An Feiran looked away awkwardly, and in the distance, Yichen, who had completed the succession ceremony, walked over with Wuxiang, his steps were gentle and rhythmic.

"When did the two female benefactors arrive?" Yichen has an easy-going attitude, and he doesn't look like a high-ranking monk, but like the old man next door, but this old man is different from ordinary people.

"I've seen the temple master." An Feiran and Ma Jingqing hurriedly put away their foolish appearance, and saluted Yichen seriously, An Feiran replied, "Just arrived for a while." ”

Yichen nodded: "This is my newly accepted disciple, his name is Wuxiang, according to his seniority, the two of you can call him uncle." ”

Wuxiang took out three pinched delicate clay figures from his sleeves, even An Zeqing had a share, and when he saw the three people opposite, he was stunned, and explained with a gentle attitude: "You actually called me uncle, this small gift is a meeting gift with the three of you." ”

There was still hesitation in his eyes when he was at the bottom of the mountain, and after he went up the mountain, he put the last bit of hesitation behind him, adapted to his identity, and put himself in the right position.

Although they had never heard of monks also giving gifts to their juniors, An Feiran and the three of them reacted very quickly, and they took the gifts with respectful hands and thanked them with all their mouths.

Knowing that he had been touched by a girl, he was so scorched that he woke up from the shock, and stretched out his hand to Wuxiang unceremoniously: "Uncle Shi, what about the meeting gift between me and Qingfeng?" ”

Wuxiang glanced at him calmly: "How old are you and you still want to meet and salute?" Shame on the matter. ”

Qingran was very innocent: "Uncle Shi, you are partial, no matter how old we are, we are all your juniors, we are all meeting for the first time, why only they have gifts, but we don't?" ”

Besides, it's only a year or two older.

Wuxiang's attitude was as always, his tone was gentle, but the words he said made people feel uncomfortable, and after listening to the straightforward request, he only shook his head calmly, admitting that he had not prepared gifts for them before.

After learning that he was treated differently, Qingran was very dissatisfied: "Why is Uncle Shi's move?" ”

He was already in a bad mood, after all, he was sent to the door not long ago to tease a little girl, and at this time, he was even more aggrieved when he saw that the new uncle was soft and hard.

Wuxiang glanced at An Zeqing: "Because this child is related to the Buddha." ”

An Zeqing, who had been said countless times to be related to the Buddha for some reason, looked ignorant, still holding a delicate little clay figure in his hand, and when he saw that his eyes were transparent, he replied with a clear smile.

This little uncle is very good at talking, and he likes it very much.

An Feiran quietly blocked An Zeqing behind him, stared at Wuxiang with an inquiring gaze, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said half-jokingly: "Uncle Shi, our An family only has such a lone seedling, don't play around." ”

Ma Jingqing thought so: "Indeed, no matter how deep the little cousin's fate with the Buddha is, he must not escape into the empty door, otherwise your national temple will be completely demolished." ”

With her uncle's temperament, whoever dares to touch her only son, she dares to take that person's life, not to mention that her uncle's identity is too noble, even if he turns the entire Great Zhou upside down, as long as it does not affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries, the emperor must treat her and Yan Yi.

An Zeqing, who had been out of the situation, finally reacted, and suddenly realized: "Does Uncle Xiao want me to shave my head too?" ”

"Nope." Wuxiang smiled and touched his hair: "If you shave your head because of my words, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess will be very angry." ”

Yichen said on the side: "Disciple, it's not early, we should go." ”

The crowd gave way.

Wuxiang followed behind him silently,

Before leaving, Yichen glanced at Qingfeng, who was also in awe of him, and his words dispersed with the wind and fell into the hearts of everyone present.

"From love comes sorrow, and from love comes fear. If you are separated from your loved one, you will have no worries or fears. ”

Qingfeng gradually became distracted, until An Feiran left, and Qingran called him several times but there was no response.

The sweeper came from a distance yawning, sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard with a large broom in his hand.

The broom was suddenly handed to Qingfeng's eyes, and Qingran knew that this master was going to class again, so he hurriedly covered his ears and fled to the side, not wanting to listen to it anymore and not daring to listen to it again.

Qingfeng stared at it, pursed the corners of his lips, reached out and took the broom, and said in a low voice: "Master, the fallen leaves in the temple can never be swept away, why do you keep holding the broom?" Clean three times a day, no matter whether it's windy or rainy, it never falls. ”

Sweeping monk: "It is true that the fallen leaves can never be swept away, just like the big tree above your head will never be bare, but if you don't sweep it, the fallen leaves will accumulate more and more, and one day you will not be able to see people, and at that time, it will be difficult to clean up again." ”

Qingfeng opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

He knew what Master meant, Master wanted him to put away the feelings in his heart as soon as possible, and he couldn't indulge his feelings wantonly, he was a Buddhist.

