Jiang Yu smiled softly, letting the young man's slender fingers that were still stained with water lightly swipe her wrist, the cold astringency made her body tremble for a moment, and then she was hugged by the young man more tightly.

......

In an instant, the words dissipated, like snow falling.

Neither of them raised their eyes, so they did not see it, and even in the daytime, fireworks were shining in the distance.

Chapter One Hundred and Eight

The child on the side looked left and right, looking for a companion, and when he turned around, he saw two people hugging each other in front of him. The child hurriedly covered his face with his hands, showed his eyes again, and suddenly turned around and ran away.

The sound of children running and stepping on leaves sounded in the woods, so small in the burst of the grand fireworks, but a very small part of everything that happened in this world, like a girl chuckling not far away.

Later, they held hands and walked around the entire back mountain.

It had rained the other day, the air was good, and the two men were like the child, stepping on the fallen yellow leaves. Jiang Wu looked at the leaves on the soles of her feet, and could see that before they fell, the leaves should be green, but after they fell, they were exposed to the summer sun for days, so there was this crisp sound of stepping on them.

Jiang Wu looked at the person next to her, the young man had a face that was more beautiful than the bright moon in the night sky. After thinking about it, I still didn't say anything about my mother's parents. Maybe it's because she didn't have ten years in the previous life, and she wants to do it all over again in this life.

The two of them went back to the squatter together, and it was two rooms next to each other. In fact, male and female guests are not allowed to live together in the temple, but I don't know how Xie Yuwan told the little monk, and finally the monk arranged their rooms together.

Jiang Wu looked at the young man in front of her, closed the door, and after the door was completely closed, she lowered her eyes and smiled softly.

She leaned against the door and sat down slowly on the ground, directly opposite her was a window, through which she looked out at a few plane trees. But even the plane trees in such a remote place have countless strips of red cloth on them. The light of dusk shone on the strips of red cloth, and the girl leaned against the door, looking up at the thousands of wishes blown by the wind.

*

That day, after closing her eyes, Jiang Wu recited all the Buddhist scriptures she had copied since she was a child.

She didn't quite know what she was reading, but in the middle of the night, in the darkness of the squatter room, she reverently recited the Buddhist texts in her heart.

Occasionally she would think of her grandmother's face, and then everything she had known in the past six months. Those bureaus that once trapped her have all been broken in the past six months.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright that she slowly fell asleep.

*

Early morning.

The bell rang in Yuanshan Temple, and a group of monks were doing today's morning class in an orderly manner, including disciples who had just started and monks who had grown up in Buddhist temples since childhood.

The sound of wooden fish and the sound of Buddha beads plucking is endless. It was not until the morning service was over that the monks went to the kitchen in an orderly manner to receive the noodles.

"Abbot."

"I've seen the abbot."

The 'old man', who was called the 'abbot', was already hobbling and was supported by the disciples beside him, staggering to sit on a long wooden stool, slowly eating the somen noodles in the bowl.

"Ahem—"

"Ahem————"

The abbot spat out a mouthful of blood, his old face slowly lost its last vitality, and in the exclamation of the crowd, he passed away in front of a bowl of simple fasting on this ordinary morning.

*

Xie Yuwan learned the news when he was about to go down the mountain.

For when they came down the mountain, the bell at the top of the mountain was rung three times in unison. The bell echoed in the mountains and forests, and the people who went up and down the mountain all stopped, as if it was customary, and everyone saluted in the direction of the Yuanshan Temple.

"Amitabha."

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, they didn't see the abbot for two days.

There was a voice of people talking on the side: "The abbot has passed away, alas, the abbot should have been counted, and the marriage sign has not been counted in the past few days." You must know that in the past, even if he was sick, the abbot insisted on counting the ten trigrams every day, which was slowly reduced in the past two years. I didn't count it for a while, but then it recovered, who knows......"

"Amitabha Buddha Amitabha, the abbot is a saint, but is the marriage sign really accurate?"

"Yes, very accurate, I used to calculate a hexagram for my daughter, which said that she met a non-lover for the first time, and sure enough, that person was a liar. Thanks to the abbot, otherwise my daughter would not have known how to be ruined......"

Jiang Wu looked at Xie Yuwan on the side and said softly, "Do you want to go and see?" ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then touched her head: "Okay, I'll go and take a look, let Mo Huai send you down the mountain first, and if you don't go back for a few days, Mrs. Ji should be in a hurry." ”

Jiang Wu responded, she really wanted to go back to report her safety to her mother. She looked at Xie Yuwan, the young man's eyes were still very light, but she tasted some different emotions from them. The abbot ...... Jiang Wu thought of the bamboo forest, and said: "Let Mo Huai go to find the bamboo leaves of the sick book in the bamboo forest, and I will go to find the florist first after I go down the mountain." ”

They arrived at a gazebo where they could rest. Jiang Wu lowered her eyes and gently leaned on Xie Yuwan's shoulder. From their point of view, they could see towering trees and shallow clouds, everything empty, and the occasional wisp of wind mixed with warmth.

