The door in the vegetable garden was closed.

Squeak.

It's very resentful.

As soon as Su Qingming returned to the Hanging Temple, he saw a young monk with a familiar face, but compared with that year, this monk's face was darker, and the color of wind and frost was heavier.

The young monk looked at Su Qingming, and was even more surprised, he cried out, and then subconsciously covered his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.

Su Qingming has always been cold to others, but for some reason he was a little happy when he looked at this young monk, maybe this was fate, and said with a smile: "See you again." ”

When the young monk saw that he took the initiative to greet him, he was even more excited, and nodded desperately, not forgetting to put one hand together, which was very funny.

Looking at him like this, Su Qingming asked with some surprise: "Are you still practicing closed-mouth meditation?" ”

The young monk was stunned before he came to his senses, put down his hand, and said ashamedly: "Get used to it, get used to it." ”

Su Qingming asked, "What about your master?" ”

The young monk said, "Master went to the snow field with Uncle Xuanzang. ”

Su Qingjing thought that Zenzi would go over there, and now even the chief of the Law Hall went to reinforce him, thinking about what movement there was in the Snow Country, and the movement was not small.

He didn't ask anything, though, and he wouldn't be going north anyway.

The young monk still wanted to say something to him, and when he heard the convening bell coming from outside the temple, he hurriedly said, "There is an epidemic in Yujun, I have to go first." ”

As soon as he ran a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and asked, "How many days will you stay in the temple?" ”

Su Qingming said: "For a long time. ”

The young monk was delighted, saluted with a smirk at Lu Qian, and hurried out of the temple gate.

"Childe, do you know him?"

Shen Yunhai was a little curious as to why Su Qingming knew the ordinary medical monks in the temple.

Lu Qian said beside him: "When we left the Sword Sect for the first time, we met this monk and his master in Weihe City, and the two of them were good. ”

Shen Yunhai remembered that he was preparing to betray the mountain gate at that time, pretending to be crazy and stupid in the stone room of Yunjian Peak, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

It's all in the past, he has been studying the scriptures in the Hanging Temple for seven years, and he has long since ceased to be nostalgic, including Bai Rujing, the former teacher.

After passing through the halls, we returned to the courtyard in the deepest part of the Hanging Temple.

Shen Yunhai was a little surprised and asked, "You live in Yinyuan?" ”

Lu Qian asked, "This is called Yinyuan?" You know here? ”

"A few years ago, when He Guogong came to repay his wishes for His Majesty, those officials lived outside the Silver Garden, and I came to deliver food."

Shen Yunhai pointed to a place outside Yinyuan, and more than ten buildings could be vaguely seen in the mountains and forests.

Walking into the silver garden, the monk was sweeping the leaves again, and it seemed that he was not going to keep the small stone tower absolutely clean in front of it.

Shen Yunhai greeted the monk with a good acquaintance, looked around curiously, and finally his eyes fell on the small stone tower, and asked, "Childe, what is this?" ”

Lu Qian said beside him: "This is the Spirit Bone Pagoda of the previous generation of the Son of Heaven. ”

Shen Yunhai was shocked and speechless, and only spoke after a while: "It turns out that the legend is actually true, His Majesty the Son of Heaven is really fake death, and he ...... cultivating Buddha here."

Lu Qian ignored him anymore, looked at the three rain corridors in the courtyard, and judged which place had better light, so as to leave it to Su Qingming.

"I don't know what the name of the old man of heaven is here, but in the end, it is also a tower, it is really ......"

Shen Yunhai walked to the front of the stone tower, feeling extremely emotional, and then saw the Ahri sleeping in front of the tower, looking slightly stunned.

"This cat is ...... again What? Guards? Ahri-sama? ”

He hurriedly bowed and saluted solemnly, not daring to be sloppy.

From the moment Shen Yunhai walked into the Silver Garden, the sound never stopped, like countless leaves falling from the branches, floating in the air.

The Zhike monk felt that the disciples of the Sword Sect were so interesting, and he felt a little troublesome, so he couldn't help but sigh.

When Shen Yunhai spoke, Lu Qian took the initiative to answer, but even so, Su Qingming still couldn't stand it.

