At sunset, Zhao Xiaomeng hadn't found her senior sister yet, she was a little anxious, but she didn't expect that when she was going to withdraw from the city safely and return to the sect, Bai Shao looked preoccupied, appeared in front of an old temple in front of the mountain, and was so angry that she couldn't say a word: "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, why don't you have enough fun?" Where did you go? Let's go back before dark, otherwise it won't be fun to ensure that there are bandits and bandits, and the beautiful Huayin is agreed to be in the reflection of the peach blossom ruined temple! The burning oil lamp in front of the old temple was slightly lit a few times, Bai Shao rubbed his hands, saw the place where the smell of fireworks was the strongest during the day, and the lonely and dilapidated small temple in the mountains was deserted and depressed, the temple could not accommodate the Buddha, in the gap between the leaves, how many hidden enemies were killed, fortunately, the light of the day, the self-proclaimed Qingzhumen was not afraid of any demons and evils, raised his hand and waved, a gust of demon wind blew out the swaying lights, said that it was not a coincidence, the temple table was exposed to the wind and sun, and the wooden pillar made by the monk with clear notes was engraved

"The ancient temple cedar pine nest water crane, when the year of Fu La went to the village. The Wuhou ancestral hall is often nearby, and the monarchs and ministers worship the same", showing the elegance of the world's people!

Dark and secluded, there are ancient demons in front of the mountain, there are strange behind the mountain, hahaha, how, the poems and songs in it, the mottled ink has dried up, there have been beautiful things for talented and beautiful people here, the most unfortunate thing is that the fox spirit seduces the passing scholar in the middle of the night and talks about nonsense and feels that it is a fly in the ointment!

Anyway, the broken tiles are cold, the water traces are dry, the pilgrims no longer come to the temple to offer incense, a circle of ripples, how many accurate village women have been disappointed, and they scolded people for cheating people for their money and not believing in the pious small temple incense sacrifice, a little bit of mud, dirty and dusty everywhere, an old pen was thrown on the ground, no one picked up the talent that had been chanted and endowed with poetry, and it may not be as valuable as a few jars of daughter red in the dilapidated mountain temple.

The warm bonfire, how much enthusiasm has been swayed in the corner that no one pays attention to, like a spider working hard to build a web, a butterfly flapping its wings, flying among the flowers, always feel that the dust rolled up can choke people can't help but sneeze!

Does anyone care? Occasionally, a few dark red nightingales are screaming sharply, as if the gentleness in the night has violated the law of tranquility of nature, no wonder the heavens will turn the beautiful birds into dark monsters, I would rather believe that there is still beauty in this world, but the flowers are so beautiful, like the butterflies that are struggling for spring, fighting, the courtyard is fragrant!

Zhao Xiaomeng nodded, disappreciating in her heart, feeling that there was no need to be so nervous, but what kind of way could there be, you can't do it, you can still cooperate!

The quiet Buddha country is in full bloom and turns into a withered canopy that never blooms again! The majestic and down-and-out literati, who has no talents, is full of ambition to end up in such a field, right?

Tired of the complicated world, he decided to believe in the fallen gods, so he disappeared in the Buddha's country, came to the small lake dry meditation practice, is waiting for the blooming lotus, as if like a spring breeze, there is a white-clothed Buddha sitting on the lotus throne, very lovely!

[School Starts] [laughing but not speaking] there is a world of cold and warm plays, and when there is love and finally becomes a family. The dry branches cry late without sorrow, and the red paper and books return to the rain (crying rain period).

The question is that if you don't care about love, is the world worth it! In the graceful phantom, find the true meaning of the Buddha cicada losing a summer!

Anyway, if you don't listen or don't listen, the monk recites the scriptures, and Sun Buddha still insists on fighting and doesn't admit that the Buddha has anything good about Zen, and it's not as delicious as the peaches in Huaguo Mountain?

The ghost floating ghost girl walked into the world of Buddha with an umbrella made of white paper, it is better to understand the text, it is better to be worthy of the Buddha who understands what she writes, the female Buddha does not, so it is not appropriate for this nun, the ancient Buddha green light white hair for a moment, it turned out to be the silhouette of the white paper, how can any words describe her beauty?

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled and said sadly...