『〗 Maybe it's hard to take the train, and An Xin goes straight to bed after washing. She slept so peacefully that she didn't even have a dream.

She didn't know that Li Yuanhao hadn't slept all night, just leaned silently on the head of the bed, looking at her sleeping face gently and attentively.

Her eyelashes were long, and her cheeks were flushed with sleep, like a sleeping child, and she was kicking the quilt carelessly, exposing her slender snow-white arms and legs.

At this time, he smiled and gently helped her cover the quilt.

He liked to see her move around like that, so that the fear in his heart would subside a little.

Although he didn't say anything to An Xin, the appearance of her lying on the bed without breath has become a nightmare that will never go away in his heart.

He always had a very uneasy feeling, and he was afraid that An Xin would suddenly leave while he was asleep. So he didn't have to sleep to watch her.

When the golden sun shines through the glass, it gently caresses her face. An Xin blinked her eyes and gradually came to her senses. She stretched and asked a little tiredly, "When is it?" Because she had just woken up, her voice was still a little slurred.

Li Yuanhao was gently curling her black hair that had grown to her shoulders with her fingers. Listening to An Xin's question, he looked at his watch and replied, "It's seven twenty o'clock." There was a faint tiredness in his voice.

An Xin was stunned for a moment, she met Li Yuanhao's faintly bloody eyes, and asked puzzledly, "When did you wake up?"

Looking at each other, Li Yuanhao smiled indifferently. He lowered his head slowly, and his handsome face slowly approached An Xin's face. He gazed at her softly and gracefully, his breath blending. He whispered, "I dare not close my eyes and fall asleep at the thought that your soul will leave me while I am asleep, leaving my body by my side. I'm going to keep an eye on you, and if I notice something wrong with you, I'll wake you up in time." There was an indescribable melancholy in his tone.

An Xin only felt a sour look in her eyes, and she quickly buried her little face in his arms. Rubbed it on the hem of his robe. A little sullen said: "Fool, don't you keep sleeping until my problem is solved?" Actually, even if my soul leaves you temporarily. I'll definitely find my way back on my own."

Li Yuanhao hugged her soft body, kissed the top of her hair, and said firmly: "I know, I know that you are reluctant to leave me. You'll do whatever it takes to get back to me. But I can't take that risk, and I can't afford it. At most, I'll make up for sleep during the day."

"Fool. Fool, you big fool." An Xin refused to look up, just buried herself in his arms and sniffed his fresh breath, and then scolded in a whisper.

Li Yuanhao didn't know why she was suddenly angry. But he still said good-naturedly: "Okay, good, I'm a big fool. But whether it's in the last life or in this life, I'll only be stupid to you."

An Xin finally quieted down in Li Yuanhao's arms. Li Yuanhao didn't make a sound, just hugged her quietly, motionless, as if this posture could last forever.

After a while, An Xin raised her head from his arms, smiled, and said, "Now it's my turn to watch you sleep."

Li Yuanhao was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth quickly hooked up a slightly upturned arc, and he replied briskly: "Okay!" Then I really got under the covers and closed my eyes. An Xin happily helped him pull up the quilt, and then leaned on the head of the bed in the same way as Li Yuanhao, holding his cheeks, and looked at him for a moment

By the time they came out of the hotel, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Under the introduction to the manager, Li Yuanhao took An Xin to find an old shop in the West Street neighborhood and ate enough snacks such as pulp noodles, Hu spicy soup, and mutton soup. After eating and drinking enough, Li Yuanhao took An Xin and went straight to the White Horse Temple.

White Horse Temple is located in the suburbs of about 12 kilometers east of Luoyang City, it is surrounded by mountains in the north and Luoshui in the south, and it takes about half an hour to drive to it.

Although it is already afternoon, there are still many tourists visiting the White Horse Temple. Outside the temple gate, there are new stone archways, release ponds, stone arch bridges in the south of the square in recent years, and the left and right sides of it are green spaces. There are two stone horses on the left and right, the size is equivalent to the real horse, the image is gentle and tame, these are two stone carved horses of the Song Dynasty, as a weight bearing with a bowed head. According to legend, these two stone carved horses were originally in front of the tomb of Wei Xianxin, the daughter of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, the princess of Yongqing, and the right horse general Wei Xianxin, and were later moved here by the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

Walking into the mountain gate, there is a stone tablet on the west side of the rebuilt Xijing White Horse Temple. This is when Zhao Guangyi, Taizong of the Song Dynasty, ordered the rebuilding of the White Horse Temple, written by Su Yijian, and the stele was engraved in the temple for three years. The inscription is divided into five sections, written in a rectangular shape, and is called "broken text tablet".

On the east side of the mountain gate, there is a stone tablet of the ancestral court of the White Horse Temple in Luojing, which is the Yuan Taizu Kublai Khan twice edicted to build the White Horse Temple, written by the Wencai monk of the White Horse Temple at that time, and the famous calligrapher Zhao Meng was paralyzed in the fourth year of Zhishun? Standing in the temple, people call it "Zhao Tablet".

