The sound of Xiao is ethereal and pleasant, the river surface is sparkling, and the moon and water are connected. Xiao Sheng seems to have a wave of water, no wind rippling, doubting the whereabouts of the Milky Way, like a glass brilliance.

The sound and people are like the Nine Heavens Immortals. Xiao Sheng has no words, and she doesn't need any words and sentences, she dances with Xiao Sheng at the same time, her wide white sleeves fly like a scattered cloud, and there is no hairpin bead ring on her head, only a green silk is scattered, black and white are distinct but blended naturally, and the rotation seems to have become one. The waist is as soft as a willow, and gradually leans down on its back, and the purple potholl blooming by the river is carried by the long sleeves, which is like a rain of flowers in the sky.

Xiao Sheng's voice is tactful and bright, like rippling blue waves and light clouds. Ji Qiang danced with the sound of the flute at will, and completely abandoned the traditional shackles, and threw her cloud sleeves into the air, swaying freely.

The two of them faced the river, and they never saw the palace maid in the villa, and they did not see that the two masters had all woken up, and they found this place all the way, and saw that the two were on the rise, so they hid behind the tree.

Ji Qiang is on the rise, the song and the dance rise and fall together, and a small fish splashes on the river, which is a beautiful scenery like the gods in the painting.

The palace maid whispered: "The lady dances beautifully, and it is really rare to see the goddess of the nine heavens above the heavenly palace." ”

The flute dance is harmonious, Xiao Yin is curling, and the dancing posture is fluttering, and gradually it all slows down, as if there is nothing. The body is like a soft willow in the wind, and it is fixed with the lingering sound of the beam.

This mountain villa is not far from the Lingyin Temple, and the next day Ji Qiang went to the temple with Xia Jingnian to offer incense.

It's a rainy day, and the light rain is also exquisite. Xia Jingnian seems to have picked such a rainy day, there are not many people in the temple, only occasionally one or two old women lead their children and grandchildren to ask for a good future.

Xia Jingnian and Ji Qiang came to worship this time, and they also dressed lightly, and only brought a few people to wait. Behind him, two maids holding umbrellas carefully helped Ji Qiang step by step on the long steps in front of the temple.

As the saying goes, sincerity is spiritual, and the long steps in front of the temple are the first step of sincerity.

Lingyin Temple is very large, although it is not as magnificent and fine as some temples that were trimmed later, it is the oldest existing temple in Dachen. The temple is simple and atmospheric, and the incense burners placed at random outside the house are all old antiquities.

A richly dressed woman led a pair of sisters who were dressed as Ji Ji out of the main hall, Xia Jingnian looked familiar, and Ji Qiang had completely forgotten it.

However, the silver-haired old woman looked at the two of them with a surprised face, and was about to lead a pair of sisters to kneel down and salute, but Xia Jingnian opened his mouth to "exempt the courtesy" and exempt the number of courtesies.

"I am a private visit, just an ordinary pilgrim." Xia Jingnian was kind to the old woman. Ji Qiang stood behind him without saying a word, looking at the raindrops dripping from the eaves, and didn't look at those things.

"This ...... The queen mother is, don't remember the courtiers? The old woman muttered strangely.

Xia Jingnian didn't have much to explain, so he just smiled and didn't say anything.

The sandalwood fragrance in the temple is cloudy and smoky, scattered in the air, because of the rain and fog outside, it has diluted a lot. The breath was mixed with the smell of damp grass and sandalwood from the ancient temple, and Ji Qiang and Xia Jingnian held three bamboo sticks in their hands.

There is a row of futons in front of the Buddha statue, a row of incense burners on the table, and the incense ash is thickly accumulated. Entering the main hall, Xiao Shami handed the unlit bamboo incense to the two of them, Ji Qiang and Xia Jingnian took it respectively, lit the incense from the incense candles burning on both sides, and then knelt down on the futon in the center.

Sincerity is spirituality, Ji Qiang held incense in her hand and looked at the Buddha with the height of the dome, and prayed silently in her heart. Together with Xia Jingnian, she bowed to the Buddha three times before inserting the incense into the incense burner.

The two went out of the main hall together, and Xia Jingnian said: "I still have to go to the backyard and play chess with the abbot." You lead people around the temple first, and if you are tired, go back to the car to rest. ”

Xia Jingnian went directly to the backyard after the instructions, the Lingyin Temple covers a huge area, the abbot's backyard is not with the disciples, but is located in the back mountain, separated from the front hall and the backyard, a small single wooden house between the green trees and green vines, and the world is independent.

The abbot was already waiting for Xia Jingnian in the courtyard, and the two sat opposite each other at the table.

The situation on the chessboard has changed, Xia Jing has been in the upper hand since the beginning of the year, and now that the limelight is gradually passing, he is gradually losing to the old abbot who has always acted lightly and conservatively.

"The donor's heart is trapped, just like this chess game, he can't sink into his heart." The old abbot spoke at the right time to remind.

"But what's the solution?" Xia Jingnian humbly asked the abbot for advice.

"I can't solve it now, the donor shouldn't play chess with the old man here, there are still things waiting for the donor in the front yard. When everything is settled, the knot will slowly be untied. The old abbot put down the chess pieces in his hand, stopped playing chess with Xia Jingnian, and slowly paced back to the house.

Soon, the front hall.

Ji Qiang led all the maids who came to visit the palace this time, although they didn't bring many attendants, they all followed behind them, and the number was more or less objective.

Ji Qiang looked at everything and walked by, there was no way, now the rain gradually stopped, and the pilgrims gradually came to the temple. She has finished her worship, and she must not bring her servants in and disturb the piety of others.

She lacks interest all the way, walks around and watches the flowers, the front hall is not small, but it is also similar, it is nothing more than many large and small Buddha statues set up incense burners and futons, nothing else. She walked all the way through the front hall and gradually walked into the garden.

It is the rainy season at the beginning of spring, although it is dripping all day long, but it still does not affect the flowers to bloom as usual, and the flower buds in the courtyard have gradually revealed the flower bones, and a bud wants to put the picture. This scene finally won Ji Qiang's favor, and now there are not many people, they are still gathered in the front hall, and the garden is empty.

She gradually went deeper, but suddenly heard a female voice moaning and pouring out in the sealed Buddhist hall in front of her. Ji Qiang was shocked, the holy land of Buddhism, hiding female dependents?

She retreated from the small house, and only brought the two Xi'er Leng Xiang with her body to take a closer look.

When I got closer, I could see that the Buddha hall had been abandoned for a long time, and the moans of the female voice became more and more clear, vaguely mixed with the low panting of the male voice; The sound of flesh slapping, Rao is Ji Qiang's two little girls who had not passed through the door both blushed.

Now that it was confirmed, Ji Qiang hurriedly took Xi'er all the way to the place where the little girl was waiting. But this courtyard is in disrepair, the underground potholes are uneven, Ji Qiang was flustered, she didn't see her feet, she tripped and fell to the ground.

Xi'er Lengxiang hurriedly went to help her, but she couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed and shook, and she fainted because of this fall. The two were shocked, and Xi'er panicked to call the little guys who were waiting not far away...... Ji Qiang was half-lying on Leng Xiang's lap, her eyes were closed, she couldn't hear others calling, and she was unconscious.