cranes, standing or flying, and even the placket of the night dress is embroidered with a small flying crane.

"You've been hiding from me for five years." The woman sat down generously and skillfully poured herself a cup of tea, "If it weren't for coming back to visit relatives at my 'mother's house' this time, I'm afraid it would be difficult for you to see me again." ”