The hour is getting late.

The furnace was extinguished, and there was still a piece left in the ancient building outside the furnace, and the white mist had long since dissipated, but no one came to take it.

Gong Yuyu looked at it, looked at it for a while, and then glanced at Liu Ruyan out of the corner of his eye.

She was staring at the last piece of the ancient building.

Jin Buchang also looked over: "What, are you still waiting for someone?" ”

Liu Ruyan stood up, and her voice was weaker: "Don't wait." ”

The news of her coming to Dali has been released for a long time, but he has refused to show up.

A person who can't wait, why should she wait.

The town is quiet, she has nothing to do, makes some rouge and sells it in the market to earn some rice money.

A few months later, while she was setting up a stall in the street, she heard the sound of horses' hooves, like soldiers.

In the streets of Nuoda, a group of soldiers took the lead, and a step appeared in the black pressed armor.

Gold on a white background, embroidered with a golden peng, as the sun shines in, revealing a sitting figure.

The man sat like a Buddha, with one hundred and eight pranayama beads hanging between his fingers, white as jade, and hidden with Buddha light.

"I heard that the new master is young and promising, why did he become a monk?"

"The monarch is a monk, it has always been a tradition, and I didn't expect the new monarch to escape into the empty door so quickly, which is really rare."

Outside the crowd.

Liu Ruyan watched the group of people gradually move away, she couldn't help clenching her fists, her knuckles blue.

That stinky man with empty eyes and arrogant eyes on everything wants to become a monk under her nose!

Why did he make her think about it!

Why did he cut off the red dust again!

Break off the love of this life cleanly!

Thinking of these days, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking about him and thinking of him day and night, and did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to find someone who would never return.

When they met again, he didn't even look at her, passed by her, and went to the temple to be a monk.

Liu Ruyan held her breath, went home and packed a few clothes, and left in a hurry.

Gong Yiyu looked at her back, and he didn't know why.

"What did she just say? The wind was too strong to hear clearly. ”

Dong Qingxian's brows trembled: "She said that she was going to Wuxiang Temple to arrest people." ”

Dali worships Buddha, builds Wuxiang Temple as a national temple, and the monarch has always entered the temple to practice.

The monarch is a monk, and according to the law, he must receive the ordination for 7749 days before he can take refuge in Buddhism.

On this day, a team of soldiers poured into Wuxiang Temple, and Liu Ruyan took the opportunity to sneak in and came to a courtyard.

In the courtyard, a cluster of silver cinnamon is different and elegant, lingering with a faint Buddha fragrance, deep in the flowers, someone sits in front of the window, leaving a back.

The wind blew the clouds, and in the silence, there was a bell, and the sound was in my ears.

She followed the bell, but saw a string of wind chimes made of seashells, whirling slightly in the wind.

The people in the room also looked back, glancing out the window through the bell.

She quickly slumped down and ducked into the dark corner.

"Lord, what I did before, I did it wrong, it's been so long, the Lord will forgive Ling Feng for once." The boy begged.

Shen Yanchu stared at him, and there was no wave in his eyes: "If you have committed something, you must forgive me." ”

Ling Feng smiled and came over: "Before, the Lord asked me to inquire about the news, but later, Jinyang City fell, and I failed to report the matter in time, so the Lord punished him." ”

Shen Yanchu was silent for a moment.

When I remembered it again, it was as far away as a lifetime.

"This matter is no longer important, and there is no need to mention it again."

Ling Feng finally laughed out loud and rubbed his palms: "In other words, we can still follow the Lord and serve the Lord in the future?" ”

Shen Yanchu's face did not change, and he said lightly: "If you can concentrate on cultivation and take refuge in Buddhism, you can do it." ”

"I don't want to be a monk!" Ling Feng immediately made a bitter face, "The Lord has abandoned the country like this and betrayed the master, but why?" ”

Shen Yanchu was silent.

Ling Feng said to himself:

"Could it be that the Lord is scrupling with the Greedy Master?"

"In order to get rid of the restraint and not be refined as a puppet by the master, so the Lord thought of becoming a monk?"

"But it's not right, the master has been missing for a long time, and the lord is afraid of what he will do!"

"Could it be that the Lord was hurt by love, so he simply shaved his ordination?"

"That Liu girl is really ruthless."

Shen Yanchu transcribed the scriptures and ignored Ling Feng.

Ling Feng pestled for a long time, and saw that Shen Yanchu couldn't make waves, as if he was out of the red dust, and there was no trace of joy and anger.

He sighed: "It's good when Miss Liu is here, at least at that time, the Lord is as bright as the sun and the moon, which makes people admire." Hey, what it looks like now. ”

Faded away from seven emotions and six desires, is it still a person?

Ling Feng furrowed his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel sad from his heart.

In the evening, a small novice brought a meal.

Ling Feng took out the dishes from the food box and saw a plate of green cold melon.

As soon as he slapped his head, he forgot to explain to the monk that his family master is the most disgusting melon!

Ling Feng was carrying the bowl and was about to find a place to throw the plate away, but a hand reached out behind his back and took the dish.

Shen Yanchu sat silently, and Ling Feng saw him eat the cold melon with his own eyes.

"Don't you feel bitter?" Ling Feng was stunned.

Shen Yanchu whispered: "What is the bitterness of the belly." ”

After finishing the bowl, Ling Feng was ready to add more.

"No need." Shen Yanchu put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked straight to the futon.

Ling Feng muttered, "How can you be full enough to eat so little?" ”

Shen Yanchu closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

Ling Feng was dry for a while, when he nagged in the past, the lord would still think he was noisy and wanted to drive him out.

As it is now, I don't care about him.

Ling Feng was saddened.

The moon rises at the end of the month.

Ling Feng hugged the food box and exited the premises.

He suddenly looked at the ground and shouted, "Sneaky, come out for me!" ”

In the bushes, a figure appeared, and when I looked closely, I felt that my face was alive.

The man was dressed in a monk's hat and had green silk, and he was a lay disciple who had just entered Buddhism.

The man gave a salute and said respectfully: "The little monk came to fetch the food box and disturbed the donor. ”

Ling Feng grinned and handed over the box: "Take it." ”

The man took the food box, looked inside, and asked, "Could it be that the food in this temple is not palatable, why don't you eat much?" ”

Ling Feng sighed: "Hey, how can the Lord have any appetite. ”

The man pursed his lips, his expression was more worried than Ling Feng.

Ling Feng meditated - worthy of being a Buddhist person, compassionate, and very good to his master!

The next day, the little novice came to deliver the food.

Ling Feng opened the food box, green vegetables and green onions, and the color was very good-looking.

There are also water-milled tofu, cold side dishes, and fresh mushroom soup, which seem to have put a lot of thought into these dishes.

When I smell it, I feel greedy.

Ling Feng presented the dishes and said with a smile, "The food in this Wuxiang Temple is excellent. ”

Shen Yanchu approached the table, staring at the dishes, a little dazed.

He picked up the bowl and said nothing.

After a bowl, when Ling Feng added rice to him again, Shen Yanchu did not refuse.

In the evening, Xiao Shami brought a bowl of noodles.

Shen Yanchu still didn't say anything, silently finished eating noodles, and looked at the empty bowl.

"The person who makes this bowl of noodles is not from the Bai tribe." Suddenly, he spoke.

Ling Feng also felt strange: "It's not like Dali's pasta, it's a bit like Hedong's taste." ”