Zen Tantra is not taboo in the vein, and the red dust is traversed.

Jing Lian is just approaching the age of the weak crown, but she has already traveled to half of Houtu City, eaten many delicacies, and tasted countless special snacks, but she has turned a blind eye to the wine shops in every street and alley in Houtu City.

Because Master once smiled and said,

Young people are not greedy for things in the cup, and it is difficult to find a lover in the world.

Jing Lian felt that this wine, although she often heard that it was a poison that pierced the intestines, should be tasted happily.

A breath of spicy bad wine was poured into his mouth, Jing Lian instantly felt as if he was holding a steaming and burning flame, he quickly closed his eyes, held his breath, and swallowed the flame in his mouth hard, from his throat to his chest and abdomen, and immediately came a hot and spicy stinging pain as if he had been slashed by a knife.

After waiting for a few breaths, the hot and stinging feeling in the chest and abdomen slowly dissipated, and without warning, a warm current rose in the heart, rushing straight to the mind, and the excited Zen heart was slightly rippling.

Jinglian shook her somewhat dizzy head slightly, opened her mouth and spewed out a mouthful of hot wine, and in an instant she liked this very feeling of first pain and then warmth, and completely forgetful.

He then drank two sips in a row, his white face was already flushed with smoke, and his eyes were also covered with a layer of glittering mist, Ye Bufan was a little worried that Jing Lian would get drunk into a puddle of mud for a while, and he took out this bottle of bad wine that was flushed and strong with some chagrin in his heart, but seeing that Jing Lian was already obviously drunk, he was no longer greedy, and put the gray coarse porcelain wine bottle on the grass slope beside him.

Jinglian obviously has something in her heart, she is depressed and unhappy, she just tries a cup of intoxication for the first time, and she can accept it when she sees it, and she can stop at it, such restraint, Ye Bufan can't help but feel respect.

Jinglian put down the coarse porcelain wine bottle, smiled happily at the sea of flowers in the distance, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, as if she had suddenly unloaded some unbearable burden, leaned back, and lay down softly on the tender green and soft grass slope.

The sun in the sky has been hanging obliquely in the west, the sun does not have the kind of heat at noon, and now it is refreshing and warm on the face, Ye Bufan looked at Jinglian, who was only drunk, but not drunk, touched the hideous scar on his face, smiled comfortably, picked up the coarse porcelain wine bottle on the grass slope beside him, took a shallow sip of bad wine, opened the pu grass wrapped in the fragrant flower cake, and leaked out two pieces of puff pastry burnt, round and big fragrant flower cake.

The crust of the fragrant flower cake is made of wheat flour and white oil from fat porpoise, and the filling between the cake is made of wild honey of black bees, apricot blossoms, and peach blossom petals. Ye Bufan took a bite of it, and a sweet and fruity smell diffused.

Ye Bufan chewed slowly and swallowed a mouthful of fragrant flower cake in his mouth, his ears moved slightly, and when he heard a slight swallowing sound from beside him, he tilted his head slightly and smiled, and put the grass bag in his hand on the grass slope beside him casually.

Without Ye Bufan's reminder, Jinglian had already turned over and picked up the puff grass, her face was still flushed with smoke, her eyes were bright and she looked at the big and round, brown puff pastry fragrant flower cake, and began to bite the burnt puff pastry with a focused expression.

Ye Bufan has been used to suffering since he was a child, and he cherishes the food that can fill his stomach, although Jinglian has not tasted the taste of hunger and hunger, but she is innocent by nature, simple in heart, and has a heart that is close to piety towards food.

The two of them were like no one around, silently chewing the sweet and crispy fragrant flower cake without saying a word, both carefully holding the cake with one hand, opening the other hand and then falling a small piece of puff pastry, and waiting until they finished eating the fragrant flower cake, sticking the puff pastry that fell on their hands, both of them stuck out their tongues again, and coincidentally licked the residue and fragments stuck to the corners of their mouths.

The two of them looked at the empty palms at the same time and sighed comfortably, Jing Lian first took out a skin bag filled with water from the ring beads of Canaan wood and handed it to Ye Bufan's eyes, and she took out the water bladder from before, and took a small sip of the purified water in the bag.

Thou hast washed thy sorrows with strong wine, and I have washed away thy sorrows with pure water.

Ye Bufan only took Jing Lian to hand over an ordinary water bladder, pulled out the soft plug of the water bladder, raised his head and took a sip, and his eyes leaked incredible surprise.

The water in this water bladder, as soon as it is in the mouth, there is a very clear and cold breath, which makes the soul instantly clear and slightly cool, and then tastes it a little, and with a faint fragrance as clear smoke and pure as morning dew.

"What is this?"

