The smoke of the dilapidated courtyard on one side was curling, the wooden door had been decayed by the wind and rain, the boiling water on the stove was tumbling, and the precepts were dressed in a thin coarse cloth and gray clothes, and they did not feel cold in this February day.

The firewood knife in his hand was fast and sharp, and soon a bundle of firewood was piled up in the corner of the wall.

The bald master was lying on a simple wooden recliner in the courtyard, leisurely holding a purple clay pot and drinking tea without taking a sip, and from time to time he had to dislike a few precepts and chop wood unevenly.

Li Junche wore a blue dark striped robe, stepped on the wet mud in front of the door of the house, and before he could speak, he could not speak, so he ordered: "Good apprentice, the guest is here, hurry up and cook tea to greet you." ”

The precept should be heard, he hurriedly put aside the woodcutter in his hand, looked up and smiled at Li Junche, and then went into the stove to work.

Li Junche's expression remained unchanged, and he only glanced at the neat and tidy courtyard, sat on the low stool beside the master without any shelf, and smiled lightly: "The precepts are also the presiding officer of Hanshan Temple, how did he come to the master, and he is still like a little novice who has not yet been a teacher." ”

sucked the coarse tea on the spout of the purple clay pot, and couldn't raise his eyebrows: "Even if you become the host of this Guiyuan Temple in the future, you are still the apprentice of Lao Gao, so that the call is not enough?" ”

The precept brought tea to Li Junche on an unlacquered tray, and also laughed: "Master is right. ”

Master Erlang cocked his legs and snorted softly at the corners of his lips.

I took another sip of tea, stepped on the dirt on my toes, shook the rocking chair under him a few times, and stretched out his hand to point a little Li Junche: "You villain, even the old man dares to look at the liner, when this Guiyuan Temple is your home." ”

Li Junche scolded him once, but he was not annoyed, and defended: "Where is the matter, the master is too worried, isn't it a coincidence that I am not coincidental." ”

"Coincidentally? The precepts only entered Beijing yesterday, and you came with you today, so coincidentally? The old monk snorted lightly: "Although the old man has eyes and no beads, he is not wasted in the end, don't you know if he has eyeliner?" ”

asked him to expose it, Li Junche lowered his eyes and smiled, and didn't say anything else, but said: "I still can't hide anything from the master." ”

Master Unable snorted again, and didn't dig deeper.

Now that the situation between the DPRK and China is getting worse and worse, the Yongjing Palace's battle against Goryeo has exposed its strength, and those few princes who are eyeing each other, which one of them is not staring at the Yongjing Palace, Li Junche is also afraid that the fire will burn to the master again, so he sent someone to protect him.

The precepts have been beaten out of Beijing, and it is the first time to return to Beijing, and this time it came suddenly, and it was also for the sake of not being able to master.

The master can't recognize that Li Junche is not a two-time experience, so he naturally knows his thoughts, but if he says a few words, he doesn't really care.

Just thinking that he was about to leave Beijing, he couldn't help but sigh that he had lived in Kyoto all his life, and he never thought that he would be old, but he would have to go somewhere else to die.

No one spoke in the courtyard for a while, only the sound of the precepts picking up the wood knife again and chopping wood.

Again and again, very regular.

After half a loud sound, he put down the purple clay pot in his hand and waved his hand towards the precepts: "Don't cut it, just burn it enough." ”

Then he said, "Add some tea." ”

The precepts put down the firewood knife again, took the purple clay pot and went to the stove to get busy.

couldn't be blind, only frowned slightly, and sighed: "The old man calculated a hexagram for you a few days ago, ......" said and shook his head with a wry smile: "Although the fate has changed, it is still a mixed blessing." ”

When Li Junche heard this, the hand on his knee clenched into a fist, and his heart tightened.

In previous years, he had no desires, no more than one day and one less day of life, and even if he had already lived twenty-six, he should not take it seriously.

With Wei Jingshu behind him, he spared his life and didn't let go of it if he could live one more day.

Since Wei Jingshu appeared, the precepts have not been said, his life has changed, and he also expects to change, not seeking wealth and glory, so that he can live with Wei Jingshu until he is old.

couldn't bring him any good news, but continued: "You have obtained twenty and four at this age, this life and death catastrophe will only be advanced, will not be postponed, if it passes, the second half of your life will naturally be peaceful and joyful, if not, then the old man will have to recite the scriptures to you every year." ”

As he spoke, he recited the Buddha's name.

He is a monk, and he has not asked about anything for many years, even if he can calculate the fortunes of heaven, he has never said a word.

experienced that catastrophe in his early years, and the fire in his heart had already burned out, if it weren't for the favor he owed Li Junche, he would not be willing to risk his life for ten years in exchange for this hexagram.

Li Junche's face turned pale slightly, but in the end he was still stable, silent for a while, and pretended to smile relaxedly: "Life and death are fate, it seems that the master has to keep a few more kinds so that he can continue the incense." ”

If you can't master it, you don't have eyeballs, otherwise you have to roll your eyes.

