The Sanskrit sound echoes slowly, and the flowers and leaves in the courtyard are one after another-

Yaori City, Sichen Temple.

Who walks idly in the courtyard, but it is not a pure Buddhist hall with pure blue bricks?

In the back hall of Sichen Temple, the foot is the vitality of Weirui - it is unexpectedly vast and disturbing, but it does not seem abrupt, and it feels that the Sanskrit sound is in the ear, and it calms the mind.

Meng Xuan has been separated for more than half a month, and she is still not used to it at this time. has been together for ten years, and at this time I suddenly came back to my senses, and sure enough-

Habit is a terrible thing.

"Donor, what do you want to ask for and what kind of fate do you want to solve?"

"I ......"

Before my cousin-in-law Luo Wantian finished speaking, the abbot bowed, "The donor Buddha is kind-hearted and blessed, don't worry about it, but please follow the fate." ”

Dongfang Yan watched coldly and was not interested at all, and did not wait for Luo Wantian to answer, Shi Shiran saluted, "I have no intention of passing by here, and I have no intention of asking for a signature, but I sincerely worship the Buddha to show respect, forgive me, take the first step." ”

The abbot was still in that calm appearance, but the little novice looked at the back of Dongfang Yan-

Bright, covered with a hint of late winter's light cold, so bright, just ...... I can't understand her Zen language.

At this time, the shallow grass was not above the ankles, itching, watching the light cyan robe gently sweep the grass sadly, the heart was clear, and in a trance, this green grass also gave birth to three points of interest.

Walking in a daze, her mind was completely empty, but she was a little dazed - why did she appear here?

But it was my cousin Meng Fanlin who sent a letter to invite him yesterday, and he came to Meng's Mansion today to talk about it, but what did he expect - the bench was not yet hot, and he was pulled into the carriage by his sister-in-law? !

The change in style was so sudden that she felt a little dreamlike at this time......

Unconsciously looking up, it is the Bodhi green leaves are lush, light pink and deep vermilion, and the Bodhi flowers blooming in the second bloom are extraordinarily delicate -

This year, it also opened exceptionally early, which is particularly eye-catching.

"The first time the donor came here, what do you think of this temple?" Someone spoke quietly, but he couldn't hide the three points of frivolity.

Dongfang Yan looked around blankly, and in the corner of the courtyard was a small stone table, on which the three aged wooden teacups on the table had been polished smooth, and the years had smoothed out the edges and corners of people, but time had smoothed out—

Sawdust pricking hands on teacups.

Dongfang Yan smiled, Shi Shiran saluted but didn't plan to respond, just about to raise his feet, who spoke?

"Female donor, meeting is fate, why rush to come and go?"

Her steps were half-lifted in the air—paused, and finally fell back to where she was, and with a twist of her tiptoes, she walked up to the stone table.

She was not polite, and sat directly on the stone bench and picked up the wooden teacup on the table with one hand, "Dare to ask the master's number?" But it is mainly anti-guest, it seems that the words are a little sharp and impatient, and the voice is cold, which sounded in the backyard of the pure Buddhist hall, which is particularly abrupt.

But because of the vastness and inclusiveness of the Buddhist hall, it is so harmonious.

The master didn't seem to care, his eyes narrowed, barely clear, but it didn't make people feel frivolous. But if you look closely, there is a different world. There was an empty look in his eyes, as if everything had entered his eyes, and it seemed that his face was bleak and cold.

The world——

Everything is vain.

"The Dharma name is dusty, the donor's face is calm, his steps are hurried, but it is difficult to hide his carelessness and impetuousness, it is better to listen to my Buddhist hall chanting, what does the donor think?" The monk replied politely, with a rare easy-going smile on the monk's face—

It's not the serious faces of the monks outside, or the smirk that is stiff but has a fixed angle, such a smile is very casual and casual.

Dongfang Yan was slightly interested, and looked at the monk in front of him twice, not as thin as other monks, but the dusty monk in front of him looked plump, which made Dongfang Yan think of the laughing Maitreya he had seen in the Buddhist hall in his previous life. At this time, Chen Xuan didn't care about Dongfang Yan's unbridled look, he only gently picked up the teacup and took a sip, his face was full of comfort, but it was like tasting the most beautiful wine in the world, and suddenly people felt that this was the realm of great freedom, which was difficult for mortals to understand.

She didn't understand, and she didn't look anymore, looking down at the teacup in her hand.

I don't know what kind of wooden teacup, but it contains most of the cup of clear tea that can't see the color, but it's clear. The water waves reflected the blank look on his face like a mirror-

It seems that since she returned to the dawn of the sun, she has always been in this state - she has no idea what to do, and she is in a mess until now.

and then was pulled out by the sister-in-law who saw her for the second time today! Meng Fanlin sent it to the door, his face was nostalgic and serious, but now, he could vaguely see that there was a small and ubiquitous smile in his eyes, softening the water chestnut.

