After a toss, it was afternoon again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiuyue's mouth has always been bitter, and after eating a little light cabbage porridge to fill her stomach, she began to wander aimlessly on the street.

It's really aimless, walking around and looking, it's also interesting, and it's fun to watch, but it's really satisfying and joyful in my heart.

It's the kind of happiness that is steady, the kind of happiness that can be touched with both hands.

Slowly, the streets became less lively, and the villagers who came to the market from all over the place were carrying their own burdens and baskets, and they were returning one after another, rushing back to make dinner.

Jiuyue's clear eyes suddenly moved, and he ran away with Qianxun.

"Grandpa, you want to make the two of us look better." Jiuyue advised.

An old man sat on a small wooden bench with a drawing board, and on his left stood a small table, on which was neatly placed a stack of snow-white rice paper, and a total of seven brushes from thick to thin; On the right side is a board, on which is pasted "Portrait of Yang Qi, one or two." After listening to Jiuyue's instructions, the old man complained bitterly, "The two are the best-looking pair I have ever seen in my life, they are really immortals, how can they look good again?" ”

Jiuyue smiled, she was extremely useful when she heard this, her heart was sweeter than eating honey, but unfortunately her mouth was still bitter.

"Hey! You're here! Yun Jian waved her hand vigorously and ran over with Huikong, "What a coincidence! ”

"Portrait?" Yun Jian walked up to Jiu Yue's side with a big sting, and straightened her hairstyle by herself, "Together!" ”

"Okay!" It was the little monk Huikong who responded to him, "I haven't painted a portrait yet." ”

Hey, hey, Jiuyue's face hung down with three black lines, and she saw Huikong standing straight with his hands folded, obviously posing, and felt that her brain was going to be confused, "If you want to draw, you can draw, and go in line." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, while queuing up, what about you," Yun Jian nodded as if the chicken pecked at rice, and muttered at Huikong, "What kind of fun are you making around." Our Yushui Mountain and Mingshui Mountain are connected with each other, we are all brothers and sisters, and the relationship is called a good one. Which hill are you from? Go and go. ”

Jiuyue pushed Yun Jian and Huikong three steps out one by one, and said angrily, "Go aside." ”

"Why can't I be together?" Yun Jian was very aggrieved, "We are so acquainted......"

Jiuyue pointed at Qianxun and said unceremoniously, "Because you lowered the appearance of the entire street." ”

After speaking, Jiuyue didn't look at Yun Jian anymore, smiled sweetly, and snuggled in front of Qianxun, "Grandpa, I'm sorry to delay your time." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man smiled and stroked his silver beard, very kind, and sighed, "You young people, ......"

"Eh, Huikong......" Yun Jian fiddled with her hairstyle sullenly, "I want to ask you something." ”

"Hmph." The little monk turned his head and ignored him, "We don't know each other. ”

Yun Jian was taken aback, but still leaned forward with a hippie smile, "The Buddha said that a look back in the past life is exchanged for a rub in the present life. As she spoke, Yun Jian shook back and forth beside Huikong's shoulder, "You said that we didn't know each other, that would be a big mistake. ”

"But you just ......" Huikong was a little unconvinced.

"Alas, if a person is not a sage, who can do nothing." If you want to be reasonable, Yun Jian has a set of things, "You monks should be more compassionate and know how to forgive." ”

"Okay, you ask." Huikong was actually very curious about what Yun asked briefly. If Yun Jian directly said, "Okay, I won't ask", then Huikong would definitely pester Yun Jian to ask, begging Yun Jian to ask, Yun Jian didn't ask, he would not give up.

"I ...... Is it handsome? Yun Jian asked, looking at Huikong with a hopeful face.

Huikong leaned closer, looked carefully for a while, and then walked a few steps away, looked Yun Jian up and down, and nodded seriously, "It's very handsome." ”

"Really?"

"Monks don't speak."

