Yun Geci, who was in a hurry, didn't notice it, and when she left, a purple figure staggered out from behind the rockery.

He stretched and yawned rather gracefully.

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction Yun Geci left, the man muttered, "What an unloving woman." ”

Xiao Jingse woke up from a sleep behind the rockery, found that it was already dark, and happened to see Feng Hongshu looking at the small sand mound, and then left.

Leaving the little man to sleep in the night wind, he didn't even wake him up.

Xiao Jingse complained about the phoenix red cake, and felt bored, slowly walked to the eaves of the Buddha hall, and reached out to flick the forehead of the small sand lump.

Xiao Shatuo reflexively sat up straight, his sleepy eyes were not very clear, and he subconsciously shouted: "Master, Ananda is not lazy. ”

Because every time he meditated and fell asleep in the past, Fo Leng would flick his forehead with his fingertips, and over time, he formed a habit.

thought that what was in front of him was his master.

"Hahaha, your little sand lump is really fun, how can you call Master when you meet someone?" Xiao Jingse was in a good mood, and he had the intention of teasing him, holding his smooth chin and saying seriously: "Well, it's also very good to get a cheap apprentice." ”

Ananda only found out at this time that the person in front of him was not his master, and he blushed embarrassedly, and heard Xiao Jingse taking advantage of him, and the villain said unhappily: "The poor monk has only one master, you are not." ”

Seeing the disgust on the villain's face, Xiao Jingseu suddenly felt frustrated in his self-esteem, and said dissatisfiedly: "Little thing, you are so at a loss if I am your master?" ”

"Definitely." Xiao Shatuo stared at his bare head, and said with a serious face: "Master is like a poor monk and father, how can there be two fathers and mothers?" ”

Xiao Jingse looked at the little child in front of him, and when he talked about Buddha Leng, his face was full of reverence, and it was conceivable that Buddha Leng was important in his heart, and no one could compare.

He suddenly choked up a little in his heart, and asked him with a smile: "After all, Fo Leng is only your master, Ananda, you haven't thought about looking for your biological father?" ”

The villain was stunned for a moment, a little confused, a little ignorant.

There are still some losses, but they should shake their heads, pout, and say: "Master said, the Buddha is dependent, and the fate of my father and mother and me has long been cut off by the Buddha, so I don't want to go and think about it." ”

Although he didn't quite understand what he meant, whenever he mentioned his father, Master was always a little unhappy.

Over time, he didn't dare to ask again.

has been in Buddhism for a long time, and he doesn't understand what family affection is.

"It's enough for me to have a master, and I have a home with him." Xiao Shatuo laughed happily, with a bright and innocent smile on her pink face, and her eyes were shining.

Xiao Jingse understood for a moment that Fo Leng was his heaven and his earth.

The love with his father and mother, the Buddha has already helped him break it.

He suddenly thought, if that woman was still alive, he must be reluctant to let this child fall to such a point, right?

is also reluctant, and the flesh and blood are separated.

He hesitated for a long time before asking, "If I could see your father again, would I hate him?" ”

"Hate?" Xiao Shatuo still had a little milky voice, looked at Xiao Jingse in confusion, and then folded his hands upright, and said dignifiedly: "Master said that monks should not have love and hate. ”

The child's indemnity from the master shows that his feelings are deep.

Xiao Jingse was speechless anymore, he couldn't be quiet in his heart, he blocked a stone alive, and it was really uncomfortable to go up or down.

A bell rang in the temple, and Xiao Shatuo jumped up, and immediately realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and hurriedly nodded to Xiao Jingse seriously: "Donor, the poor monk is going to do the evening class." ”

After that, the person had already walked towards the Buddha hall, Xiao Jingse glanced at the stone wall Buddha cave, sighed, and then raised his feet and followed Ananda.

Anyway, he and him also have some fate.

There is too much helplessness, so it's good to take a closer look.

The bell rises and falls, the green smoke in the Buddha cave rises and falls, the monk seems to have settled down, the Buddha beads turn again, the lips are gently opened and closed, there are scriptures spread in the Buddha cave, and the aftermath echoes endlessly.

On the path on the side of the Bodhisattva's seat, a long black figure fell quietly to the ground, and a figure appeared in the faint light.

The woman is tall and slender, wearing a crimson robe, with a high cloud bun, and the golden hairpin passes through the bun spontaneously, and the red ribbons hang down at both ends of the golden hairpin, which falls softly in front of her.

The wide girdle binds the slender and soft waist, and the posture of the willow is full of elegant fairy qi flowing on the body, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

She stood at the entrance of the path, raised a plain hand lightly, and put it on the hand of the maid beside her, the light was dim, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she could also perceive it, it must be a rare beauty in the world.

The Buddhist scriptures turned, and the woman's voice was as gentle as a breeze: "Sad? ”

She was asking Foreng.

The monk was indifferent, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, one after another, the woman's voice was still elegant and slow: "I thought that you should have known that what she was asking for was revenge and not you, and you were mentally prepared not to be so sad." ”

Her voice was soft and soft, it sounded distressing, and she felt that this person's words were not the slightest wave, but there was a lot of coldness and coldness.

The maid who knelt beside the woman and waited raised her hand to support her hand, lowered her head and did not dare to move for a moment, the atmosphere in the Buddha cave seemed to be peaceful, but in fact it was ghostly.

She was still talking, and she always said softly and softly: "Ah Leng, I didn't force me, some things have been doomed since you begged me." ”

"I know you're sad, but in this world, sad people abound, you have been empty for many years, how can you not know how much suffering there is in the world?"

The monk was as quiet as a Buddha, and her words seemed to disappear into thin air.

But she confidently believed that Fo Leng listened.

The monk just wouldn't talk to her.

In the gloomy shadows, her shallow sigh emanated, overflowing and scattering, adding a lot of amazement and helplessness, and no sadness could be heard, only endless confidence and idleness.

"You blame me." She sighed, and there was a lot of restraint: "I blame me for using her to force you into the red dust by any means, and I blame me for cutting off your relationship with her." ”

How to say it, he should complain too much, but he is not qualified to complain.

Even if it is as clear as Buddha cold, it has a fate that is difficult to control.

It should have been a long time since she had seen her, she had come thousands of miles, and she had a lot to say to him, but he just refused to say a word, and she was reluctant to leave like this.

The night came from the boundless path, and the wind rushed in, blowing the red belt in front of her, winding and rippling, and it was difficult to give up the bondage.

Her voice became lower and gentler, and she became more and more gentle: "Ah Leng, don't be sad for her anymore and destroy your years of cultivation." ”

In the end, Zhao Zhao's voice fell, and his soft voice swore heroically: "She wants revenge and wants the world, I only want you." ”