In Ding Xiaofan's eyes, the current summit of Xishan is like the prosperous era hundreds of years ago, not only the West Temple reappears in its true body, but also the entire temple is golden and extraordinary in the bright lights. At first glance, it looks as if the gods in the temple have descended, causing the light to shine on the earth, and the Sanskrit sound makes people intoxicated.

Ding Xiaofan was like a different person at the moment, sighing and striding towards the top of the mountain.

"Well, the time was set yesterday, but it looks like I'm getting late, what can I do?"

Qin Yan's eyes were like two sharp swords at the moment, staring at Ding Xiaofan while looking at the Guanxi Temple on the top of the mountain, and at the same time, he kept following this girl under his feet.

Old ghost in the West Mountain? Hmph, I originally thought that it was just a few old ghosts who had been wandering in the world for hundreds of years at most, with some qualifications and the ability to threaten other little ghosts, but now it seems that I really underestimated them.

Ding Xiaofan walked eagerly, but wherever her feet went, there were no thorns and weeds, so to speak, she walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

When she finally stood in front of the legendary Guanxi Temple, Ding Xiaofan stopped, she looked up at the Guanxi Temple, and her eyes of worship and longing were full of dripping. Then, she put her hands together, raised them to her chest, closed her eyes, and bowed three times to the brand-new temple gate of Guanxi Temple.

After worshipping, Ding Xiaofan opened his eyes and raised his feet to walk towards the temple, but as soon as he raised his feet, his body was pulled back two steps by a fierce pull.

"Who are you? Why pull me? ”

Facing Qin Yan, Ding Xiaofan looked up and down as if he had never known him, his eyes were puzzled and he glanced up and down, and when he saw that his arm was still being tightly pulled by him, he immediately reprimanded with an annoyed face: "Why don't you let it go?" Do you understand whether men and women give or receive kisses? ”

Qin Yan couldn't see any expression on his face, only a pair of eyes flickered and hit Ding Xiaofan's eyes, he didn't pay attention to Ding Xiaofan's question, and he didn't let go, and after repeated observations, his other hand quickly slapped Ding Xiaofan's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

With a "snap", Ding Xiaofan's head was slapped hard by Qin Yan.

"Ah.......h......h

Ding Xiaofan closed her eyes, she wanted to see the woman's face clearly, she wanted to see where she was and where she was going, but as soon as she wanted to implement it, these scenes in her mind immediately collapsed......

She shook her head, and when she didn't feel as dizzy as she had been, she slowly opened her eyes.

The temple on the top of the mountain is still there, and the lights are still brilliant inside, and the sound of the wooden fish tapping is accompanied by the low chanting sound, and the empty wild mountain top in this night looks strange and terrifying.

"It's ....... This is......? Ding Xiaofan, who was already fully awake, could naturally see that this temple was unusual, she rubbed her head that was still a little painful, stood up and looked around, when she was sure that the place she was standing now was the top of Xishan Mountain, but before she had time to wonder why she was climbing the mountain so well, she felt another even stranger thing, there was not a ghost around the temple!

When Ding Xiaofan looked around, Qin Yan was always staring at the gate of the temple, and his seemingly indifferent expression flashed a rare trace of surprise.

"Crunch,"

The hidden door opened, and with the sound of the door, a bald monk in a yellow monk's robe walked out.

The monk is not very tall, he doesn't look very old, at most he is twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he looks very good-eyed. The monk held a string of prayer beads in one hand, and put it in front of him in the palm of the other, he first bowed to Qin Yan, and then looked at the two people in front of him with a smile, and said lightly: "Distinguished guests are coming, if you don't dislike it, please talk about it in the temple!" ”

Qin Yan crossed his arms in front of his chest, glanced at the rosary in the monk's hand with deep meaning, nodded and said, "Lead the way." ”

The young monk turned around and walked towards the temple, Qin Yan raised his feet forward, but he didn't want to be pulled by Ding Xiaofan, and whispered: "Hey, do you know what kind of place this is, and you still want to go in?" ”

Qin Yan turned his head sideways and whispered, "Remember what I told you before, follow me closely, and don't run around." ”

After speaking, he pulled Ding Xiaofan and motioned her to follow and hurry in.

