The place where Bodhi Zi chose to retreat is not the kind of remote valley where people stay outside the world, but an unknown small temple in a small city, the name is very spiritual, called "Mingyue Temple", although there is no trace of the charm of the bright moon inside and out, the incense is not prosperous, and there are not many meditation rooms, but it is enough for two people to settle down, and no one goes to disturb it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know when Bodhi Zi was familiar with the abbot of this small temple, the other party is a seventy or eighty-year-old solemn monk, and Bodhi Zi has a good posture of two brothers, the painting style is really a little spicy, the friendship is so good, not to mention collecting their incense money, let them eat and drink for nothing, and live in vain.

When he tasted the first bite of the food, Yang Muqing suddenly understood why Bodhi didn't choose so many places with beautiful mountains and rivers, except for the reason of saving money, which is not true or false, it should all be for the food here.

Maybe this is also the reason why Bodhizi, who doesn't like to make friends, has such an iron relationship with the old abbot of this small temple.

The taste of this dish is not much worse than the skill of the chef of a five-star hotel.

A plate of simple brine tofu can remind you of the girl's face you kissed when you were young.

A plate of home-cooked shiitake mushrooms and cabbage can make you feel that the fish, sheep and seafood you have eaten are less than one-tenth of it.

Bodhi Zi is completely happy, never asking what day it is.

If there is a retreat, there will be an exit, but that is not the crux of the matter.

The question is who is in retreat with whom, such as Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing, the most uncooperative master and apprentice in history.

Yang Muqing was anxious to get out of the customs as soon as possible, and signed a twenty-day gentleman's agreement with Bodhi Zi before the retreat, and even promised that as long as Bodhi Zi taught properly, he was even willing to accompany him to Yuanming Villa, the territory of Yuan Su.

Bodhizi was eager to imprison him for a year or two so that he could have time to teach him what he had learned all his life, and he was very disdainful of the idea that he wanted the devil to achieve a quick success, and that gentleman's agreement was basically a dead letter in his eyes.

This gentleman's agreement is not counted, but Bodhi Zi set up an overlord treaty for Yang Muqing, during the retreat, no one is allowed to mention the three words "Murong Cao", Bodhi, who is not on the right path with her, will naturally not mention it, but Yang Muqing will pop out her name from time to time like a conditioned reflex, and as for the punishment for breach of contract, it is not allowed to eat.

It's just that Bodhizi's attempt to use physical pain to make Yang Muqing forget Murong Cao for a while has not been effective, although Yang Muqing no longer says it, but as long as Bodhi Zi sees that he is distracted again, he doesn't even need to confirm with his eyes, he must be thinking about someone.

Yang Muqing is very calm when practicing, that realm can no longer be regarded as "not hearing things outside the window", when his attention is concentrated, he will completely ignore Bodhizi's various naughty provocations, even if he scratches his feet with a dog's tail, he will be indifferent.

Bodhizi can't stand the stuffiness at all, as long as he is ignored for more than ten minutes, he will shout and smoke crazy, and Yang Muqing will be counted as if his father does not love his mother, and now his mana is as usual, almost unscrupulous, which makes Yang Muqing very helpless.

The most headache is: Yang Muqing has an excellent memory among ordinary people, but there is still a gap between the genius-level characters of Bodhizi, Bodhizi's patience is almost gnawed by dogs, often a mental secret that is longer than a footcloth, only willing to teach it once, and the rest will be handed over to Yang Muqing himself to "comprehend", and he has to endure his inhumane disgusted eyes.

It's a shame better than ordinary people looking at the mentally retarded.

After all, one is to learn with sincerity and sincerity, and the other is also to teach with sincerity and sincerity, and the teaching effect of these 20 days is simply better than the cumulative effect of "mentorship and filial piety" in the previous ten years.

Yang Muqing said he was very satisfied.

Bodhi Zi also has nothing to say.

On the twenty-first day, before the little monk who needed to do morning classes got up, Yang Muqing began to pack his luggage in Bodhizi's undisguised white eyes.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Rush to reincarnation? ”

Bodhizi smothered his head with a blanket, which had grown a short stubble of hair—he would not admit that it had been deliberately shaved before coming to please the abbot of Mingyue Temple; Looking out the window with a sad face, the moonlight was still pleasant—the sky was faintly bright, the morning glow had not risen, the morning mist was filled, and a little treetops were reflected in the distant sky, and a shallow waning moon hung on the treetops; Touched his stomach, which was especially active this morning—if nothing else, he hadn't eaten vegetarian food for a while.

"It's at least a week to go back and forth from Yuanming Mountain Villa, I said a month at most."

Even if Bodhi thinks on his toes, he knows to whom the promise of this month is made.

"Hehe, do you think you won't be able to play without the Spirit? Don't be self-inflicted, you've only been there for two or three months, and before you weren't there, weren't people still in the same way? You take yourself too seriously...... Maybe as soon as you go back, you'll find that she has already recruited several handsome guys as assistants, and with her virtue, what can't she do, ah? ”

Bodhi's eyes were closed, every eyelash was claming reluctantly, he just wanted to sleep again.

Wake up early? Why don't you kill him......

The movements of Yang Muqing's hand stopped for a long time, a trace of uncertainty flashed on his face, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence gloomily.

"Let's go our separate ways."

The implication is that you can break into the Yuanming Villa by yourself, and you don't have to go back to the spiritual office, we are all here.

Don't go back to ask the tangled question of the spiritual place, Bodhizi hasn't thought it through, but there is a ban on him within a radius of ten miles from Yuanming Villa, as long as he "enters", Yuansu will definitely receive the message as soon as possible, then he will really die before he can get out of the school, but Yang Muqing, this kid is favored by Yuansu, and he can be unimpeded in Yuanming Villa, which forced Bodhizi, who is in full power of mana, to still pull his apprentice aggrieved and go together.

As soon as these cruel words were spoken, Bodhizi suddenly softened, and he slowly straightened up like a tofu cube broken into several balls, and began to close his eyes and look at the clothes on his body.

"I took the time to learn a few dishes from Master Saitang yesterday."

Yang Muqing saw that he was willing to move, and the expression on his face was like the beginning of spring snow, revealing a little warmth that he had never noticed.

"Hmph."

Although Bodhizi's tone is still a little awkward, his movements have obviously returned to normal from the inconvenient state of his hands and feet in his seventies and eighties, and Yang Muqing said, "I have learned a few dishes", and he must have learned eight or nine points.

To be honest, if it weren't for the sake of delicious food, he would have been bored with this desolate place where birds don't, and he would have been very happy to think about not having to deliberately lose to the old abbot who stinks amazingly in chess, hahaha~

In these years, it's really not easy to be a good master~

The breeze crept through the wooden window and blew a farewell note pressed against the table.

The first rays of morning light shone on the bluestone road, stretching the two already slender shadows longer.