The young man turned to look at her, his hand raised for a moment, then lowered. There was a bell on the mountain again, this time I don't know why, Jiang Wu thought about the high place of the mountain, and pointed with her finger: "Thank you for being late, what is that?" It seems to be a towering mountain, and there seem to be many flowers on it, but it is too far away to see only a complex patch. ”

Because it was so high, at a glance, there were clouds all around, as if it had been covered with a layer of snow-white clouds. Jiang Wu looked at it for a long time, but she didn't see what it was.

"It's irises." The voice of the youth was very weak. After finishing speaking, Xie Wanwan also looked towards that place, the foggy white piece was a mountain surrounded by clouds, and there were some purple iris dotted on it.

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Iris? I think I've seen this name in a book, but it seems to be a medical book. It's so far away, how do you see it? As she spoke, she lifted her eyes and looked hard at the place, but found that she still couldn't see clearly. She continued to lean on Xie Wanwan's shoulder: "What does an iris look like?" ”

Xie Yuwan's eyes paused for a moment when this question came out, and then he raised her hand and stroked it with his fingers on her tender white palm. The force he used was very light, and the place where the force was felt was the palm of his hand, Jiang Wu couldn't help laughing softly, she pulled out her hand and shook her head and buried it in his arms: "Thank you for being late, it's so itchy, next time...... Next time, use pen and ink, it's so itchy. ”

Summer Japan was warm, and the two of them were sticking to each other, and a thin layer of sweat soon appeared on their foreheads. But soon, Jiang Wu found that she was the only one with fine sweat on her forehead. Her hand clasped his, still cold. She rested her head on him, and before she could say anything, he had already taken a handkerchief and wiped it for her.

The young man's handkerchief was also snow-white, and Jiang Wu's hand played with his snow coat, and it was easy to crumple a piece, but when her hand was released, the wrinkled place slowly calmed down again. He gently wiped her sweat as she folded her snowcoat with pleasure.

When the young man put down the handkerchief and grabbed her hand, she didn't look like she was being caught, but took the initiative to take a step forward: "Thank you, who wrote the little letter about Jiang Yuanwan?" ”

His voice was calm: "Orange candy wrote." Hearing this, Jiang Wu couldn't help but bend her eyes: "That's my guess wrong, I thought you wrote it, I thought you wanted to see me, but it wasn't." The girl's tone was inaudible, and she just gently hugged the young man's hand.

After a while, the young man's voice was a little quieter than Shicai's: "...... I asked Tangerine to write it. ”

Jiang Wu was not surprised, but raised her eyes to look at the place on the top of the mountain that was surrounded by clouds. In recent years, Yuanshan Temple has been very famous in Chang'an City, and even people from other places have come all the way to ask for a marriage sign. It's just that she has been in Chang'an City for a few years, and she hasn't heard of that place on the peak.

Thinking that it should not be open to outsiders, Jiang Wu didn't bother anymore. She took one last look, and happened to see Mo Huai in the afterglow. She leaned closer to the person next to her, Mo Huai came, and it was time for her to go down the mountain.

The young man gently touched her head.

Mo Huai was holding a bag of bamboo leaves in his hand and walked towards the two, he didn't approach, just where they could see. Morning Lotus on the side took the package from his hand, opened the package, and took out a withered yellow leaf from it.

When Jiang Wu walked over, Chenlian was still looking at the leaves in her hand seriously. Jiang Wu didn't bother, so she let Chenlian watch. Seeing Chenlian raise her eyes, Jiang Yu tilted her head: "Do you see something?" ”

Chenlian's fingers lightly swiped the bamboo leaves and shook her head: "I haven't learned this." This sentence made Mo Huai on the side lose a little indifference, he looked at Chen Lian, and then took the package from her.

The group went down the mountain like this.

Behind them, the young man's eyes were very pale and he walked in the direction of the bamboo forest. When he was halfway there, an old monk began to walk with him, and after walking for a while, the old monk said, "The donor wants to see the abbot?" ”

"Yes."

"Come with the old monk."

"Does the donor know why the abbot died young?" The old monk was dressed in a plain robe, with a string of mottled wooden beads in his hands, his face and hands were full of wrinkles, and his age could be seen between his faltering steps. After asking these words, the old monk looked at the young man on the side.

Xie Yuwan should be very natural: "The last time I saw the abbot, he was still in good health, and he hasn't seen the abbot again in these days." It means he doesn't know.

The old monk laughed slowly: "I don't know, it's also a common thing, where is the truth of knowing everything in the affairs of the world." But the abbot's affairs, the old man knows a little. This Yuanshan Temple is for believing in men and women to ask for marriage, although there will be people who come to ask for things on the side, but most people are still asking for marriage. This marriage is nothing more than suitable for love, but these four short words have trapped the world very deeply. ”

"The plane tree is actually not unusual, but it is planted in this Yuanshan Temple, and it is three points rare. Strips of red cloth were tied to the plane trees so high that they wanted the gods and Buddhas to see their wishes. This is fine, but there is one thing in Yuanshan Temple, which is not available in the temple next to it. ”

After a pause, the old monk sighed: "That's the marriage sign, people like the donor shouldn't come to ask for the marriage sign, but there are many people who come to ask for the marriage sign every day." The so-called signature is counting, and the so-called calculation is fate. The so-called life is one life to one life, Amitabha. ”

Xie Yuwan probably understood. One life is worth one life, the fate of the person who came to ask for a marriage sign in the front life, and the life of the abbot in the back. The abbot would have harmed his own life by revealing the fate of those who had not yet happened.