"Great." Yun Jian's eyebrows smiled, and the two distant mountain eyebrows were beautiful and elegant, blending the youthfulness and spirit of the young man.

Huikong added seriously, "But it's still a little worse than me." ”

"What a narcissistic stinky monk." Yun Jian scolded secretly, glared at Huikong, suppressed the anger in his heart, pretended to be calm, secretly pointed at Qianxun, lowered his voice, and asked in Huikong's ear, "How is that better than him?" ”

Huikong scratched his bare head, a little hesitant.

It seems that it should be about the same, and it is difficult to compare. Yun Jian looked at Huikong's reaction and felt complacent.

Huikong's gaze dodged, not daring to look directly into Yun Jian's eyes, and finally spoke cautiously, "Do you need to add friendship?" ”

"No need." Yun Jian rejected Huikong, like a wilted flower, and like a deflated ball, waved his hand weakly, supported his head with his hand, and squatted under a tree in frustration, "Don't tell me the answer, I want to be quiet." Don't ask me who Jingjing is. ”

"Oh." Huikong obediently answered, and also ran under the tree, sat up, and muttered a scripture that Yun Jian did not understand, "If there are countless hundreds of billions of sentient beings, suffering from all kinds of suffering, hearing that it is Guanyin Bodhisattva, and calling it a name with one heart, Guanyin Bodhisattva will immediately observe its sound, and they will all be liberated." If there is a person who holds the name of Avalokiteshvara. Set into the fire, the fire can not burn, because of the Bodhisattva's divine power. If it is drifted by great waters, it is called by name, and it is shallow......"

Yun Jian listened for a while, and then dozed off.

"Young man, cheer up," the old man in the portrait looked at Yun Jian kindly, his eyes full of encouragement, "It's your turn." ”

Over there, Jiuyue and Qianxun had already begun to admire their portraits - a man and a woman on white rice paper, the ink paintings outlined clear and docile eyebrows, the girls snuggled in front of the teenager, smiling like flowers, the men were handsome, the women were innocent, their clothes were fluttering, and a long sword hung from their waists.

Yun Jian heard Jiuyue's silver bell-like laughter, Jiuyue always liked to laugh, she said, "Grandpa's painting is much better than mine." ”

"Let's go together?" Huikong is very welcoming.

"Okay." Yun Jian rubbed her sleepy eyes, slowly got up, patted the dust on her clothes, and drifted over hesitantly, like a lonely ghost in ancient times.

Huikong stood up straight, his hands folded, as tall as a small pine, and he seemed to only pose this way.

Yun Jian stood beside him listlessly, the left also felt awkward, the right also felt awkward, and no matter how he posed his hands, he didn't feel right. Sighing, he also learned from Huikong, tried to straighten his waist, and folded his hands. After thinking about it for a while, Yun Jian felt that this was a bit silly, so his hands naturally hung back to his sides.

……

"Alright." Finally, the old man put down his paintbrush, and Huikong grabbed it to look at it, laughed, and said, "Why did you draw my good brother as a monkey?" ”

"Well," said the old man, "because he's always moving." ”

Yun Jian leaned over to take a look, frowned, and had no strength to be angry. The little monk Huikong was painted by the old man as a dignified and majestic, Taoist monk, Yun Jian and Huikong stood side by side, drooping two eyebrows, hanging hands, not only like a monkey, but also a tall and thin monkey who was beaten.

"Why don't you put another tightening spell on me?" Yun Jian remembered the "Legend of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" that he had heard from a storyteller in the teahouse.

"No problem!" The old man happily "brushed" and added a circle to Yun Jian's head.

Yun Jian was stunned, feeling so tired, he must have been standing for a long time just now.

"I bought it!" Huikong generously took out a tael of silver, and said to Yun Jianxian, "This one paints me very majestic, and I want to keep it as a souvenir." But we can draw another ......."

"No need," Yun Jian's eyes darkened, "I don't have any money." ”

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