"I forgot to ask, I asked Zen to teach you to keep your mouth shut, why do you still talk so much now?"

Shen Yunhai said with a blank expression: "I don't know, Zenzi didn't say it." ”

Su Qingming thought to herself that the little monk was really not very reliable.

Lu Qian was a little worried, and Zenzi left the Hanging Temple and went to the north, indicating that there must be something wrong with the Snow Country, and he couldn't help himself.

Su Qingming didn't care, the little monk had profound Buddhism, and of course it would be helpful for him to refine the immortal urn, but he was too smart, and if he met too many times, he would definitely be recognized. Of course, it wasn't a big deal to recognize it, but it was just a little embarrassing, and he relied on the lotus cloud of Zen Zi to avoid Fang Jingtian's killing intent outside Zhuo Jianzun's fake cave mansion back then......

He still can't forget that "little friend".

This is how life at the Hanging Temple began.

The courtyard in the silver garden is really quiet, the birds are in the distance, there are no cicadas in the deep winter, and the three rain corridors are each occupied by the monk Zhike, Lu Qian, and Su Qingming.

In addition to sweeping the fallen leaves, the monk sits on the futon and meditates, but he is too old, and more often he is basking in the sun and napping.

Lu Qian sat on the futon, with dozens of Buddhist scriptures piled up beside him, reading carefully, occasionally closing his eyes and meditating for a moment.

Ahri sometimes lay on her stomach in front of the tower, more often on her lap, and occasionally slept in the pile of fallen leaves swept by the monks.

Su Qingming didn't read the Buddhist scriptures, nor did he meditate, took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

Suddenly it rained in the sky, and Ahri got out of the fallen leaves, returned to Lu Qian's side, and lay quietly on his stomach.

Now in the depths of winter, just the hanging temple land near the East China Sea, the climate is warm, Zen is hidden in the mountains, unless the cold wave to the north, it will snow.

Shen Yunhai finished his inspection and preliminary care of Yinyuan, found the teapot, small stove and related things, and began to make tea by the corridor.

Before and after the water in the teapot boils, it makes a purring sound.

Whether it's in the pile of fallen leaves or on Lu Qian's lap, Ahri often makes a purring sound.

Ahri-sama is so cute.

Shen Yunhai thought about this question and sneaked a glance at the cat from time to time.

After the tea is boiled, divide it into four bowls and rest it in front of each one.

The rain was dripping.

The fragrance of tea is diluted by the rain, but it is more fragrant.

Shen Yunhai sat cross-legged in the corner of the rain corridor and began to meditate.

At one point, when the rain stopped and twilight enveloped the ancient temple, he opened his eyes and woke up, cleaned up the tea stove and bowls, and went to the house to tidy up.

Just like in Nansong Pavilion back then, the so-called service is these little things.

"Childe, I'm leaving."

"Hmm."

In the twilight, Shen Yunhai walked out of the Hanging Temple and returned to the vegetable garden.

With a squeak, the door was happily pushed open, and Yang Liu said happily: "I thought you wouldn't come back." ”

Shen Yunhai smiled and said, "There is only one bed in the guest house in Yinyuan, so I can't sleep. ”

Yang Liu's eyes changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Are the two immortal masters ...... Isn't it rumored that Su Qing and Fairy Li Shu are a couple? ”

"What do you think? Childe likes to sleep on bamboo chairs. ”

Shen Yunhai said with a smile, and then remembered that the bamboo chair was indeed a little old, and his eyes naturally fell on a corner of the vegetable garden. There are a few clumps of bamboo that he asked Qing Xiao to find a way to move from Tianguang Peak, I don't know if it's because of water and soil or something else, it's not as good as when it was in the Sword Sect, and I don't know if it's suitable for repairing bamboo chairs.

……

In the early morning five days later, a bell faintly sounded, Su Qingming got up from the bamboo chair, took Lu Qian out of Yinyuan, and walked towards the temple.

The lecture hall started today, and Master Qingkong personally gave a lecture.

The Hanging Temple is very large, and the stone towers of the temple Zen room are everywhere, and Su Qingming walks freely in it, which seems very familiar.

