"What if not?" Yin Jue evoked an inexplicable smile.

If you don't have it, you can't eat me, of course, Wu Ya only dared to slander her, "There will be no such situation." ”

"There will be a case for everything."

"It's really not like words that can come out of your mouth." Wu Ya muttered in a low voice, but it was not difficult to hear clearly with Yin Jue's ear power, so the smile on Yin Jue's face couldn't be hung up at once.

"Young master, go back quickly, the mountains here are high, and the wind is strong at night, so as not to catch a cold." Wu Ya didn't want to continue this boring topic with him anymore, and now she was hungry.

"That's fine, I'm not going to be infected by the cold of September." Yin Jue looked around, casually dragged the back chair not far away, and sat down steadily.

"Uh......" Wu Ya looked at him like he didn't plan to leave, and was a little embarrassed, "Young Master, what do you want to do?" ”

"I told you to, have a supper." Yin Jue's natural attitude made Wu Ya speechless for a moment, and resigned herself to inserting the chopsticks into the noodles, and walked back to the stove, "I can only cook noodles, and it's the easiest." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing Yin Jue's words, Wu Ya didn't say anything more, since the people who ate didn't mind, then she, the person who cooked, had nothing to worry about, so she concentrated on cooking noodles, in order to prevent her bowl of batter from falling out, Wu Ya brought it to the stove and ate a few bites in her free time. When the noodles were ready, Wu Ya turned around with the finished product with a sigh of relief, there was no one on the chair behind her, and she didn't even see a ghost, "Damn!" This food-wasting bastard. ”

The next day, the drizzle continued, everything was inconvenient, there was no arrangement in the house, it was regarded as a rest day for the next person, most of the women chose to stay in the residence, sat around and chatted about gossip, and the men went down the mountain to rest. Wu Ya doesn't like crowded places very much, although such a gossip conference can collect a lot of information, but for Wu Ya it is also extremely boring, it is difficult to get such a clean temple, and she can't give up rest time in order to collect some dispensable information. Their room is the place where the gossip conference gathers, and the girls from other rooms come to this house in twos and threes, of course, those girls also came last night, as soon as Wu Ya saw them, she remembered what happened last night, and she thought that she would inevitably be told by them, but unexpectedly, those girls just smiled at her and didn't say anything, although they felt strange, but Wu Ya was not interested in delving into it. Wu Ya sat in the "gossip center" for a while, then found an excuse to leave.

"Hi, little monk." Wu Ya was wandering around idly, and suddenly saw a small back in front of her, and hurriedly ran up in three or two steps.

"Donor, why are you here?" There was a deep surprise in Jing Xiu's round eyes.

"Uh...... I'm coming for you. Wu Ya told a little lie without blushing.

"What's the matter with the benefactor looking for me?" Because of the height disparity, Jing Xiu could only look up at Wu Ya, and the confused look almost turned Wu Ya into Wu Ya.

Wu Ya tried her best to resist the urge to pinch his face, and then said a reason "delirious", "Looking for you...... Discuss the scriptures. ”

As soon as Wu Ya's words came out, the meditation unceremoniously gave a questioning look, "Don't speak in front of the Buddha." ”

"You're not a Buddha." After speaking, Wu Ya still felt that this sentence of spit was good, but she didn't expect it to be a step lower.

"But behind me is the Dalun Palace." Dalun Hall is the main hall of Yong'an Temple, and the largest golden Buddha is dedicated here.

"Uh...... Well, I'm actually hanging out and then I see you and want to ask you out to hang out. Wu Ya shrugged helplessly, even if she was an atheist, she didn't want to speak in front of the Buddha, what if there was really a Buddha in this time and space?

"Donor, I'm going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy the scriptures today, and I don't have time to go out." Meditation pouted, he was also very reluctant to copy the scriptures, but there was no way, this was a compulsory course every month.

"Well, how can this be?" Wu Ya was disappointed, her only pleasure in the temple was deprived, "Then do you know where there is a quiet place to rest?" I'm going to catch up on sleep. ”

The retreat looked down seriously and thought about it, "This...... In the ......"

"Beast, beast, you don't even let go of such a small monk." A playful voice interrupted the retreat.

Wu Ya glanced at the knife, but the person who was slowly approaching still had the corners of his mouth curled, with a ruffian look, Wu Ya raised her head slightly, showed a wicked smile, and deliberately lowered her voice, "No matter what, I can't compare to someone who likes my brother." ”

"You!" The person who was poked in the sore spot glared at Wu Ya fiercely.

Wu Ya smiled proudly, but as soon as she looked down and saw Jing Xiu's eyes full of surprise and slightly open mouth, her smile immediately couldn't be hung up, and after a pause, she suddenly stretched out her hands to hold Jing Xiu's little fleshy face, "Little Master Jing Xiu, you shouldn't even take such a lie seriously, right?" ”

"Is it fake?" Silent asked sluggishly.

"Of course, but, little master of meditation, you are too precocious, but the monks have no desires and no desires, and the four are empty." Holding this little fleshy face with both hands, Wu Ya couldn't help but shamelessly pinch the face of meditation, oh - so comfortable to the touch.

"I, I've heard the wordless nephew say nonsense." Like a child who has done something wrong, the meditation moves his gaze elsewhere, like the whispering of a mosquito. Wu Yan was a lay disciple on the mountain a few months ago, and before he went up the mountain, he was the second ancestor of the official family, three or four years older than the meditation, and of course he knew much more than the meditation who had never descended the mountain.

"Master Meditation, don't believe these words, and it's best to stay away from that nephew of yours in the future." Dong Ye kindly admonished the retreat.

"Alright, Master Meditation, tell me a quiet place." Wu Ya pinched his face again, when he met Dong Ye, he must have something to talk about.

"There is a pavilion behind Wuling Pavilion and Parkway Pavilion, and no one usually goes there."

"Okay, let's go to the Scripture Pavilion quickly, or you will be taught a lesson by your master again." Wu Ya reluctantly let go of the little face of meditation.

Jing Xiu nodded and ran away, but after running a few steps, he turned his head to look at Wu Ya, then at Dong Ye, and after thinking for a while, he said a little embarrassed, "This, this is a quiet place for Buddhism." With that, he turned around and ran.

"Huh?" Wu Ya was stunned by these intrusive words, so she froze in place. However, Dong Ye came back to his senses first, and laughed without image when he held his stomach.