He looked at Fu Shiyi's gaze, like a pig arching his own cabbage.

always pulls Wen Qingxuan out to compare with him.

A moment is -

"Qingxuan can be regarded as growing up with you since he was a child, and your father almost got married to the two of you, born in Yongzhou aristocracy, gentle as water, and your temperament is complementary, and you are so compatible."

After a while—

"You have been away for more than ten years, and nothing has changed, why has this aesthetic become biased? Look at Qingxuan, he has been silently guarding this country for you for more than ten years, and he has never shouted that he is tired. ”

"That Fu Kaicheng was not a good thing back then, and his grandson was so bold that he dared to kidnap you......"

Sentence after sentence kept chattering, every time he praised Wen Qingxuan, he had to step on Fu Shiyi.

Wen Qingxuan's praise is only in the sky and on the earth, and Fu Shiyi is not degraded.

I didn't even let go of Old Man Fu!

Fu Shiyi's face darkened again, his aura became cold, and his eyes were gloomy: "Ah Li called you a teacher, I respect you, but it doesn't mean that I tolerate your disrespect for the elderly, and the relationship between me and Ah Li doesn't need others to decide." ”

"Look at you, I haven't said anything yet, what does he mean?" The old man snorted coldly: "Others? I'm the teacher of the girl, and the name of Ah Li is also your name? ”

Fu Shiyi sneered: "You are her teacher, not my teacher." ”

"You ......"

"What's the noise?"

Song Li suddenly shouted, and everyone outside the door was startled and held their breath.

It's a crematorium!

Song Li curled up one leg, put his arm on his lap, uninhibited, and his eyes were evil: "Why don't you two go out and fight?" Who wins, who do I listen to? ”

"I'm doing this for your own good." The old man snorted, "It's not that you don't know what Fu Kaicheng did back then, he ......"

"What he does is his business, and who I am with is my business." Song Li interrupted him, and his eyebrows rose coldly: "The person I fancy doesn't need anyone to agree. ”

After speaking, she got up, kicked Fu Shiyi's calf, and said impatiently: "Go home." ”

Fu Shiyi's eyes were full of thick ink, and he suppressed his doubts about the old man's words in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "I love Ah Li, and I also respect everything she respects, but respect, sometimes, it depends on whether those people are worthy or not." ”

With that, he turned to leave.

"I'm not worthy of you? Fu Kaicheng matched? The old man sneered at the closed door.

But no one answered him anymore.

Wen Qingxuan sighed and poured him a glass of water: "Uncle Shi, this time you are a little excessive. ”

"Am I excessive?" The old man didn't take the tea he handed over, poked the ground with a cane, and his eyes were cold: "If the girl loves Fu Shiyi, you won't love him too, right?" You're not a philanthropist! ”

Wen Qingxuan: "......"

Everyone was relieved of what happened back then, but he was not relieved.

If it was Fu Kaicheng who was here today, I am afraid that the two old men would really fight.

He sighed again: "Uncle Shi, don't say anything else, at least, Fu Shiyi is sincere to Ah Li, otherwise, how can I watch?" ”

The old man had a calm face, and after a while, he snorted: "He's better." ”

——

Leaving Yijiu Industry, no one mentioned the matter of District 019 again.

Fu Shiyi lowered his eyes and asked the girl: "It's still early, are you still going to that place?" ”

He didn't know where he was going, but at noon Song Li said he wanted him to accompany her.

Song Li's eyebrows frowned slightly, smelling the rich and good-smelling white sandalwood fragrance in the car, and reported the address to the seventh day of the first month.

It's a bit far to get to the place, three and a half hours drive to get to the destination...... Three hundred meters away.

Because the remaining 300 meters are up the mountain road, all of which are stairs, and the car can't go up.

"Boom! Boom! Boom-"

The orange sky at dusk is full of beautiful light, the plane trees on both sides of the wide staircase are swaying in the autumn wind, and the distant and ethereal twilight bell swings from the top of the mountain and resounds throughout the mountain.

There is an ancient temple on the top of the mountain, on the solemn and solemn gate, the three golden characters of "Hongyuan Temple" are vigorous and powerful, simple and majestic.

Standing outside the gate, if you look up slightly, you can see the tall tower inside, with a wind chime hanging at each of the four eaves at the top, rattling in the wind.

It seems to come from ancient times, and the vicissitudes of life are ancient.

Song Liwei looked up at the plaque, and said warmly: "This plaque was written by Song Qiongzhen." ”

According to genealogy, Song Qiong is really her grandfather.

She lifted her feet up the steps and stepped into the temple gate.

There is an incense burner in the first courtyard, and the cigarette smoke is faint, so you can see that there are usually many pilgrims here.

There were monks sweeping the floor, and when they saw them, they saluted and recited the Buddha's name.

Song said casually: "Donate sesame oil money." ”

"Later, please." The monk led them to the main hall behind.

The outside is not obvious, only to find when you come in, the inside is very large, the rockery flowing water, the pond vermilion tree, the temple is heavy and heavy, and the Buddha statue can be seen everywhere.

After walking through the two courtyards, a handsome little monk ran to him, shaved his head, but did not leave a ring scar, after saluting them, scratched his bald head, and asked a little shyly: "May I ask if the female benefactor is called Song Li?" ”

Song Li nodded.

The little monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said shyly: "My name is Zishu, and Master asked me to pick you up." ”

The deeper you go, the marriage tree tied with red silk, the wishing tree bears the beauty of countless people in the courtyard, and there are tourists who live in the temple.

"Originally, Senior Sister Ji Mian came," on the way, Zishu said embarrassedly: "But after she came back in the middle of the night last night, she said that she had made a big mistake and wanted to be punished, so she went to the bronze formation next door to break into the bronze formation, and the master let me come." ”

"Bronze Array?" Chu Qi was stunned and asked curiously: "Is this a temple or a Shaolin Temple?" ”

Zishu thought for a while, nodded and said, "Both." ”

The 7th day of the first month: "......"

Fu Shiyi raised his eyebrows, slightly interesting: "What kind of bronze array?" ”

Zishu said: "There are two kinds of bronze people in the temple, one of which is for the lay disciples who come to practice martial arts to go down the mountain, and if they can't break through, they can't go down the mountain. ”

"What's the other?"

"The other is the punishment in the temple," Speaking of this, Zishu seemed to think of something terrible, shuddered, and whispered: "Although there are light and heavy levels, I heard the master say that since the establishment of the temple, no matter how heavy or severe, after entering, only one person stands out. ”

Fu Shiyi and Song Li didn't ask, Chu Qi scratched his ears and cheeks curiously, "Who?" ”

Zishu subconsciously glanced at Song Li, opened his mouth, and tightened his mouth.

The monk doesn't speak, but he doesn't speak.

Chu Qi didn't notice his little eyes, but Fu Shiyi closed his eyes, squinted, looked at the girl, and said casually: "It won't be Sister Li." ”

Song Li raised his eyebrows: "No reward." ”

"Miss Song?" Chu Qi's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of astonishment: "Miss Song, you won't really be a lay disciple here, right?" ”

Song Li said lazily: "Almost." ”

Fu Shiyi's pupils condensed slightly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "How many punishments did you receive?" ”

"Not a punishment." Song Li glanced at him and said casually: "Pure curiosity, I went in to play." ”

"Here, Master is waiting for you in the meditation room." At this moment, Zishu pointed to the courtyard road in front of him.

The seventh junior high school was outside, and Fu Shiyi went in with a familiar car.

The room is clean and simple, with sandalwood, only a couch, a table, and one person.