I haven't seen him for ten years, and the eldest brother has grown into a handsome son, and his demeanor is more like his uncle Meng Yunfei.

Raise your glass and want to drink, whose call suddenly rings in your ears?

"Sister!"

She turned around, but she saw Luo Wantian running from a distance, she seemed to shout from afar but hurriedly covered her mouth, looked around a little apologetically and playfully, and was relieved to find that no one was coming, looking at Dongfang Yan's figure that just blocked the figure of the dusty monk.

Luo Wantian asked in a low voice: "Sister, why did you come here, the Buddhist temple is outside, and it is said that you can't come in here." ”

Dongfang Yan smiled, and was about to go out when she heard her sister-in-law say this, but who suddenly opened her mouth to keep her?

"Female donor, stay."

In a word-Luo Wantian was surprised, but she kept Dongfang Yan's footsteps, and she turned back suspiciously, puzzled.

In his ears, the voice of dust as light as clear water sounded, and he didn't get up when he saw it, but smiled and saluted this side and spoke.

"Buddha has a fate, meeting is fate, this is just a place to recuperate and chant scriptures, those who are destined to come here, there is nothing to do, just come, or taste a cup of tea, leave the root of the good good."

Luo Wantian only looked at Dongfang Yan but ignored that there were still people here, and at this time he came back to his senses and hurriedly bowed to the master, but he was no longer in a hurry, and simply pulled Dongfang Yan to the table.

Dusty looked at the footsteps of the two of them, but there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

I think of yesterday's place, this situation.

"Master, I'm bored in my heart, I don't want to ask for any signature, dare to ask the master to solve a word?" The handsome young man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but he could see the smell of red dust all over his body sitting in front of him, which was incompatible with the tranquility of this Buddhist hall.

"Donor, please speak."

The young man hesitated, and looked embarrassed at a cup of volley tea.

"But...... I don't know what I'm trying to decipher. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a bitter and unbearable expression on his face, but his eyes lit up, his fingers lightly dipped in the cup, and he drew a horizontal and folded hook on the stone table.

It was as if it was ten years ago, and this young man was also sitting here like this, and at that time, the dust was not close to the Buddha's fate, and he didn't understand the Buddha's meaning, so he shouted in the face of the ignorant young man-

But the game of the world, the game of the world......

At that time, Chenyu was also an ascetic monk, but his Taoism was not as profound as it is now. At that time, it was just the first glimpse of the truth of Buddhism, but it was still full of greed, hatred and resentment. The thin figure, compared to today, I am afraid that the young man ten years ago will not recognize him when he sits in front of him again.

Now that I have changed my face and mood, I see a different excitement when I face this young man again.

The young man looked at the master with an anxious look, "Dare to ask the master, what is the meaning of the word moon?" ”

The master smiled profoundly, picked up the wooden cup with both hands and took a sip, "The word moon is not difficult to solve, but what is difficult to solve is fate......"

Sima Xuan's puzzled expression emerged, and he seemed to be a little impatient when he watched the master drink tea slowly, but he waited patiently after all.

The master watched the young man's expression transition from anxious and confused to calm, and finally smiled at this moment and slowly spoke.

"There is a moon in my heart."

He swiped his fingers lightly on the stone table, and added two vertical points of 'resentment' to the word 'month' written by the young man.

He murmured as he gestured, "The moon is in the heart, and the heart is in the bones." His fingers dipped in tea again, and he continued to wander, three horizontal and one vertical, like a human rib, vivid and vivid.

Through the writing, one horizontal and one fold, the young man's expression is also changing, from the initial blankness has become a face full of astonishment, revealing an unbelievable look.

The master added a few strokes, and it was the word "love"?!

The young man looked at the words on the table, and only felt that he knew it horizontally and vertically, but why did it seem that he couldn't understand it now?

"If you have intention, you have no fate, if you have no intention, the word moon is not difficult to understand, but there is only one word of love in the world," Chen Xuan looked at the shocked expression of the young man in front of him, smiled slowly, and said: "The most, difficult, and solution." ”

He looked at the young man's dazed and shocked expression, just like looking at the girl in front of him dressed as a man, just like looking at the girl in front of him.

"The female benefactor's tea, I'm afraid I can't drink it now." With a deep smile, she looked at Dongfang Yan with a shocked and dazed expression, but her smile became deeper and deeper, "The female benefactor has not caused dust all the way, and she dares to ask ......"

Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Yan frowned, got up and saluted: "Master Chenyun is too worried, and he is not proficient in Buddhism, but now he has no intention of passing by here, and he has no intention of interpreting the words and signing them, so please let me retire first." ”

Luo Wantian looked at the hem of Dongfang Yan's delicate and dusty clothes, and then looked at his skirt, the skirt - but it was stained with blades of grass.

She looked at the deep smile in the dust, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry master, my sister ......"