Li Junche said again: "Master, is there a way to solve the instability of the inner son's soul?" ”

"Which one are you talking about?"

Who doesn't know that Li Shizi married two beautiful wives, one is gentle and skillful, and the other is delicate and lovely.

It is impossible for the master to know which one Li Junche is talking about, but just now this person disgusted him as a monk, and this son also teased him.

Li Junche changed his sitting posture, and did not expose the inability of the master, but said: "Naturally, it is the one that the master has seen." ”

Before the words fell, the precepts of changing the tea came out of the stove, and said with a lot of mouth: "That girl's life is seven or eight points similar to yours, and it is difficult for you to say whether you have it or not, and you still have the heart to worry about others." ”

Unable to take the purple clay pot from the precepts, he nodded in harmony.

He also said very profoundly: "Your lady is not a simple person......

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When Li Junche came out of the courtyard where he could not be a master, his face was as pale as paper, his legs trembled slightly, and his feet were like a thousand gold.

Chu Shifang was patrolling around, and when he saw Li Junche like this, his face was rarely dyed with worry.

"Master, but what's uncomfortable?" A few steps forward, and he made a gesture to help him.

Li Junche waved his hand, only next to the yellow muddy wall, and took a few breaths before he eased up, but his heart was still panicked.

Wei Jingshu accompanied Yu's Zhao Yujiao to worship the Buddha in Guiyuan Temple, and used vegetarian food.

Because Li Junche was unwell, he didn't go to Wei Jingshu, but only sent someone to talk to her.

Wei Jingshu remembered him in her heart, and specially asked the master of Guiyuan Temple for a plate of Buddha lotus cake, wrapped it and brought it to Li Junche.

Because it was cold and she didn't have a food box, she was afraid that the pastries would cool quickly, so she covered her arms and trotted all the way to the carriage of the Shizifu.

Li Junche's face was as usual at this time, and he was leaning against the wall of the car to close his eyes and recuperate, and he slowly opened his eyes when he heard the movement.

Seeing that Wei Jingshu offered treasures, she seemed to take out a bag of snacks from her arms, and then rubbed her chest again, muttering: "Fortunately, it's cold." ”

Even if it is cold and thick, it is also called this pastry hot heart, if you wear it thinner, you have to peel off the skin.

Li Junche noticed her small action, frowned, glanced at the bag of dim sum, and said helplessly: "I haven't seen a gluttonous cat like you, and I don't let go of the dim sum in the temple." ”

sat up straight again, stretched out his hand and teased her clothes: "Look at it for the husband, see if it hurts." ”

I'm afraid the burns have never been, but they must have been red.

Wei Jingshu was afraid that he would be worried, so she covered her clothes and didn't show him, but said: "It's cold in the carriage, if you want to see it, go back and see it." ”

There was a big snowstorm a year ago, but this year is much colder than usual, and you have to wear a thick leather jacket to withstand the cold in February.

Li Junche remembered that she had contracted a cold disease for a long time earlier, so she had no choice but to give up, but she reprimanded her with a straight face: "You can't do this again in the future, how good is it if you get burned." ”

Wei Jingshu nodded like garlic, opened the bag of dim sum and handed it to Li Junche: "I thought you were afraid that you didn't eat, so I specially brought it to you." ”

"You try, I think all the fasting food in Guiyuan Temple is not bad for this snack." As he spoke, he took out the warm tea from the warm cage in the carriage, touched it and it was still warm, and poured another cup for Li Junche.

Li Junche took the bag of snacks, unable to speak for a while, looking at Wei Jingshu's eyes mixed with many complicated emotions.

Long before Wei Jingshu returned, he had selfishly thought more than once that if there was really such a day, he would simply take her to the underworld.

But this time, I was extremely reluctant.

Even if he dies by himself, she remarries and forgets herself, he is reluctant to follow the person in front of him.

Li Junche blinked twice, hid the unspeakable emotions in his eyes, reached out and took Wei Jingshu into his arms, put his chin against her forehead, and chuckled: "If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for." ”

Wei Jingshu didn't know what he was thinking, so he just laughed: "Come on, I'm afraid that others don't know how many books you read." ”

As he spoke, he pushed Li Junche again, sat up straight again, and pointed to the Buddha lotus cake: "Eat it quickly, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

Li Junche looked at her eyebrows, stretched out his hand and twisted a piece into his mouth, took a bite, the entrance was slightly bitter, but it was sweet and aftertaste under the chew.

He ate it in his mouth, but he was thinking about something else, and he couldn't help but say half-jokingly and half-tentatively: "I'm afraid that the pastry will be cold, so you can ask the master of the hall to borrow a food box, and you can't risk burning yourself to cover it back." In the future, if the master is gone, how can you live with this temperament. ”

Wei Jingshu still had a smile on her face.