"Why don't we take a walk, the scenery on this mountain is pleasant, I said that I will accompany you to relax, I have arranged everything, you don't need to worry too much." If you walk forward for half an hour, you will be able to see a scenery that can only be found in Qinglu Mountain. I think you'll like it. ”

I was silent, and he didn't speak, just walking slowly one after the other. Sure enough, as he said, there is an old pavilion on the edge of the cliff, there is a stone tablet next to the pavilion, there is no word on the tablet, I stand in the pavilion, look down at the cliff at will, the maple leaves that are all over the mountains and fields will dye the sky red, the maple leaves on the slope move with the wind, the ups and downs are like magnificent waves, I can't help but sigh: "It's beautiful." ”

"This maple forest has a name, called the Red Sea of the Xiangjiang River. The mountain flowers are fragrant, the maple red is intoxicating, and it is the unique scenery of Qinglu Mountain. ”

Entering this Xiangjiang Red Sea, blood-stained is poignant, it is a rare good scenery, this situation, this scene, the surroundings are so quiet that I can hear my fluttering heartbeat, and suddenly I feel that people become small.

"Qi Ao—"

I just called out the name, the cold-faced man's back was stiff, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and I didn't pay attention to his reaction: "Why did he give up his bid for the throne?" After Dugu Hao handed me over to Chu Hong, although I was poured with tranquilizing grass, he knew very well that I was taken to the Southern Palace. ”

Since he already knew the purpose of my coming to Qinglu Temple, I simply confessed: "Chu Hong used me to force Qi Ao to give up the throne, what a ridiculous gamble, what a ridiculous gamble, what an even more ridiculous thing is that he actually won the bet, Qi Ao would rather save me than the throne he has at his fingertips." ”

"Neither I nor Li Xuan have the ability to give away a world, what do I give him a world? He was the one who forced Mrs. Tilting Moon to death, he was the one who took me hostage, and it was he who saved me, what kind of calculation did he make? ”

His questioning caught him by surprise, and after a while, he said indifferently, "If this is his own volition, just to save you—"

I subconsciously didn't want to have anything to do with Qi Ao, and I didn't want to lose my temper and shouted: "I don't know him at all, what position does he have to save me?" ”

He wasn't me, and I couldn't empathize with my panic. Qi Ao was still actively fighting for the throne before, obviously he was interested in the throne, and he would never give up just because of me, what do I have to do with him?

Somehow, I remembered Yuan Jing's intentional or unintentional hint that day, and my uneasy mood was even worse.

The beautiful scenery of the Red Sea in Xiangjiang was eclipsed, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, I walked out of the nameless pavilion in a bad mood, and walked quickly to the mountain, Qi Ao's trick was really insidious, he killed Mrs. Tilting Moon, and Li Xuan formed a grudge to kill his mother, but he saved me, let me owe him a favor, because I Li Xuan may not be able to seek revenge from him, this kind of scheming is very human.

The soothing grass in my body has not yet been exhausted, and I walked out of the long distance in my head, and finally I was exhausted and panting, seeing that a man who did not stand firm and swayed, fortunately the cold-faced man stepped forward to support me in time, he was worried about my emotions, and only persuaded me tactfully: "Don't be reluctant, the mountain road is rugged, your body is better, and you can't bear to walk so fast." ”

He half-squatted down in front of me and said softly, "Come up, I'll carry you up the mountain." ”

I was about to refuse, but he first wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs with both hands, and picked me up without saying that his back was thick and strong, and I felt a kind of customary stability on his back, as if he had carried me like this a long time ago.

"You don't want to hear the name of the city lord, I don't mention it, don't toss your body willfully."

He has always been silent and tolerant of my willfulness, never put pressure on me, and even sacrificed his life to save me. If we are not hostile, we may be good friends.

I lay on his back, so sad that I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. He said that the reason why Qinglu Mountain is called Qinglu Mountain is because a long time ago there was a person who was seriously ill, and his wife went into the mountain every day before dawn to collect the dew on the leaves to boil medicine for Xianggong, day after day, year after year, the relationship between husband and wife finally touched the heavens, and the husband's illness miraculously improved. The two of them get along with each other and grow old together.

People from generation to generation are the dew of this mountain that gathers the essence of the sun and the moon, and completes a couple, so it is named Qinglu Mountain, and the ancient temple on Qinglu Mountain is naturally called Qinglu Temple.

I never knew that the cold-faced man could say so many words, his voice was so clean that there was no impurities, and there was an inexplicable convincing power, and gradually I could listen to it and forget what I was angry about just now.

At the end of the stone steps is a quaint stone gate, an old monk stood at the door, saw us, his hands folded reverently: "Amitabha, the donor has come from afar, the temple has prepared a wing, please come with the poor monk." ”

The cold-faced man's face was quite big, and the old monk in the temple waited outside the door so politely, and personally led the way.

He also folded his hands: "There are high monks." ”

I whispered, "Hurry up and let me down." "In the land of Buddhism, how can men and women be so close?

He was open-minded: "I can't know that you are not feeling well, but I ignore you for the sake of the so-called Buddha, all beings are equal, and it should be regardless of men and women." ”

I almost forgot that he was a student of Buddhist scriptures, but fortunately I was still wearing men's clothes when I went out, and I was so much shorter than him that I would probably think that he was his younger brother, so I wouldn't be so embarrassed.

The old monk led us to the wing room, the temple is clean, there are several empty wings, the cold-faced man's room is next door to me, so there is a response, I and him in accordance with the rules of the temple, both of them have changed into monk's robes, cold-faced men look good, wearing a monk's robe is also beautiful, but I am not bad, left and right look at a handsome little monk.

He seemed to come to Qinglu Temple often, leading me to familiarize myself with the surrounding environment: "Behind the wing room is a natural hot spring, you can go there to bathe, no one will disturb you, tell me what you want to eat, there is a small kitchen outside the house, I can make it for you to eat, except for the forbidden land in the back mountain, you can go wherever you want, but remember, don't go far." ”

I took to heart what he said, and now he is the only person I can trust.

The monks in the monastery gathered in the lobby to meditate and practice the morning class the next morning, I could go or not to sleep lazy, wake up hungry, put on a simple monk's robe and freshen up, I went to the small kitchen to find food, opened the lid of the pot, and saw the porridge steamed buns in the pot that were still warm, remembering the words of the cold-faced man yesterday, my heart was slightly warm, he knew that I had always gotten up gas, and I must be in bed, so I made breakfast in advance, and waited for me to get up and eat.

He's such a thoughtful person.

I was eating breakfast when a young monk ran over, the door was wide open, he still politely buckled the door, and said timidly: "Childe asked me to see if the little boy had finished breakfast." ”

Childe refers to the cold-faced man, the little boy is naturally me, I haven't swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns in my mouth, and responded: "I'm eating, what's the matter?" ”

The little monk said honestly: "The abbot came back from his wandering yesterday, and he is worshipping the Buddha in the quiet room with his son, please go to the little boy." ”

He is quite efficient, and asking the abbot master to help me calculate a hexagram is just what I said, and he really cares about it.

I drank the last mouthful of porridge and wiped my mouth: "I'll go with you and ask the little master to lead the way." ”

"Little boy is polite, go this way."