Walking all the way, Ding Xiaofan's eyes only had the gray tracksuit that Qin Yan was wearing, and for other scenes in the temple, she tried her best to restrain herself from looking at it. So, when they stopped, she didn't know how far she had gone and how many rare good times she had missed.

"Please wait a moment, the host will be here soon." The young monk bowed to Qin Yan very respectfully, and then stretched out his hand to signal him to sit.

Qin Yan glanced at the tables, chairs, and tea sets placed in this hall, shook his head, and chose to stand and wait.

Just kidding, those things that look antique on the surface and are expensive in this world are just born from dead branches and leaves, and it is better to sit on the ground than to sit on them!

Seeing that Qin Yan insisted on standing and waiting, the young monk was not reluctant, he just smiled faintly, turned around and wanted to leave the hall, but when he passed by Ding Xiaofan's side, he glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the disappearance of the young monk's back, a trace of fear inexplicably rose in Ding Xiaofan's heart, she turned her head to look at Qin Yan, and said uneasily: "Let's go, I always feel that the old ghost is very unusual." ”

Qin Yan smiled slightly, "It's all here, how can there be a reason not to see the master?" Besides, how can you be sure that this so-called host is the old ghost of Xishan in the early morning? What if not? Maybe someone is a good ghost who majors in Buddhism! ”

Ding Xiaofan blinked his eyes twice, tried his best to control his panic, and said, "I feel that he is the old ghost, there is no reason, just feeling." ”

"Well, that sounds familiar, like my mom often says that." As he spoke, Qin Yan looked at the lights in the hall and carefully observed a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

This is a simple ink painting of a young man in a robe, with only a side face behind his hands behind his back, on a small black and white bridge. Look at the painting itself, in fact, there is no characteristic, the painting method is also very rough, except for the person in the painting can be vaguely identified as extremely young, there is nothing delicate and special, but the line of brush words written on the note is handsome and elegant: flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog; Come in the middle of the night, go in the morning!

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog; Come in the middle of the night, go in the morning? ”

I don't know when, Ding Xiaofan also came over, she looked at the line of words in a daze, and couldn't help but read it out in her mouth, somehow, she always felt that where she had read this sentence, and the meaning and penmanship between the lines were so familiar.

"This is a poem by Bai Juyi, flowers are not flowers, and there are two more sentences at the end......" Before Qin Yan could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by Ding Xiaofan.

"When you come like a spring dream, you go like a cloud and have nowhere to go."

When Ding Xiaofan chanted these two lines of poetry, Qin Yan always felt that her expression was strange. But before he could ask anything, there was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears.

It seems that the owner here has finally arrived!

The smiling, kind and kind middle-aged monk standing in front of him made Qin Yan feel a little headache, and he now regretted that he had come here recklessly, and he also had a little burden that he couldn't do anything other than seeing ghosts.

"The small temple has been abandoned for many years, and no one has visited it for a long time. You may be seated, please be seated. ”

The middle-aged monk was full of old sentences with one mouth, and Qin Yan, who listened to it, felt that his head hurt even more. He frowned and waved his hand, and said bluntly: "Okay, Ming people don't say dark words, don't talk to us about these things." Let me ask you, are you the old ghost of Xishan that those little ghosts say? ”

Hearing Qin Yan's question, the middle-aged monk was obviously stunned, he bowed to Qin Yan with his palms together, and said: "Donor, the monks don't say anything, the old man is dedicated to the Buddha, although he has been in the dust for more than 100 years, but he remembers the words of the Buddha and has never caused the slightest harassment to the world. ”

"Huh? I heard that this Guanxi Temple is not dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva? Why did it change to Buddha again? Lao Qin, is the Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva one family? Ding Xiaofan blinked a pair of big round eyes and innocently turned his head to look at Qin Yan.

"How is that possible? A bodhisattva is a bodhisattva, a Buddha is a Buddha, what is the same thing! Qin Yan replied very simply, looking at the middle-aged monk's eyes full of sarcasm and mockery.