Dusty but laughed deeper and deeper, almost laughing out loud, Luo Wantian looked at it, but dusty but could restrain his smile, and said with a smile: "It's okay, that female donor doesn't get involved in red dust, doesn't stain dust, and heartless people do ruthless things, but ruthless people are most afraid of people with hearts." ”

"It's fun, it's fun! Hahaha! He muttered for a long time and laughed three times! Finally regained the appearance of a monk, smiled at Luo Wantian in front of him, and spoke, "Volley tea, the donor may wish to drink it for that donor, it is beneficial and harmless to you." ”

After saying these words, he laughed and got up and went back to the Buddha hall.

And Luo Wantian couldn't come back to his senses at this time, looking at the back of Dongfang Yan, he was only surprised, but the Zen language of Fang Cai appeared in his mind, only that the Buddha's fate was difficult to understand, but he didn't understand?

The young man in Chinese clothes was Sima Xuan, but now, he was at a loss and didn't know why he appeared here, so he only stood at the temple gate and pulled a little novice and asked: "It was the dust master who interpreted the words for me yesterday?" ”

Xiao Shami looked at the slightly impatient look of the man in the Chinese costume in front of him and frowned. wiped off Sima Xuan's hand holding his sleeve without a trace, and only shouted a Buddha horn.

"Amitabha," he said slowly, "The temple is a quiet place, please don't be impatient." ”

Sima Xuan knew that he was impatient, scratched his head in a wry, and also apologized for the salute, before the little novice said, "Yesterday? Yesterday, it seems that the master of dust did help people solve a word, as if ...... It seems to be ......" Xiao Shami scratched the head of Guangguang, as if he was thinking hard, and finally thought of something before he spoke: "It seems to be a month ......"

Before the words fell, Sima Xuan had already asked anxiously, "Master Dust is available now?" I ......"

He asks questions quickly, and the little novice answers faster!

"Master Dust went into retreat yesterday after finishing the words."

Who was muttering, "Huh? I just saw Master Dusty in the backyard to explain the meditation for others......"

Xiao Shami's mouth opened, "Huh? The Dust Master came out to explain Zen again? But it was a wry smile on his face, "Uncle Shi said......

At this time, he was not in the mood to listen to the conversation of the little novices, but Sima Xuan's mind had already flown to the side, and the thin figure who had just come out of the side door was very familiar, and when he came back to his senses, he had already rushed to the front, "Yan'er!" ”

didn't wait for himself to react, but the words had already blurted out subconsciously.

Dongfang Yan looked at Sima Xuan, who rushed to the front of him regardless of his image, and his face was stunned......

Luo Wantian chuckled, looking at his sister with a rare look of shock. Now that I have only seen the second meeting, I seem to feel that Dongfang Yan is very fate and pleasing, otherwise I would not have pestered my husband to invite Dongfang Yan to worship the Buddha, oh, this is good, fate is coming?

"Yan'er, you also came to the temple to unsign?"

Dongfang Yan looked at the man in the costume in front of him, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a while, but he just wanted to open his mouth but realized that this was the gate of the temple, and there were many people coming and going, so he suddenly remembered that this was already Yaori City, not Ninghua Temple.

She was stunned for a moment, and immediately gave a salute, and then she was detached, and called softly, "The people see the second prince." The voice was soft enough for the two of them to hear, and after she finished speaking, she changed back to that calm and waveless face, and faintly bypassed Sima Xuanyang and walked away.

Sima Xuan: ......

Luo Wantian chuckled, but when he saw Sima Xuan looking over, he chuckled even more interestingly, "It turns out that my sister can still have some expressions, I just said that she will always put that face." ”

Luo Wantian looked at Sima Xuan's stunned expression, seemed to realize his gaffe, and also gave a salute, "Folk woman Luo Wantian, see the second prince." ”

Sima Xuan also couldn't reply and subconsciously nodded in return, but the words he asked didn't go through his brain, so that he was a little dazed at the moment, what he asked was......

"Has Yan'er ever interpreted the sign today?"

Luo Wantian was also stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

"I just said that she didn't listen to it herself, it seems that there is still a place to talk," she chuckled, and slowly spoke: "Master Dust actually gave her a divination, she was fine, but she didn't listen." ”

Facing Sima Xuan's inquiring look, Luo Wantian smiled and opened her red lips, but it was: "Heartless people do ruthless things, but ruthless people are most afraid of heartless people......"

Before the words fell, someone had gradually run away.

Luo Wantian stood in place and laughed to himself, only squinted his eyes and smiled: "This person is even more anxious, as impatient as that girl, and he doesn't listen to anyone to finish speaking?" ”

In the distance, there is a spring breeze that welcomes the winter snow blowing, mixed with the loneliness of the wind and the deeply buried feelings that may not be known to him, catching up with the figure of who is faintly leaving, and his clasped hands with her, do they also reflect the distant and unknown future?

The ground is full of life and is quietly born from under the soil, and at this time, the sprout of spring is brewing, waiting for one day-

Breaking through the ground.