The master said so, and so did the master.

"I see."

He stopped talking, and slowly cleared the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

There are a lot of fallen leaves in the courtyard, but as long as he keeps and keeps this speed, he will always clean it up.

Seeing that he was silent, the sweeping monk stopped talking, looked at his back and slowly shook his head and sighed.

Seeing the other apprentice under the tree, hiding behind the trunk, as if he would find no one in this way, he became angry again, walked over in three or two steps, and unceremoniously pinched his ear with one hand and caught him from behind the tree.

"You little rabbit cub, is it really the devil that your master is? I saw you run away from afar, and I won't eat you, you see how you are as sensible as your junior brother, if you are half as smart as your junior brother, I don't have to worry so much all day! ”

The sweeping monk scolded loudly, as if he was not carrying his own apprentice but an enemy.

Qingran listened to the master's lesson, not only did he not repent, but shouted with him in a loud voice, covering his ears and shouting: "Master, you lied to people, you said a few days ago that I am much more worry-free than my junior brother!" Why do you blame me for not being as smart as my junior brother today? ”

"Your master can say whatever I want, where is there room for your beak, you will copy the Tao Te Ching to me twice after you go back to the meditation room tonight, and I will see it before lunch tomorrow, otherwise you don't have to eat."

"If the monks don't speak, you can't lie in front of the Buddha, Master, if you do this again, the Buddha will dislike you."

No matter what Qingran says, he can't escape the fate of copying the Tao Te Ching.

Sitting in the meditation room with a brush, a drop of thick black ink dripping on the white paper, Qingran couldn't stop sighing, thinking about it is really sad, some time ago he was still mocking Qingfeng to copy the Tao Te Ching ten times, copied day and night, and the spirit of the whole person looked much weaker during that time.

And today's retribution is coming, and he was actually punished for copying the Tao Te Ching!

It is really feng shui in turn, thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river.

The national temple occupies a huge area, the scenery is also beautiful, the most desirable is the old tree that I don't know how many years to live at the back of the state affairs, the trunk has more than a dozen people around and hugs the thick, the dense branches are sandwiched with countless red wishing strips, recording the wishes and expectations of countless people.

Except for some specific days, when the temple fair is very lively, the rest of the time it seems very deserted, but there are still several scattered people scattered around.

From afar, under a towering tree, there was a child in a half-worn monk's robe shouting, with a rotten chair and a rotten table in front of him, and a wooden pen in his hand to turn around, and a weak hand supporting his chin.

From time to time, a green leaf fell, and it happened to fall on top of his head, and he was irritable to take it down and put it in the small basket he had prepared aside, and in that basket had already accumulated half a basket of leaves.

Seeing a figure in front of him, the sick man yawned without raising his head, as if he was extremely sleepy, and asked, "Are you here to buy a wishing ribbon from me?" A piece of sanmon. ”

After speaking, he casually pulled a red wishing belt placed next to him, and spread out his other hand to the person in front of him, with the meaning of handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

He waited for a long time, but the person in front of him kept standing, but he didn't give him an answer, Xie Yi felt uncomfortable, his temper changed instantly, and he thought that those people had gone and returned and wanted to continue to watch his jokes, so he almost scolded.

Before scolding, his eyes were attracted by the half basket of leaves on the table, and he suddenly thought of what kind of place this was, and he had to suppress his stinky temper, and only his tone was slightly irritable.

"If you are a pilgrim who has come here to make a wish, then the wishing tape can only be bought from me, but if you are just here to enjoy the scenery, please move aside. I'm sorry you're blocking my rays. ”

He raised his head impatiently, and just as this was, a white and tender hand reached out to his hand, hesitantly took the wishing belt from his hand, and put nine copper plates on it.

"Master Xie Xiaohou, when did you change your career to sell wishing belts in the National Temple?"

Xie Yi's whole person froze, and all the sleepy insects ran away in an instant, subconsciously straightened his back, and the carelessness on his face finally disappeared, and he could no longer remain calm.

He cautiously looked at the little radish head that suddenly appeared in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, daring to poke his fleshy face, and one of them interrupted his movements halfway.

Smack.

Xie Xiaohou Ye aggrievedly covered the back of his hand that was instantly red, and looked to the other side, only to see that the man was looking at him very unhappily.

Ma Jingqing crossed her hands on her waist, making herself look like a shrew, and today she changed back into women's clothes, her simple clothes made her look unobtrusive, and she didn't have the usual noble girl practices at all.

"I said why are you so frivolous and unruly, no wonder you will be punished."

Having suffered enough of not knowing people's identities, Xie Yi did not get angry because of Ma Jingqing's actions, but asked cautiously: "Who are you?" ”

"This girl will not change her name, she will not change her surname, her surname will be Ma's name Qinqing."

"This is my cousin." An Zeqing said.