When Xie Wenliang opened his eyes, he saw the apricot blossoms floating above his head.

He was lying under the almond blossom tree.

"Xiao Liangzi woke up, if you don't get up again, you have to change me to carry you this time."

A person's head is naturally facing his face, and the ends of his hair caress his face intentionally or unintentionally, itchy, but a little scratchy.

The eyes are facing each other.

Xie Wenliang was a little embarrassed and deliberately turned his head to the side.

Of course, it is Xu Nanchan.

The apricot blossoms fell in her hair, as if embroidered, as if they were combing her.

Beauty is like a painting, with curved eyelashes.

People's hearts are hot.

"Why am I here?" Xie Wenliang quickly got up and coughed twice: "What about Master Chen?" ”

Xu Nanchan walked to the stool next to him, grabbed a white child, and yawned.

"Distinguished guests, of course Xinghua Temple should be well received."

It was dustless who made the noise.

It's still the same outfit, white, broom, and big bald head. If you look closely, the dustless monk is actually quite handsome, with slender eyebrows and eyes, even holding a broom, and there is also a bit of an ethereal realm under the apricot blossom tree.

He swept not flowers, but loneliness.

"This is a dustless monk." Xu Nanchan instead crossed his legs: "I lost to chess in chess." ”

Of course, it's not just proud.

Xie Wenliang arched his hand and returned the salute without dust.

Xu Nanchan glanced at Wuchen, Wuchen shook his head helplessly, and took out a jar of wine from his sleeve robe.

The wine jar is particularly simple, and even simply carved out the word wine, the bottom of the altar is engraved with an apricot flower, and the two holes are simply passed through with hemp rope. I don't see anything strange about it.

Wuchen smiled: "Here, you can't run away." Why is this temperament so similar to your father? ”

"Who knows if you're going to drink." Xu Nanchan stretched out his hand and took over the wine jar: "That's it?" ”

Xie Wenliang was looking around, and the apricot blossom tree had to be hugged by three or five people.

Xu Nanchan directly threw the wine jar to Xie Wenliang, stared at Wuchen and said, "I want more than just wine. ”

"On that day, your father came to Gusu to find scattered people, and then went north." Wuchen waved his broom again: "He asked me to tell you, I want to see him, go to the Eastern Capital to find Fan Yu." ”

Eye disease and quick hand.

Xie Wenliang instantly turned around and took over the wine jar, still wondering in his heart.

When did you react so quickly?

Hearing Wuchen's words, Xie Wenliang opened his mouth and said, "So, your father and my master asked us to find a person, and all this was planned. ”

"But you're going to learn swordsmanship, and she's going to her father. These are two different flowers. There are no apricot blossoms under the feet of the dust: "Each flower has a different fate, or drifting, or landing, or flying, or free." ”

Xie Wenliang was suddenly told the plan, and subconsciously clenched his waist: "How do you know?" ”

"If you know, you know, maybe he's part of the plan." Xu Nanchan was very casual: "Everything is hidden from us now, and they want us to find the answer ourselves." ”

Xie Wenliang sighed and had to look at the wine jar.

There was a lot of alcohol inside.

"I'd like to know more about how you came up with this idea." Wuchen smiled kindly at Xie Wenliang: "You have seen Shenhui. ”

Xie Wenliang scratched his head, just about to say the answer.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the temple.

The abbot of the dust.

"It's not easy, Divine Wisdom Sect." Lichen looked at Wuchen, and the two looked at each other and smiled: "Boy, do you really think I can't see that he wrote it?" ”

Xie Wenliang had no choice but to arch his hand: "It is indeed left by the Divine Wisdom Daoist, and he left these four sentences in the center of my eyebrows." When I was about to say give up, I suddenly said it out of my control. ”

"So you fainted, and that's because the Divine Wisdom He really vanished. Too much mental power, unacceptable for a while. Lichen walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "It's nothing, it's also a relief for that guy." ”

"Because he said that the Buddha is the Tao, and the Tao is the Buddha. Therefore, he is the only one who can understand his Zen. ”

Wuchen put the broom under his arm, clapped his hands, and agreed.

In the quiet Zen courtyard, there are wooden fish from time to time.

Apricot blossoms are scattered, and the seasons are scattered.

Thirty years have passed, and he is the only one who can defeat him, just like a few apricot blossoms that never fall on this apricot tree.

One Bodhi, two Zen. A sentence is dry, a sentence is glorious.

"I really don't know if he will be able to ascend to the Nine Realms of Clouds if he is still here?" Wuchen smiled and said: "Not necessarily, he is arrogant, otherwise he would not protect the sword." ”

Xie Wenliang was a little confused: "Those two masters, can you tell us where Fan Yu lives in Dongdu?" ”

"The Buddha said: Don't be cloudy." Wuchen patted the apricot blossoms on his shoulder, and they fell one by one: "But you have a relationship with my Buddha, I know that you passed by a temple, and Shenhui left something for you." ”

Xu Nanchan couldn't hear it, and continued to fiddle with the chess pieces in his hand.

Is it true that the father will only leave a white son?

"Wuchen, give them a sign."

The three of them looked at Wuchen at the same time.

The white-clothed monk smiled: "It's a trivial matter, isn't my Buddha just fate." ”

I thought he would take out the stick, but Wuchen just waved his hand, and the snow-white sleeve robe spread out like the wings of a white bird, wrapping a lot of falling apricot blossoms, dotted with stars.

It's like a pink sky full of stars blooming in the snow.

The rouge color must be half of the moon mixed with three points of pink to reconcile.

Wuchen stretched out his hand to Xie Wenliang: "How many petals does this apricot blossom have in my palm?" ”

"Six?" Xie Wenliang raised his eyebrows frantically at Xu Nanchan.

"No, it's seven." Wuchen then said: "Six rivers and seven mountains, but the clouds are changeable. Ordinary people, don't see me in the green mountains. ”

Xu Nanchan seemed to understand something, and nodded: "Fan Yu lives on the mountain?" ”

Lichen immediately stretched out his hand to interrupt: "Among them, cause and effect cannot be clouded." Since Xie Wenliang has nothing to do, after you drink this jar of wine, you can leave the temple, and come back every three years to get a jar of leftover wine, which is our fate. ”

Every three years, the poor monk knocked on the wooden fish for three years.

I am a Buddha.

The atmosphere seemed to be a little cold, and Wuchen stopped talking and continued to sweep the floor.

Lichen took out two small wine glasses from his arms and signaled that he could drink.

Xie Wenliang immediately poured it full.

Suddenly, I found that a jar of wine was only enough for two wine glasses, and I had just heard it very shaking.

"Only so much?" Xu Nanchan was a little angry.

Wuchen waved his hand: "It also depends on fate, I really can't ask for it, there are only so many." ”

Xu Nanchan was just about to get angry.

Xie Wenliang said something in her ear.

Subsequently, the two drank it all in front of the dust-free.

The four of them are harmonious.