The mountain gate of the White Horse Temple adopts a stone archway-style three-hole stone arc ticket gate." "Mountain Gate" is the main gate of Chinese Buddhist temples, generally composed of three gates, symbolizing Buddhism "empty door", "no phase door", "no door" of "three liberation gates". Ming Jiajing was rebuilt in the twenty-fifth year. The lintel of the red SE is embedded with the bluestone inscription of "White Horse Temple", which is the same as the handwriting on the arch stone of the bridge and cave leading to Qingliangtai leading to the hall, which is a relic of the Eastern Han Dynasty and the earliest monument of the White Horse Temple.

On the east and west sides of the mountain gate, there are two monk tombs of Morteng and Zhu Flange. Fivefold.,! The main hall from south to north is the Tianwang Palace, the Big Buddha Palace, the Daxiong Palace, the big hall of the tile red wall are all hidden in the verdant green leaves, the front of each hall is the green smoke Miaomiao, it looks very solemn and magnificent.

Pilu Hall is on the Qingliang Terrace, which is the place where Zhu Loteng translates Buddhist scriptures. The east and west wings are symmetrical. The whole building is magnificent and solemn, and the layout is neat.

An Xin and Li Yuanhao strolled inside, only to see pilgrims like clouds, and the special fragrance of incense candles was emitted everywhere, which should be accompanied by the intermittent chanting sound.

After looking around, An Xin's heart felt a little disappointed, and she said to Li Yuanhao: "It seems that there will not be the answer I want here." Because this White Horse Temple has been renovated too many times, it is difficult to find the historical traces of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

"Don't be discouraged just yet, let's see!" Li Yuanhao comforted, and as he walked, he suddenly pointed ahead and said to An Xin: "Look, it's Qingliangtai, let's go there and have a look."

Cheongryodai is known as the "Courtyard in the Sky" and is a scenic spot of Hakuba-ji Temple. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, the abbot monk in the temple once wrote a poem to praise: "The Xiangtai Treasure Pavilion is exquisite, the flowers and rain surround the Fangong Palace for many years, the stone is high and people are rarely there, and the time to hear the clear chime is empty." This high platform, which is made of blue bricks, has the distinctive characteristics of ancient oriental architecture.

Pilu Pavilion heavy eaves rest mountain, flying wings pick corners, magnificent, with hall, monk's room and other ancillary buildings, neat layout, self-contained courtyard. The ancient cypress in the courtyard is green, the golden cinnamon is quiet, and the environment is quiet. According to legend, it was originally the place where Emperor Liu Zhuang of the Han Ming Dynasty took refuge in the summer and studied when he was a child, and later changed to the place where the monks of Tianzhu stayed and translated the scriptures.

Entering the cool platform, An Xin quietly tried to probe, although the building here also contains aura, but it is not enough. She secretly shook her head at Li Yuanhao, and because of disappointment, her face showed a sense of anxiety.

Li Yuanhao smiled slightly, and his bright and translucent eyes contained a profound sense of qing. He took An Xin's hand and whispered in her ear: "Don't be so deliberate, why don't you relax your heart, right when we are on a trip to the mountains and waters, let's make up for the honeymoon."

"Alright! That's all there is to it." In desperation, An Xin finally relaxed her heart, she took a deep breath, the breath here is very special, in the rich incense candle gas is also mixed with a faint fragrance of pine and cypress, but it makes people feel unusually solemn.

The two really had a leisurely time in the White Horse Temple. Li Yuanhao also specially bought a large handful of incense candles and took An Xin to kneel in each Buddha hall. Especially in front of the tombs of the two monks of Morteng and Zhu Falan, Li Yuanhao held incense candles, closed his eyes, and secretly recited silently for a long time.

An Xin also knelt down reverently in front of the tomb, she folded her hands, and secretly prayed that she and Li Yuanhao would be able to go smoothly in the future and not have any more twists and turns. When she raised her hands and prepared to put the incense candle into the incense burner, her cuffs slipped down, revealing a snow-white wrist, as well as the quaint bracelet of Venus Rosewood Buddha beads.

Each bead is carved into a different arhat, and each has its own characteristics and is lifelike. Although this string of Buddhist beads was inconspicuous on An Xin's hand, it immediately attracted the attention of a sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk is holding a huge broom in his hand, and he is cleaning the dead leaves and miscellaneous cao next to the second monk's curtain. He looked very thin and withered, and the wrinkles on his face were like dense cobwebs, which could not be counted, and were covered with large and small brown spots. The corners of the eyes are full of wrinkles and large pieces of huangse eye droppings. But his earlobes on either side hung low, and they looked unusually round, which did not match his wrinkled face at all.

This sweeping monk just looked at his face and felt that he had at least **ten sui, but when he saw him wielding the big broom effortlessly, he felt that he should be in the prime of life.

After the sweeping monk inadvertently saw the string of small leaf Venus rosewood Buddha beads in An Xin's hand, a jing light shot out of his dim eyes. To be continued

Derivation. Ink. High. Small. Say. Net』