"I used to be in the Chunxiao Courtyard, and the size was also an oiran, who didn't hold it for me, but in order to get rid of the country, I scattered all my net worth, and wandered all the way to Beijing, so I really felt that people's hearts were sinister and mean!"

As he spoke, two crystal teardrops ran down his cheeks, adding to the touching touch.

Chundan wiped away his tears, and his voice was a little choked:

"Alas, people like me come from a humble background, and I never complain easily, but somehow I see you and feel that you are not the first time I have seen you, and I have a sense of trust for no reason. I have had a miserable life in this life, always backfiring and having a bad fate. I have been in the dust since I was a child, but in my heart I yearn for the clear moon and the green lantern ancient Buddha, a plain life, and live this life in peace and stability. Nai, Nai...... Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes. ”

The more Chundan said, the more tears flowed, and the crying pear blossoms brought rain. How can people not feel distressed? Mo Shuoyue actually felt a little sympathetic when she looked at it, if she didn't know that she loved to enjoy and couldn't endure the hardships of Qing Xiu, she almost believed her nonsense.

Sure enough, the latter looked at her with pity, took her hand instead, and patted it gently as a sign of comfort.

Mo Shuoyue looked at these big, slender, white hands like jade, and inexplicably remembered Li Yunmin's hands.

After a while, I saw her write on a piece of paper: "If you wish, Miss Chundan, you can go to the poor nun and sit down more." ”

After reading it, Chundan's eyes showed cunning, but she kept hiding her face and lowering her eyes, and she didn't see it.

"It's just, it's just, my identity...... I'm afraid I'll defile you. ”

Shaking his head in concentration, he wrote, "The Buddha is in the heart, not on the surface." ”

After writing, he wrote: "The Buddha said: follow your heart, follow your nature, and follow your fate." Meeting is fate, Chundan Mo has to be stubborn. ”

Mo Shuoyue smiled and sighed: "Master Dingxin is really proficient in Buddhist rituals, open-minded, and intersecting with each other, why bother with identity, but we are narrow-minded." A word from you is worth ten thousand words. ”

Centroid smiled and nodded, then shook his head again.

Mo Shuoyue understood that she agreed with her previous words, but did not agree with the latter sentence.

I saw her write on the paper: "The sea of learning is boundless, and the sea of Buddha is boundless." Whoever loses the way he wants, and does it in vain, is called lost. ”

"There are mistakes in the road, people are confused, and the poor nuns only want to have a clear conscience, and they dare not bear your false praise."

"Master Mindset is humble." Mo Shuoyue smiled lightly.

The other party also smiled back faintly and didn't write anything anymore. Then he served tea and saluted them, obviously meaning to send off the guests.

After the tea, Mo Shuoyue and Chundan said goodbye very interestingly, Chundan was very good at climbing up the pole, and immediately agreed with Dingxin for the next meeting.

Before leaving, Mo Shuoyue asked casually: "I don't know where Master Dingxin's Mengding tea comes from, this taste is really wonderful, I want to buy some to try when I go back." ”

Dingxin frowned slightly and shook his head, made a gesture for them to wait, and turned back to the inner room. After a while, she came out, holding a small package in her hand, and also brought paper, and she slowly turned it page by page. It reads-

"This tea is given by others, and the poor nuns don't know where to buy it."

"The poor nun lives alone, and there is a lot of tea, and the girl likes it, so give it to the girl, don't shirk it."

Mo Shuoyue took it with a smile, "How embarrassing is this." It's really deserved, deserved. ”

Shaking her head with a smile, Mo Shuoyue understood that she was saying that it was okay. And he said, "Dare to ask who gave it?" If I could, I'd like to buy some more from him, and pour some more of the given heart Master. ”

Dingxin looked embarrassed, turned around and went back to the house, and after a while, he took out another piece of paper - "It's all fate to get together, it's really inconvenient to reveal the name and surname." ”

Mo Shuoyue looked at it, feeling a little regretful in her heart, but she felt a lot of pity on her face.

"Alas, what a pity." Then she smiled brightly, "But it's okay, when I ask an acquaintance to ask in the Jingzhong Tea Market, I can always find it." ”

Hearing this, his face changed, and he smiled reluctantly and nodded.

The three of them walked to the gate of the courtyard, made a Buddhist salute to each other, and after saying goodbye, Chun Dan and Mo Shuoyue walked out of the courtyard slowly.

The small courtyard of the bamboo forest gradually left behind, and the light from the windows became a small dot.

Chundan smiled proudly and said, "Look at my reflexes, with a look from you, I will immediately understand!" Help you gain the opportunity to engage deeply. There are few women in the world who are as beautiful and wise as me. ”

Mo Shuoyue smiled, and her tone was very serious: "Yes, what the great beauty of Chundan said is the truth." ”

Chundan smiled with satisfaction, anyway, she didn't care if it was perfunctory, as long as the words sounded good.

"It's kind of interesting to stay here." Mo Shuoyue turned to look at the house deep in the bamboo forest, thoughtful, "How do I think that according to the temperament of the Duanping prince, she will not be arranged here." ”

"I don't think so." Chundan agreed, "The Duanping palace is vast and has thousands of houses, even if it is inconvenient to arrange it in the palace, it will not arrange a nun in a brothel." In my opinion, either the subordinates have listened carelessly, or they have decided on the place they have chosen. ”

Chundan flicked the back of his hand and smiled weirdly, "The hand is like a soft wattle, this is not like the hand of a Qing cultivator." It was like the hand of the Israelite servant. ”

Since ancient times, nunnery or Taoist temples have been endless. It is said that it is a place of pure cultivation, and the dirty things in it are not much less than those in brothels.

Mo Shuoyue was silent, whether it was a nunnery or a temple, the people who cultivated in the Qing Dynasty were basically self-sufficient, and the hands that were too well maintained did not look like hands that had done work.

In addition, Dingxin said that if her residence was destroyed by a mudslide, there would be a mudslide on the side of the mountain, but she had not heard of any nunnery that had been damaged recently. This incident is either a lie or an indication that she is from somewhere else.

However, Duanping Wang Ye has always been famous, even if he accepts a nun here, Mo Shuoyue doesn't think it's so strange.

It's just that why did Lin Miaoniang come here? The woman who just came out of the bamboo forest courtyard is clearly Lin Miaoniang.

Could it really be as they guessed, the Stygian Grass was really given to him by Li Bin himself?

Mo Shuoyue thought about the case, and unconsciously walked in front of the Fog and Rain Hall.

She looked at the three big characters on the plaque and sighed softly, it's terrible to get used to this kind of thing.

But in just a few months, she was used to coming to Li Yunmin whenever she was blocked, even if she didn't want to come to him in her heart, her subconscious action betrayed her.

After standing stunned at the door for a while, Mo Shuoyue finally stepped through the courtyard gate and walked in.

As soon as Yuyang saw her, he said happily: "Miss Mo is back." There are osmanthus cakes, jade dew cakes, lotus cakes, and golden soufflés in the house, but when you come back at this hour, it is estimated that you will feel too tired, and there are purple sweet potato yam cakes and almond tofu in the kitchen, I will bring them to you. ”

"No need to ......"

Before the word trouble was finished, Yuyang had already run away.