Yuan Xing is also very excited, I haven't seen him for many years, and the little girl who was autistic at the beginning was already high in his chest. Now I can still speak, which means that my psychological disorder is gradually improving.

Seeing that the other party was crying sadly, he wanted to say a few words, but his mouth opened, and he happened to catch a glimpse of the good fruit of gossip on his face full of "tiger eye", and finally did not say the words of consolation. A broad palm covered the top of the little girl's head and stroked it gently, trying to bring a trace of comfort to the other party.

The little girl was touched by him like this, feeling the temperature coming from the top of her hair, and her tears were finally contained, and her big eyes looked at Yuanxing without blinking.

In a trance, it seemed to be back to a few years ago, the night of lightning and thunder, it was the tall and thin monk in front of him, despite the cold rain, his clothes were soaked, and his face was blue from the cold, but he still used his body to shield her from the wind and rain.

At that moment, in the memory of this orphaned child, the shadow of his father and his fate have been tightly integrated.

So that after all these years, in her young and helpless heart, the figure of Yuanxing has always lingered in her mind, not becoming shallow and dissipating with the passage of time, but becoming clearer and clearer.

It's just that the fate in my impression seems to be leisurely even if I am in a hurry. When she told her stories and taught her to play the pipa and practice martial arts, she talked and laughed freely and was full of energy.

But the people I saw today were in prison, looking depressed and depressed.

If it weren't for the repeated inquiries before, she really didn't dare to recognize each other.

Yuan Xing sighed in his heart, five years ago, the little girl in front of him never spoke because of autism, and he tried his best to persuade Fei Fei.

Five years later, the girl had returned to normal, and it was his turn to speak.

This is really an accident in heaven, and creation makes people.

was sighing in his heart, the little girl on the other side saw his face change, thinking that he had really forgotten himself, and the tears fell again, crying: "You promised to be my master as long as I shave my head, have you forgotten?" ”

Yuan Xing was slightly stunned, and he clearly said that he only did light gong master that day, but how did he change his statement when it came to her mouth?

He had never had the idea of accepting apprentices in the past, because he shuttled back and forth between various worlds, but he didn't have the energy and effort to teach an apprentice seriously, for fear of misleading people's children.

But when he saw the sad appearance of the other party, he couldn't bear it, and he felt that he was destined to be with this child, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and the stroking action on his hand was a little heavier, and he lowered his body a little, and nodded lightly at the little girl.

Hong Qingyao saw him nodding, and a look of hesitation flashed on his face and he asked in a confirmed manner, "Master?" ”

Yuan Xing smiled and continued to nod.

Hong Qingyao's eyes showed surprise, and she shouted loudly again: "Master! ”

Yuanxing's smile remained unchanged and he still nodded.

Hong Qingyao jumped happily and was about to scream again.

Shanguo on the side was worried that the movement here would be too big to alarm others, so he hurriedly stopped between Yuanxing and Hong Qingyao and warned nervously: "This Xiao Shi and Uncle Yuanxing are being punished and can't talk to anyone, don't mistake him." The Buddha gate is pure, and it is not allowed to make loud noises. ”

In his eyes, Hong Qingyao, who was dressed in men's clothes, was a little boy, and listening to the meaning of his words, he guessed that it might be the disciple that his uncle accepted when he went down the mountain, and he was called "junior brother".

The little chubby dun who had never spoken on the side also came to him at this time, first pulled down Hong Qingyao's sleeve, and whispered comfortingly: "Anyway, we have to stay here for a few days, so we don't have to rush at this time." After saying that, he rushed to Yuanxing and saluted: "Disciple Ning Chengyun, I have seen Uncle Yuanxing." After a pause, a mischievous smile appeared on his little face, and he said quickly: "I was offended a lot before, I hope Uncle Shi will not blame me." Then he pulled Hong Qingyao, who was full of unwillingness, and ran away.

Yuanxing and Shanguo looked at each other and smiled, and it was indeed that child.

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The sun sets earlier than usual in autumn, and when Yuan Xing returned to his temporary firewood house, it was already dark.

The temple is quiet, and there is a faint sound of chanting in the distance, which is the monks conducting evening classes.

