The stars shifted, the moon set in the western mountains, the sky gradually dimmed, and the slanting sun left golden fragments on the temple. At this time, the sun had not yet set, but the moon had already appeared in the sky, and the silvery white moon shadow left only a faint trace in the light blue sky.

Feng Tingxin and Jing Yi sat opposite each other under the gazebo in the backyard, pondered the tea bowl, looked at her worriedly, Feng tilted his head slightly, signaled him to rest assured, pondered for the two of them to fill the tea, and left.

The two of them were silent for a long time, only the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves of the Bodhi tree.

Feng leaned his heart to Jing Yi, and saw him closing his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, sitting still, with a slight smile on his face.

Even if he was sitting beside her at this time, Feng Qianxin still couldn't see through him, just like she couldn't see through the dust all the time.

Thinking of the pain in his heart, he raised his hand to pick up the teacup and took a big sip like drinking.

"Do you have hatred in your heart?"

Jingyi suddenly spoke, which made Feng pour his heart into shock, and raised his eyes to look at him, only to see that he had opened his eyes and his eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

"How can the master see it?"

"From the donor's eyes, how a person is disguised, love and hate will be projected in his eyes, and the donor's eyes at this time are not half bright, only a smear of dead ashes."

The teacup in Feng Qianxin's hand trembled, and finally slipped on the stone table, and the bang made her heart tremble.

The tea rolled down the table and onto the floor, dripping and simmering on the ground.

Feng Qianxin didn't speak, and in the deathly silence, there was only the crisp sound of water droplets hitting the ground, and the sound made people tremble.

"What Master Jingyi is asking now, is it related to the ritual at night?"

"Nothing to do."

Jing Yi's words were faint and fluttering, Feng looked up at him, and saw that he closed his eyes again at some point, his face was sad and joyless, if it weren't for those two words, she would have thought that he was settled.

"How come a monk who is a monk is also curious about love in the world?"

Jing Yi suddenly opened his eyes and collided with her eyes, for no reason, Feng Tianxin's heart trembled, and he even stopped breathing for a moment.

She hurriedly avoided his gaze, but Jing Yi chased after her eyes, and the voice spread in her ears: "The little monk is just curious, I am pure and pure, without heart and desire, the love in the mouth of the world, what kind of feeling, and what is the taste, I am just a little curious." ”

Feng Qianxin couldn't help but look up at him again, but saw a trace of confusion on his fine face, she was puzzled, and it was not unusual to fall in love with a monk.

"Do you have a hate in your heart?"

Shizuichi asked again, with a hint of urgency in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

"I ...... I don't hate, I just don't want to be reconciled. ”

Somehow, Feng Qianxin took off her guard at this time, perhaps, she also wanted to find someone to vent, she was so bitter in her heart that she couldn't help but say what she wanted to say to a strange and somewhat disgusted person.

"I have loved someone, I have complained about him, I have blamed him, but I still choose to love him without hesitation, even now, I know all the truth of the matter, I am only unwilling, sad, but I know very well in my heart, I ...... Don't hate him. ”

The cool moon rises in the east, the thin clouds are scattered, she raised her eyes to see the jade rabbit in the moon on the horizon, the moonlight is like a stream, the love she once thought about has already been shattered like a dream.

She smiled bitterly, her voice was fluttering, like a flower that would wither at any time: "He already knew that I cared about him so much, he set up a situation, calculated, and only relied on my love for him." has to use me again and again, I don't know it, but the love for him in my heart has been retreating step by step.

Yes, I really love him, and he does rely on my love for him to get even stronger. Even now, what I still can't forget is his starry eyes. It's just that he wants so many things that I can't give them......"

Feng Qianxin raised her eyes to look at the clear moon in the sky, her eyes were already foggy, and a tear slipped down silently and dissipated, but what she couldn't see was the hands tightly held in Jing Yi's sleeves.

"What about you...... Do you still love him? ”

There was a wind in the pavilion, and there was a slight tremor in the words of Jingyi, Feng Qian didn't care, his eyes drifted away slightly, and another tear flowed down.

"I killed her beloved, I originally owed him, all he wanted was to live, I don't blame him, I don't hate him, I used this life to pay him back, and I ...... I don't want to love him anymore. ”

"Don't you want to be in love anymore?"

Jing Yi muttered and repeated this sentence, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of these words.

The night has surrounded the entire Hualong Temple, and the contemplation has already lit the lights in the backyard, and the dim candle flame is swaying slightly in the night breeze, Feng Tianxin suddenly feels cold, and can't help but tremble.

She got up and said goodbye to Jingyi, who raised her eyes to look at her face and saw in a trance that a flower swaying in the wind in autumn would fall at any moment.

Jing Yi's heart hurt, he knew that she was already ready to die, and he knew that the belief in her heart was broken by his own hands.

