The rain fell for a long time, and gradually stopped, and the voice of the Buddha Leng was soft and cold, and it fell into the ears with ice: "The rain has stopped, let's go." ”

He gave the order to evict the guests, and then knelt down on the futon again, and sat down quietly.

Faintly a Buddhist scripture chanted from his lips, Yun Geci suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and liver, and the holy and elegant monk in the Buddha's light lingered with a cruel heart.

There was no blood in the killing, but every knife hit her to the core.

The human heart is cruel and fragile, cruel enough to kill people without blinking, and so fragile that it can be broken at the slightest touch, and it can't be sticky.

She only dares to be cruel, how can she be vulnerable?

When she stood up, she was so dizzy that she stumbled a little, and she quickly reached out to hold on to the wall before she could stand firmly.

I took an oil-paper umbrella and wanted to leave while the drizzle was lingering, but in a hurry, I saw a little child's bare head popping out from behind the window of the next room.

He must have been on tiptoe, struggling to climb the window, his hands on his chin, and his eyes round to look at her.

Seeing her coming, Xiao Shatuo raised his eyebrows and laughed, revealing two cute little tiger teeth, bent into two crescent eyes, and the smile was bright and dazzling.

The little hand shook gently, as if to say goodbye to her, and smiled warmly.

The oil-paper umbrella she held in her hand trembled, and the heart seemed to be suspended in the air in an instant, the heart was empty, and the cold wind howled, freezing her whole body stiff.

Subconsciously, she quickly turned her head and ran across the long, curved bridge as if she were running away, the drizzle crept under the umbrella, and her face was wet.

The skirt and sleeves are wet, and the skin is cool.

Walking too fast, she bumped into the oncoming person in a hurry, she was helped to stand on her feet, and the rough voice of Linjiang City sounded in her ears: "Miss Feng." ”

Linjiang City came in the rain, as if he had walked a long way, his clothes were already soaked, and his boots were stained with yellow mud, and he looked in a hurry.

Yun Geci stood still, straightened his messy hair, and then asked, "What are you doing?" ”

I didn't expect to meet Yun Geci at this time, and when she asked, Linjiang City was a little embarrassed, and wanted to speak several times, but he didn't say it.

She immediately noticed that something was unusual, looking at him like this, I was afraid that what he was going to say to Fo Leng had something to do with her, and the two were not idle things.

"It's still raining, you come in first." Linjiang Cheng couldn't decide whether to talk to Yun Geci about this matter, so he could only invite her back first.

In order to hear what he had to say, Yun Geci endured the discomfort in his heart and returned to the eaves.

Fo Leng opened his eyes and glanced at Linjiang City, the latter was wet and looked at him with an unusually ugly face, because there was a cloud song in the speech, he wanted to speak several times and stopped.

"Say." Buddha Leng spoke, concise and to the point, without the slightest intention of avoiding suspicion.

Linjiang City got his consent, so he dared to speak: "My subordinates just got the news, His Royal Highness King Jing invited all the famous monks in the monasteries around Chang'an City two days ago, and today held a huge Dharma meeting on Song Mountain. ”

Hearing the word Songshan, the color of the Buddha's cold eyes changed, and his face was gloomy: "What is he going to do?" ”

Linjiang Cheng's expression was even more uneasy, his lips moved, and he spit out two words: "Dig a grave." ”

As soon as his words fell, Fo Leng stood up from the ground, his movements were obviously very steady, and he couldn't see the slightest impetuousness.

But in the eyes of Yun Geci, he was very surprised.

Since she returned, this person has been as calm as a Buddha, and he has never seen such a big change in mood because of something.

She stood three steps away from him, but she could clearly feel that a thick cold aura was lingering around him, and the atmosphere suddenly sank to freezing.

"He asked people to dig up more than a dozen graves on Song Mountain, and now that the coffins have been removed, I don't know what he wants to do with the coffins."

Linjiang Cheng withstood the pressure of the Buddha's cold and cold forest, lowered his head and continued: "The subordinates speculated on the king's mind without authorization, and it is expected that you must see him, and you have already sent someone to invite King Jing." ”

The dozen or so tombs on Song Mountain were repaired by Fo Leng himself, and who was buried in them, Linjiang City was clear.

A few days ago, Fo Leng took him up the mountain to worship, this person is the regent of the Great Zhou, but he personally pulled weeds for the dozen tombs, wiped the tombstones, and lit incense to worship.

When he had finished worshipping, he sat down in the open space and set out his wine, drinking with the dead in vain.

Only then did Linjiang City know that in the past few years, Fo Leng had returned to the Great Zhou, and he would come back once a year, just to worship.

For people like him, there are too few people and things that he values, and in this world, there is nothing else except a cloud song and an Ananda.

Those dead people should have a very important place for him to worship and hang in his heart every year.

And now, Xiao Jingse dared to touch the grave of the dead that he valued, it was really a trouble, he was afraid that he didn't know it yet.

Listening to the words of Linjiang City, he interjected blankly: "Who are the tombs on Song Mountain you are talking about?" ”

Buddha Leng pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, his eyes stared at the distance on the lake, obviously wearing a monk's robe, but the whole person was gloomy.

Lin Jiangcheng clasped his hands tightly together, looking at Fo Leng in embarrassment, he really didn't know whether to say this to Yun Geci.

However, Buddha Leng didn't react, and for a while, he couldn't open his mouth.

Sideways, I just saw a person walking crookedly in the thin drizzle, the purple robe was noble and elegant, but he walked forever in a straight shape, and he had a gentlemanly temperament.

As soon as the person walked from the flower arch, the voice was already loud: "Uncle Huang, what are you looking for me at this time?" I'm busy. ”

He shouted with a big grin, and saw three figures under the eaves of the porch, including Feng Hongshu, and was immediately stunned.

Seeing that she was also there, his steps were a little faster, three steps and two steps directly towards the eaves, ten steps away from her, and he called her ambiguously: "Little Crispy, why are you here?" Could it be that he knew that this king was coming, so he waited for me here? ”

Feng Hongshu's brows twitched, and before she could speak, the man in gorgeous clothes had already rushed over, and as soon as he raised his arm, he dragged her to his side.

One of his hands, around her shoulder, rested on top of her.

This intimate action is done naturally, without the slightest awkwardness.

The bodies of the two men were close to each other, and she could smell the mud and grass on him after the rain, and it was clear that he had really just come down from the mountain.