Yuan Xing couldn't go to the main hall, he could only do his homework alone, and he was only allowed to not talk to people during the punishment period, but after all, he didn't really practice closed-mouth meditation, and it was okay to chant the scriptures alone.

Then, he did not enter meditation early as in the past, firstly, because he had more things on his body, and he was extremely unaccustomed to being tied up for a while. The second is to say goodbye to the old man, he is excited, and he doesn't want to go to bed so early.

Fate has always been a rule-abiding person, but some people are not.

Not long after the evening class was over, the third senior brother took advantage of the night to find him.

"I just went to your meditation room, and I saw that it was empty, thinking that you were probably arranged here." Ning Mu approached with a smile, he had been practicing in Tianchan Temple for more than ten years, and he was of course extremely familiar with the bricks and tiles here.

Yuan Xing also laughed and bowed with his palms.

Ning Mu glanced at the shackles on his hands and feet, sighed slightly, looked away, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and muttered: "I really interceded for you, but unfortunately, even if I was still vulgar, I was still scolded by the master." Saying that, I touched my nose, I was used to being scolded when I was young, and now I relive it again, and I am still a little kind.

Speaking of which, Tianchan Temple is also a martial arts sect, and it has its own inheritance rules.

The freedom of entry and exit of Buddhism depends on oneself, but the sect is not. Ning Mu knelt at the door of the master back then, not just begging the old monk to promise him to return to the vulgar, but he didn't want to leave the master-apprentice relationship, and he was even more afraid that the master would be sad because of this.

The old monk finally relented, and he became the only lay disciple outside the Tianchan Temple. Otherwise, Yuan Xing would not call Ning Musan Senior Brother openly, but should be called the donor.

"I'm not a monk in the monastery, and I'm not allowed to speak?" Ning Mu looked at Yuan Xing again, but the latter just smiled and shook his head.

He couldn't help but sigh: "It's rare to come back, isn't this a lot boring?" ”

Although he and Yuanchen are young, the two grew up together and became monks together. But compared to the dull Yuanchen, he prefers to be with Yuanxing. Originally, when I returned to the temple, I heard that there had been no news for a few years, but I didn't expect it to be the current situation, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Eyes rolled: "I know you must be curious why Hong Yatou is also there, as long as you say something, I will tell you the reason, how about it?" "He is in the public gate, and his current official position is not low, and he has his own prestige outside. But for some reason, as soon as I got here, it seemed that I had really returned to my youth, and I didn't have to tremble and bow down to greet him. The inner world that has been suppressed for many years is incomparably calm.

Well, I even had the idea of playing with my junior brother.

Don't go overboard when you hear it, you don't like to talk about it.

Ning Mu looked at him again with a smile, and said in a mysterious whisper: "This time I went up the mountain, I came with the governor of Dadu, and he asked for a will to go out of Beijing, in the name of being old and lonely, and looking at his son." In fact, coming to Tianchan Temple is not the only purpose, there is another wave of people who secretly went to Longhu Mountain. You just don't want to know why? ”

Yuan Xing still makes a look of ignoring him, he knows this third senior brother too well, although he hasn't seen him for many years, he looks a lot more mature and stable. But just by relying on those two sentences, it is enough to see how virtuous it is, and he suffered a lot of losses back then, so he didn't take the bait.

Anyway, after being punished, you can also get news from the senior brother, so why let people catch the handle at this time?

Sure enough, seeing that he didn't make a stubble, Ning Mu sighed a little disappointed, the simple little junior brother back then was gone.

was hurting himself, but he saw that Yuanxing turned around and faced the direction of the courtyard arch. He was stunned for a moment, looked over, and by the moonlight, he saw a group of people walking towards here.

"By the way, in order to hide your identity in Bianjing, you secretly went to the Qinglou to find a woman in the dust to buy fat powder, does the master know about it?" Ning Mu slapped Yuan Xing with his elbow with ill intentions, and suddenly said loudly.

This, this is slander, the poor monk obviously went to the shop to buy it. Yuan Xing showed a frightened look on his face, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the comer.

As soon as he saw that gloomy face, Yuan Xing almost couldn't help blurting out a sentence of his hometown, Master, I, I didn't get anything.