Wen Ori lingered in the room for a long time before opening the door and coming out.

Die...

Shang Hexing hasn't left yet.

He stood in the yard and seemed to be waiting for her?

She was so unscrupulous in her dream last night, and it was really difficult for her to be calm in the face of his innocent face during the day.

"Are you ready?" Shang Hexing heard her open the door and turned around.

He was dressed very casually today, with a black shirt and trousers, not business-like or solemn, and he looked much more easy-going.

Wen Ori nodded: "Okay." ”

He still stood there waiting for her: "Then let's go." ”

Wen Ori closed the door and walked over to him.

The sky was not yet fully bright, and the two walked together, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, and there was the sound of crickets.

Wen Ori walked half a step behind him, sneaking a peek at his face when he wasn't looking. Every glance was like a thief, her heart beat fast, and she had already peeked at him three times before she walked out of a dozen seconds.

She peeked at his behavior from time to time, making it difficult for Shang Hexing to ignore it.

He stopped and looked sideways at her, "What are you looking at?" ”

Wen Zhi raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, a subconscious cover-up behavior: "I didn't look at it secretly." ”

Shang Hexing nodded at her: "Three times." ”

Wen Zhi was slightly embarrassed: "I don't look at it." ”

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" He asked suddenly.

Wen Ori bit her lower lip and thought to herself, what could she say to him, could she tell him-

: I dreamed of you last night!

: Tie you up!

: I whipped you with a whip!

If all these dreams she had were known to him, she would almost be able to live on another planet. Luckily it was just a dream, and he would never know what she had done to him in the dream.

Wen Zhi came back to his senses and said to him, "The Buddha Hall is going to be late for the morning class, so I won't tell you." ”

With her head down, she hurriedly walked in front of him and went straight in the direction of the Buddha hall.

Shang Hexing smiled lightly, did not catch up, but changed direction.

_

The Buddha hall was solemn, and Wen Weaving found a place to sit down on the side.

Kong Ci found her and reminded, "Female benefactor, you are late. ”

Wen Ori whispered back: "I know, I know." ”

Kong Ci reminded her: "Collect your thoughts and remember to focus. ”

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes, yes." ”

"Perfunctory."

“……”

The monk was chanting, and Wen Ori listened to it for three days, and at first he couldn't remember it, but now he could barely follow the monk to recite it.

Finally, listening to Master Huijue's lectures, Wen Zhi learned the meaning of cultivation from it, and reflected on his own heart, and felt a lot.

She folded her hands and looked up at the golden Buddha statue: "Amitabha, Buddha, please don't blame me for last night's dream, I must chant sutras every day, pure heart and few desires." ”

Kong Ci on the side: ?

Until the end of the morning class, Shang Hexing did not come, and Wen Zhi had to go to the dining hall by himself.

Since then, she has not seen Shang Hexing.

She thought about looking for him, but she didn't dare to look for him, she even guessed if he was only staying for one night and leaving early this morning?

Was he still going to say goodbye to her at that time?

But she walked too fast, and the communists didn't say a few words.

Wen Zhi went back to the squatter room and secretly looked outside the window of Shang Hexing.

There was no luggage left in the house.

It was neat and tidy, and the bed was neatly stacked.

Wen Zhi was stunned: "It seems that he is really gone." ”

Sure enough, he just happened to pass by Linshi, because he knew from a friend that Jingci Temple was very spiritual, so he specially came to offer incense. He and she had only met by chance all along, for no other reason.

"What are you peeping on?" Behind him, there was a questioning voice from Kuci.

Wen Zhi was startled, turned around and covered his heart: "No, no, why are you so elusive, little master." ”

"It's you who have a ghost in your heart."

Kong Ci could see at a glance that Wen Zhi was very panicked, and the old god was teaching her: "What's more, although he is your relative, he is a man, there is a difference between men and women, and your behavior is really indecent." ”

Wenori: "......"

I was trained by a child again.

This little novice always reprimanded her.

By the way, she immediately pointed to the door of the house and asked Kong Ci: "He...... Is my relative he gone? ”

Kong Ci shook his head.

Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Not yet." ”

Kong Ci told her, "I don't know what I mean by shaking my head, because I haven't heard that the pilgrim will stay for a long time." ”

The corners of Wen Weaving's mouth twitched: "Can you say it directly." ”

Kong Ci ignored her and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he fell back again: "Forget about business." ”

Wen Weaving put his hands around his chest and turned his head: "Where are you sweeping again?" Let's say it first, the steps outside the temple are not swept, and the steps behind the mountain are also swept. ”

Kong Ci said: "It's not about sweeping the steps. ”

Wen Weaving turned his head at this time: "What is that for?" ”

Kong Ci: "Master Huijue wants to see you." ”

……

This is the first time Wen Zhi has gone to see Master Huijue alone after living in Jingci Temple.

Kong Ci leads the way in front.

She followed with trepidation.

When she arrived at the meditation room, Kong Ci opened the door for her, Wen Weaving folded her hands together, and then walked in.

Venerable Hui Jue was sitting on the futon meditating, and he didn't open his eyes from the time the door opened to the time it closed.

Wen Zhi did not dare to make a sound to disturb, and stood quietly by the side for a while, until Master Huijue opened his eyes and waved Wen Wei to meditate.

Wen Ori nodded and complied.

After she sat down on the futon, Venerable Huijue asked her, "Can you still live in the habit?" ”

Wen Wei nodded: "It's good." ”

Venerable Huijue raised a kind smile on his face: "You are already a believer in Jingci Temple. ”

Believers are the name given by monks to pilgrims who often come to the temple.

They don't come often, they call him a benefactor, or a good man.

Wen Ori nodded lightly: "You still remember me." ”

"I'm old, and my memory is not too bad." Master Huijue placed a roster in front of Wen Weaving.

Wen Zhi didn't know why, and looked at Master Huijue.

Master Huijue's eyes were kind: "The last page, you turn the page and take a look." ”

Wen Zhi turned the roster to the last page with doubts, and there were three words written on it, donor Mu Yanzhou, donation—a large amount.

The date is today.

Wen Ori's fingertips clenched the corners of the roster: "Is he gone?" ”

Master Huijue didn't say it explicitly, but only told her: "The white magnolia tree in the back mountain is blooming exceptionally well this year. ”

Wen Zhi knew that the magnolia tree, which was the only magnolia tree in Jingci Temple, and many pilgrims would come to Jingci Temple to take a look.

Wen Zhi had understood the meaning of Master Huijue's words, she folded her hands, bowed her head, and got up to go out.

On the way to the back mountain, Wen Ori didn't know what kind of mood he was in.

Happy? It doesn't seem to be; What to expect? That's even more so ...... As for hatred? It seems to have dissipated.

She walked in a hurry, and seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the magnolia tree, she suddenly began to trot.

Finally, she arrived.

This magnolia tree, compared with the magnolia in Baixi Manor, blooms very well. A thin figure stood under the tree, as if it had been standing for a long time.

At this moment, Wen Ori suddenly hesitated.

Obviously, she came running, but when she really got here, she couldn't take a step forward.

Seeing that, Mu Yanzhou showed signs of turning around.

Wen Zhi panicked, and subconsciously wanted to escape, she even planned to leave quietly, as if she hadn't come to the back mountain.

But she had only taken two steps when she turned around and heard the man call out to her—

"Weaving."

Wen Weaving's feet were like lead poured into them, and he couldn't take any more steps.

Her body stiffened so hard that she didn't dare to move, and she didn't have the courage to turn back.

There were footsteps behind her, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and they were getting closer and closer to her.

(End of chapter)