After the Shangyuan Festival, Xuanyi and Bianzhen lived in the Shen Mansion for about ten days.

In these ten days, Shen Qingjun never went to the Buddha hall again, nor did he disturb the cleanliness of the partial room.

Maybe it's really in response to Xuanyi's sentence, "Don't hurt his practice".

"Two masters, the carriage has been prepared," a servant knocked on the door of the side room early in the morning, and said to Xuanyi and Xuanzhen, "The master is already waiting at the door to see off the two masters." ”

"Thank you, and I'll get ready. The abbot bowed with his palms together and sent away the little guy who had come to inform him.

He looked behind him, glanced at Xuan Yi who was packing up his things, and tentatively said, "Xuan Yi, do you want to say goodbye to the Shen family girl?"

Xuanyi didn't hesitate, "No need. ”

"Then let's go. ”

"Yes, Abbot. ”

When the two came to the gate of the Shen Mansion, they saw Shen Pingru standing next to the carriage, he patted Xuanyi on the shoulder and said to the two, "Take care." ”

Xuanyi got into the carriage, and the abbot was still saying goodbye to Shen Pingru.

"Abbot, what I have asked ......"

"The five-year period must be completed. "Argument is true, a monk is a promise.

"Thank you. ”

"That's what I'm looking forward to, and I don't need to thank you. The abbot glanced at the sitting Xuanyi towards the window and whispered a few words.

"It's been a long journey, so sit down. "The groom whipped, and the red dust rolled.

The rich and elegant Shen Mansion is gradually drifting away.

As if he had been inspired, Genichi looked out of the window. He saw a small figure, and at that moment, every brick and tile, every tree and flower lost its color. Between heaven and earth, it seems that only the blue remains.

Shen Qingjun didn't care whether he saw it or not, he waved his arms, with a hint of bitterness on his face.

It was her farewell alone.

That year.

Shen Qingjun fifteen.

He thirteen.

Uncle Shi Jian usually likes to tease Xuanyi the most, and he likes to see different emotions on his desireless face. So I always want to hide in the dark place where Xuan will definitely pass, and suddenly jump out and scare him. I expected to see his panicked look.

But Xuanyi always won't do what he wants, every time it's just a faint glance, there is helplessness in his eyes, as if he is scolding him, you are naughty like a child.

In recent days, Xuan Yi has been a little different, and since he went to Chang'an, he has become more reticent. Even if Shi Jian was ambushed in the shadows, he couldn't get a little response from Xuanyi.

He would often walk and walk, and suddenly he would be stunned, his eyes wandering in the air. Somewhat stunned.

"Xuanyi, your heart is not quiet. One morning after class, Shi Jian was about to step forward to talk to Xuanyi, when he heard the rebuke of the abbot of Bianzhen.

"Abbot, I know my mistake. Xuan Yi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Continue to meditate in the meditation room until you really calm down. The abbot was steadfast and could not be said.

"Yes. ”

Shi Jian stood behind the two of them, watching the young monk with long bones and clear eyebrows, dressed in monk's robes and robes, walking towards the meditation room in the depths of the monastery.

One step at a time, each step seems to be hesitating.

"Shi Jian, I have something to say to you. ”

Shi Jian looked at the young man's back for a while, and suddenly heard the voice of the truth, and was startled, "Why are you still here?"

“...... I have promised Shen that within five years, I will build a Buddha statue with him. ”

"Five years?

"The big day is coming. Bianzhen looked him in the eye and said.

"Xuanyi, Xuanyi," Shi Jian looked left and right, and after sending out four nobodies, he sneaked into the meditation room, he took out a white-flour steamed bun from the monk's robe and handed it to the monk who was meditating, "This is what I stole and no one found out." You eat it!"

"Uncle Shijian, the three refuges and five precepts, the second precept, don't steal, how can you break the precepts?" Xuanyi didn't open his eyes, but his words were serious.

"Okay, okay, then I'll put it another way, it's saved from my mouth. Shi Jian couldn't bear to be "taught", frowned, and gritted his teeth a little.

"You take it, I won't eat it. ”

Shi Jian coerced and tempted, Xuan Yi was unmoved, so angry that Shi Jian sat cross-legged on Xuan's side, and bit two mouthfuls of white-flour steamed buns angrily, "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it." ”

"Uncle Shijian, you don't look like a monk, I feel that you are a little out of place with Buddhist cultivation. Xuanyi listened to the sound of him chewing, turned the red Buddha beads in his hand, closed his eyes and said.

"That's a terrible thing to say," Shi Jian scoffed, "but it doesn't seem to be true. ”

"Why do you want to escape into the empty door, isn't Hongchen good......? What the hell is it?" Xuan Yi asked Shi Jian, his tone weakening, as if he was asking someone else.

"You may not believe it, but I just wanted to mix things up at first. My family thought I was too heavy and kicked me out.

I fainted on the side of the road hungry, but it was Bianzhen who brought me to Garan and gave me a meal to eat.

It may sound like an exaggeration, but it was the most enjoyable meal I've ever had. It's bland, but for some reason, I've remembered it to this day. I have eaten this for several years. ”

Xuanyi seemed to be a little unconvinced, and his voice was raised, "This is the reason for your cultivation, and what are you still pursuing?"

"Perhaps, I hope to go to the Western Elysium after death," Shi Jian replied again, looking into Xuanyi's dark eyes, "Xuanyi, don't question yourself. You have Huigen, a child chosen by the Buddha. You...... Belong here. ”

"I ...... Belong here. Xuan Yi muttered and repeated it several times.

Two hours later, Xuan Yi stood up, his eyes were clear, he looked at the debate, and seemed to have finally made a decision, he said, "Abbot, I have calmed down." ”

In that year, and the Duanyang Festival in the next two years, Shen Qingjun did not come to Nanling with Shen's father, Shen Pingru, to worship his ancestors.

Genichi did not waver, wooden fish, red beads. In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

In the third year of the Shangyuan Festival, the twenty-fourth year of Wude.

Bianzhen received another invitation from the Shen family to go to Chang'an to pray for blessings, and he found Xuanyi, "This time I go to Chang'an, and your uncle will go with you." ”

"Why ......" Xuan was puzzled, and was interrupted halfway through his words.

"The casting of Buddha statues is a critical period, Xuanyi, I can't do without it. ”

"Yes. ”

Shi Jian and Xuanyi got into the carriage. Came to Chang'an.

Look at the city walls, the people, the commercial ports, the restaurants...... As lively as ever, it seems to be yesterday. It's the same as in memory.

"Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, there are lights everywhere, Chang'an, it's lively!" the groom was talking endlessly, which seemed to be their common problem.

"It's changed a lot compared to when I used to come. ”

But there was one more conversation along the way, and the two talked happily.

"When did the master come to Chang'an?"

"Eh, it's been years, so I won't mention it. ”

While talking and laughing, the carriage had stopped at the gate of the Shen Mansion.

Xuanyi stood still, thinking about the Buddhist scriptures. I was welcomed into the mansion and lived in a familiar side room.

But he didn't see anyone wearing green clothes.

It's night.

The moon is almost full.

Someone threw a stone into the half-open paper window.

It won't be a bird, it won't be a squirrel.

Xuan Yi pushed the door open, and a hot body was buried in his arms.