He suddenly wanted to hug her, she and him, except for the desperate hug and hug, he never gave her half a bit of warmth.

Today, it's even more impossible.

Feng Tingxin smiled at him and turned to leave, and at this moment, not far away, a short knife with a chilling killing intent stabbed towards Feng Tianxin's heart like a cold current.

Feng Qian raised her eyes and saw the flying short knife, and at this moment, she didn't know how many thoughts she had in her mind.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms were lifted from behind, and Feng Qianxin saw a smear of gray blocking in front of her, and then the two fell straight to the ground, she was held in his arms, and in addition to Jingyi's beard, it was a touch of blood.

"Wang Jianping, where are you running?"

It was Jing Si's voice, he glanced at the men and women hugging each other in the pavilion, or went to chase Wang Jianping who ran out in a hurry.

"You, you're hurt?"

Feng wanted to break free from his embrace and check on his injuries, but Jing hugged her tightly with both arms.

"Why don't you get out of the way?"

Shizuichi asked, looking at her.

Feng tilted his heart and body stiffened, lowered his eyes lightly, but he answered the question for a long time: "I can't die......"

Jing Yi understood what she meant but didn't believe it, Feng leaned his lips and smiled, bitterness spread from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his lips and said, "I want him to live......"

Jingyi's heart trembled, and at this time, many monks poured in from the corner gate, Feng leaned and twisted her body to break free from him, Jingyi's arms were still clenched tightly.

"Master, you ......"

Under the dim sky and the early candle flame, Jingyi's face was bleak and dead, his lips pursed slightly, he smelled the footsteps getting closer and closer, sighed softly, slowly let go of his hands, and Feng leaned away as if he were running away.

Hearing that he and a group of monks helped him up, Feng poured a slight salute and said, "Thank you master for saving me." ”

Hearing this, he looked at the short knife inserted into Jingyi's chest, shook his head and sighed lightly: "Amitabha, good, good, good, no disaster." ”

Feng leaned into looking at the blood on his chest, pursed his lips and said, "Tonight's rituals are not as good as ......"

"Tonight's service is going on as scheduled." Jingyi suddenly spoke, his eyes down, his expression faint, as if the knife in his chest was not painful or itchy.

"Your injuries?"

"Out of the way."

Jing Yi waved his hand, and walked towards the corner gate with the support of everyone, Feng Qian looked at his back, and couldn't help but say: "The Dharma can be carried out tomorrow, and the master's injury is important." ”

"It's okay, the ritual will be carried out at the time of the child."

Jing Yi lightly threw out a few words and disappeared into the corner door, Feng Qian stood in the backyard and looked at the silver moonlight all over the ground, and his heart was empty for some reason.

——

Forget Chen stood in the room, took off his fake beard, revealing an angular handsome face, the corners of his lips were still bent with a very cold smile, the wound on his chest was wrapped up casually, and the pain in his heart made him more sober.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the room, standing behind him, looking at his back and laughing: "I really didn't expect that Qingyun Gongzi, who has always cherished his life, would have such an impulsive time." ”

"Mouthy."

Forget Chen's voice was cold, like a piece of ice, and the people behind him immediately stopped making a sound.

"Man solved."

Chen Zixi lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Wang Jianping...... I didn't kill him. ”

With a bang, Chen Zixi took a step back, half-knelt on the ground, felt a pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said respectfully:

"Childe, for the sake of my many years of loyalty, spare his life."

"You are affectionate and righteous, but he may not let you be his son." Forget Chen's voice was very faint, and he seemed to be enduring pain, I don't know if it was a wound on his chest, or something else.

Chen Zixi looked up at him: "Isn't there any love for the child, that knife, obviously you can dodge it." ”

Forget Chen seemed to be poked at the center, frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "You go, Wang Jianping, whatever you want." ”

Chen Zixi clenched his fists at him, turned to leave, but stopped again before leaving, thought about it and turned back to him: "Childe, if one day, she knows that everything is fake, what should she do?" ”

Forget Chen's breath and no words, Chen Zixi did not leave, but was waiting for his reply.

For a long time, the words of Forget Chen came faintly: "I don't love anyone, whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me." ”

Chen Zixi replied unexpectedly, but shook his head and said, "You will regret it." ”

With that, he turned and left.

Forget Chen's brows became deeper and deeper, and his heart began to hurt again, probably because Wang Jianping's stab was too deep, making him feel unprecedented pain.

Chen Zixi's words are still in her ears, why did she block that knife for her?

He didn't know either.

At that time, there was nothing else in his mind, only one thought, Feng Qian was worried that she couldn't die.

Forget Chen looked at the window, his eyes were a little drifting, thinking about it, she died, and he couldn't get immortality, Xu was this answer, he was very satisfied, and the corners of his lips overflowed with a sigh of relief.