The days passed day by day, since that day with the great monk from the Taifu Mansion back how to have more than ten days, yesterday I just went to the market to procure, I heard the streets and alleys of the people are boiling about the marriage of the eldest lady of the Li Taifu Mansion and the current second prince.

When I returned to Jinsu Temple, I was in a sullen mood, just sitting by the window in a daze.

The sky outside the window was still clear, and it was raining lightly on my son, which lined my current mood, but it was also in line with the occasion.

The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always misty, and the mist is like a shroud in front of you, making all the scenery more than enough, vague, and so beautiful that it is like the landscape picture hanging on the wall of the house.

In the smoke and rain, there was a figure in a bend, and when the person approached and could see clearly, I realized that it was a great monk.

Speaking of which, I should have recognized the figure of the great monk at a glance, but in this smoke and rain, I hesitated again.

Is there something wrong with this great monk?

I don't know how to bring an umbrella when I come out!

I got up and picked up an oil-paper umbrella from behind the door, propped it up and walked into the ink painting, and when the great monk saw me walking towards him, he stopped and stopped.

I trotted two steps, raised the umbrella over his head, and said, "You're crazy, why don't you use an umbrella when it's raining?" It's going to catch a cold! ”

The great monk smiled lightly and said, "Don't you think it's very meaningful to walk in this misty drizzle?" ”

I tilted my head slightly and looked out of the umbrella, "yes, it's like I'm in an ink painting." ”

The great monk took the umbrella from my hand, held the umbrella in one hand, pulled my wrist through the sleeve of his coat with the other, and said as he walked: "I know what you are bothering about." ”

I looked up at him slightly—

This man is so strange, he knows everything I think in my heart every time, and sometimes even knows better than myself.

I just said, "It's just mediocrity." ”

The great monk lowered his face and said with a faint smile: "In the Buddha's language, you are called obsession. ”

I thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, it's obsession." ”

Then I jumped out of the umbrella, ran into the rain, and said happily: "Such a beautiful scenery, don't be ruined by my eldest sister's idle things," I stretched out my arms and relaxed my muscles and bones, "Great monk, do you say anything else in your Buddhist language except for obsession?" ”

The great monk looked left and right, and said briskly: "Of course there is, such as a flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, and a verdant bamboo, always the Dharma body, lush yellow flowers, nothing more than Prajna, and then like a hundred flowers in spring, rain in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter." ”

After I heard this, I only took down the umbrella in the hand of the great monk and pulled him into the rain, "Since the Buddha said that there is rain in autumn, why don't we take advantage of this to feel it?" ”

The great monk just poked my forehead with his fingertips helplessly, and said, "You! ”

This rain, it does not rain slowly, dense and dense, I walk slowly with the great monk, every step is on the dense bluestone slab, looking back, there are two rows of footprints that are not clear, the body is full of water vapor, in this neat ink painting, because of my intrusion with the great monk, there will be more than this pair of people walking side by side in the vast world.

After the madness, most of my body and the great monk were almost completely soaked, so I had to go back to the room to change clothes, I soaked my body in hot water, and then sat on the bed wrapped in a thin quilt, fortunately I grew up with a small fall, so except for some trembling, there was no other discomfort, and it was estimated that it would be good to rest for a few hours.

The rain outside has gradually stopped, the leaves on the plane tree outside the corridor have passed through this rain, and they have fallen a lot, and they seem to be more energetic, and suddenly a figure swayed in, I smiled, and said in the direction of the door: "Great monk, why are you here again!" ”

Li ...... Miss Li, this ginger soup was brought to you by the abbot and asked the little monk to bring it to you. ”

The little monk by the door stammered timidly.

I regret my carelessness just now, and I don't know if the little monk was frightened by my words, or if he was a little restrained in the face of female guests.

I just glanced at him and asked, "Little Master, what are you afraid of?" ”

The little monk lowered his head and said, "Little ...... Monk, I've never seen a beautiful female pilgrim like you, so ...... With, there is ...... Some nervousness. ”

I put my mind at ease, leaned down slowly, and whispered, "I'm sorry to trouble you, just put down the ginger soup." ”

The little monk said "oh", then stepped forward and put the ginger soup on the low table and closed the door and withdrew.

I stared at the sycamore again, and there was some old emotion in my heart, so I patted my head and woke up, got out of bed and closed the window, and swept the ginger soup that was steaming on the low table, but I turned around and covered it in my hand, warmed it, and then took it to my mouth and tasted it, a spicy rush straight to Yintang, I couldn't help sneezing several times in a row, and suddenly I couldn't help laughing, and then turned around and pulled out a few pieces of paper from the drawer with a bowed head, wiped my nose and mouth, although it was spicy, but it was also very heartwarming.