The lecture hall is a large hall, and at this time dozens of monks have gathered, wearing monks' robes representing different generations, sitting on futons without any sound. Looking at Su Qingming and Lu Qian who walked into the hall, the monks were a little surprised, you must know that this is the inner temple, why did these two donors appear here?

A monk recognized the identities of Su Qingming and Lu Qian, and whispered a few words, so his eyes fell on Master Qingkong's body to see how he decided.

Master Qingkong was also a little surprised, thinking to himself, could it be that these two really came to the temple to listen to the scriptures?

The Sword Sect and the Daomen are both leaders of the righteous path, and the Hanging Temple will give enough respect, but outsiders have never been allowed to stay here in the lecture hall......

Thinking about the relationship between Zenzi and Heavenly Sword Peak, Master Qingkong shook his head with a smile and signaled that it was okay.

Zhuo Jianzun is a real person who has the friendship of a half-master in Zenzi, and today it is even a little bit of a one-two.

Su Qingming and Lu Qian walked to an inconspicuous corner.

At the beginning, Lu Qian in Qipanshan once reminded him that this kind of occasion is always more particular, so he did not bring a bamboo chair over, and sat on the futon like those monks.

There was no opening sentence in the Hanging Temple's preaching, and it began with the three stone sounds.

Master Qingkong's voice was a little low, like a bell, and it was extremely mellow.

Today, he explained the Seven Ginseng Sutras of the Heavenly Tree, which was quite obscure, and there was no undulating sound echoing in the lecture hall, which was quite effective in helping sleep.

The dozens of monks sitting on the futon listened quietly, looking serious on the surface.

Some young monks who are not in the realm enough can't help but secretly pinch their thighs a few times to dispel their sleepiness.

Lu Qian listened very attentively, without a moment of distraction, his eyes became brighter and brighter, black and white became more and more distinct, and he was very energetic.

Half an hour later, there were three more stone sounds, and the lecture came to an end for the time being.

Most of the monks still sit on the futon and continue to understand the master's explanations.

Some monks stood up and went to the locust tree outside the lecture hall, either to fight boxing or to refresh their spirits.

Lu Qian looked at these pictures and smiled slightly, remembering the scene of the Daomen Asking Dao Conference relayed by Qing Xiao, and thought that if Zhuo Rusui was here, he was afraid that he would fall asleep in a while. Then she looked at Su Qingming beside her, wanting to ask him about something, but found that he had closed his eyes and breathed slowly and slowly, and he was already asleep.

What is this listening to?

……

Shen Yunhai went to Yinyuan and found that Su Qingming and Lu Qian were not there, so he went to ask Lord Ahri but the cat ignored him, so he had to disturb the monk and knew that they had gone to listen to the scriptures.

He has already read and interpreted those scriptures, and he doesn't need to listen to them again, so what is he going to do today?

He went back to the vegetable garden, cut a few bamboos, and then returned to the silver garden again and began to repair the bamboo chair.

The Zhike monk walked to the courtyard and began to sweep the fallen leaves, watching him become more and more proficient in his movements, smiling and thinking, thinking that these Sword Sect disciples were really interesting.

"Where do the fallen leaves go after they are swept every day? Master, these things will be done for me in the future. ”

Shen Yunhai felt the gaze of the monk who knew the guest, and said while repairing the bamboo chair: "I heard that the prince said that you used to be the Taichang Siqing of Chang'an City, and you were born with the name of the monk Dachang, but there is a little bit missing, which is really interesting." ”

The monk changed slightly, thinking that this kind of thing was interesting, and he didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore, so he continued to deal with the fallen leaves with a bamboo broom.

Shen Yunhai glanced back and said with concern: "Your broom looks a little old, it just so happened that I brought bamboo today, do you want to make a new one for you." ”

The monk was very helpless, thinking that it was no wonder that Su Qingming wanted you to learn to close your mouth.

Shen Yunhai has never needed an opponent to speak, he lowered his head and continued to repair the bamboo chair, and kept thinking about it.

The monk sighed, his face was wrinkled, looking at the small stone tower, thinking that it is so noisy here now, do you want to move, Your Majesty?

……