Ye Bufan couldn't help but take another sip.

Jing Lian smiled happily, "This is the dew condensed on the lotus petals." ”

Ye Bufan was secretly speechless, and he had some doubts in his heart, what kind of lotus flower can condense this kind of extremely clear, faintly fragrant and distant dewdrops?

Seeing that Jing Lian had no intention of saying more, Ye Bufan knew that the purified water of this skin bag was by no means ordinary, and he was a little hesitant in his heart, whether he should return this water bladder.

Jing Lian's eyes brightly saw Ye Bufan's hesitation, and she first picked up the coarse porcelain wine bottle on the grass slope next to her and shook it.

"Brother Ye, this wine is good, it has a spicy throat and a warm heart, it's mine!"

After Jing Lian finished speaking, she carefully put the coarse porcelain wine bottle into the ring bead of Canaan wood, Ye Bufan smiled wordlessly, raised his hand and took another sip of clean water, and naturally put the water bladder into the storage bag on his chest.

The two looked at each other, Ye Bufan opened his legs happily, hunched his back without an image, lazily pulled off a tender green grass stem, put it in his mouth and slowly sipped it.

Jing Lian lay down on her side, looked at Ye Bufan with complicated eyes, and lowered her head to look at a tender green grass in front of her eyes, with thin leaves and weak grass stems.

The sun is warm, the heart is calm, Jinglian stretched out her finger and flicked the grass in front of her, watching the grass bear the weight of her fingers and slowly lie down, as the fingers left, she gradually stood up as usual, and said in a faint whisper,

"Brother Ye, I have been fatherless and motherless since I was a child. ”

Ye Bufan's heart ached, the grass stalk in his mouth was bitten off, and a faint grass bitterness appeared, he endured not looking at Jinglian, and nodded quietly and silently.

After Jing Lian finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, exhaled and blew the grass in front of her, and continued to speak, "Master raised me since I was a child, and taught all the tantric methods of Zen Buddhism.

There is my home in Houtu City, and Master is my parents.

It took me more than ten years to visit half of Houtu City. ”

Jing Lian's eyebrows were raised, and a thief's expression leaked from her face.

"Lao Liu, who is on duty in the imperial city, likes to peek at the buttocks of other people's little ladies the most, the shopkeeper Sun of Jiayi Street, when he was fighting with his mother-in-law, he was spit on his mother-in-law's face, Zhao Yingying of Wujiu Street, this kid is only twelve years old, and he actually said that he would open a hundred flower buildings when he grows up, and Miss Niu Er on that street always avoids me when she sees me。。。。。 ”

Jing Lian whispered about the daily news of Houtu City, the expression on his face changed vividly, Ye Bufan listened quietly, he didn't intervene for half a day, he glanced at Jing Lian from time to time, and saw that he had completely lost his usual calmness, and there were some strange guesses in his heart,

Is this homesick?

After thinking about it, it was not like this, there should be other reasons that made Jinglian's previous back look a kind of vicissitudes and helplessness.

Ye Bufan listened quietly for a while, and Jinglian suddenly turned over and sat up.

Looking at the sea of flowers in the distance, Jinglian took out the coarse porcelain wine bottle in the ring beads.

Ye Bufan's heart jumped, Jing Lian had already raised his head, the liquor pierced his throat, and he asked in a hoarse voice in a low voice,

"Brother Ye"

"But I can't afford the wealth of these people, can I protect the fortune of these people?"

Ye Bufan didn't know anything about Houtu City, and he couldn't imagine why Jing Lian would ask such a question, the only thing he could do was to nod vigorously.

Jinglian took a deep breath and stood up.

The Vajra wheel in the Zen mind is steaming.

Ye Bufan looked at Jing Lian's back in a daze, and suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart, he seemed to feel that one day, there would be an endless battle between him and Jing Lian.

Ye Bufan took a deep breath, gradually faded away the panic in his heart, thought carefully before and after, he touched the hideous scar on his face, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

That thought is ridiculous when I think about it now.

Ye Bufan was calm, and decided that he might have been temporarily confused just now.

What he didn't know was that the flames of the Vajra Wheel in Jinglian's Zen heart had just been steaming, and the Ming King of the Five Directions on the wheel was reciting the phenomenon.

And in the void of his sea of knowledge, on the grass slope of the grass and yellow flowers that has been manifested, an extremely green grass, when the Jinglian Wufang Ming King appeared, and the Zen Nian Wei reached the Quartet, this green grass shook slightly, and instantly turned into a very thin green flame, and in the void of the sea of consciousness, the microwave rippled, and then turned into the appearance of grass, quietly hidden on the grass slope.

It is impossible for Ye Bufan to know that what he just felt in the dark is the true fateful existence in the future.