...... It's a wake-up call to him.

The young man was silent for a moment, looked at the old monk on the side, and stopped: "In this case, why do you still count?" ”

Looking at the young man's indifferent but firm face, the old monk flashed the figures of many people in his mind for a while, his master, his senior brother, his junior brother, and now the abbot. The old monk was at a loss for a while, but after regaining consciousness, he said: "This is the Tao, it is their Tao." ”

It seems that after thinking about it for a long time, the old monk felt that he was not suitable for a smart person like Xie Yuwan to go around the pass, otherwise he would be dizzy in the end. The old monk looked at him, and he also counted a hexagram.

The old monk couldn't think about his words, and finally could only say: "Donor, cause and effect are orderly...... If you have time, go to the top of Heshan Mountain and sit down, there is a pavilion inside, and the tea in it is boiled with snow water, and snow water boils snow. ”

Xie Yuwan had never heard the name 'Heshan', but the moment the old monk spoke, he seemed to know that Heshan was the mountain that Shicai Xiaowu pointed to, the peak full of purple irises.

In any case, he finally said, "Thank you." ”

The old monk shook his head, and then stopped leading the way, turned around and walked towards the mountains and forests. Halfway through, the old monk looked at the sky, which was hidden by trees, and watched it turn from bright to dim, and finally hung with the moon and stars.

He sat on the ground, holding the beads in his hand.

He only counted two hexagrams this time, one hexagram for death and one hexagram for life. The moonlight was completely obscured by the clouds, and the old monk fell slowly, and two or three branches fell beside him, and the old monk died in this ordinary night, and in the years that followed, he rotted along with the leaves that fell every year.

The old monk, who had been timid and cowardly all his life, sent away his master, sent away his senior brother, then his junior brother, and finally the apprentice accepted by his junior brother, that is, the abbot who had just passed away.

He watched them use their lives to calculate one marriage sign after another, as if they were cutting with a blunt knife one after another, their skins gradually getting old, and their souls dripping with blood. He didn't understand their so-called Tao, but when they passed away one by one, he began to be at a loss, and finally one day he couldn't help but calculate a hexagram, which was calculated for himself, twelve hexagrams, and hexagram death.

For some reason, after knowing the ending, he was a little more relaxed. So he raised his hand again and counted a hexagram for the young man who had a relationship with him...... I saw that the hexagram was treacherous, but it was born.

*

Xie Yuwan stayed in the temple for another two days, and he traveled alone to every place in the Yuanshan Temple, except for the crane mountain in the mouth of the old monk that day. When he came down the mountain, the person who had received him and Jiang Wu had become the new abbot, and it seemed that he had aged a lot overnight.

When he went down the mountain, Mo Huai was already waiting at the place of descent from the mountain. Xie Yuwan didn't ask anything, just listened to Mo Huai talk about what happened in the past two days. Occasionally, he would ask a question, and most of the time, he just listened in silence.

When he arrived at the small courtyard, looking at the sky near dusk, Xie Yuwan was stunned for a long time...... It's only been two days. Two days later he will confess, although it is not the verdict of all endings, but what has happened these days will never be repeated.

He pondered for a long time, and finally got up and went into the kitchen. The food is a little more delicious, can she be less angry. He would tell her that he didn't mean to...... It is true that he didn't mean it at first, but later, he was greedy.

Fireworks lit up in the kitchen, and the young man lowered his head and quietly cut the food in his hand. The stove on the side whined, and the young man put the sliced meat aside, lifted the water from the stove and poured it into the basin beside him, and for a while the mist was filled.

In the smoke as light as snow, the young man lowered his eyes, and his hands tightened uncontrollably. Even he could see that he was nervous. The son, who has always been noble and indifferent, now hangs his head in a small kitchen, letting the hot mist obscure his whole body.

When Tangerine Candy came in, it was like this. She stepped forward to take something from Xie Yuwan's hand, and said softly: "Enough is enough, Son, this meal only needs so much water, and any more is not good." ”

"Is that so?" The young man's voice was very weak, which made Tangtang Candy dumb for a while. She looked at the son in front of her, her hand was stunned for a moment, and those images flashed in her mind again. The room was filled with the strong smell of chicken soup, and the desire to vomit, which she had been able to restrain herself, began to flood again, and she couldn't help but run out and vomit.

In the kitchen, Xie Yuwan came back to his senses a little, he looked at the cup of chicken soup in front of him, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Should...... It's not to the point where you want to vomit when you smell it, right? This blankness made him turn back from some thoughts, and he couldn't help but look at the orange candy outside the door, and then looked at the chicken soup in his hand.

......

Outside, Tangerine finished vomiting, and at this time, a glass of water was handed over to him.

She turned to look at Mo Huai, rinsed her mouth first, and then said, "Thank you." ”

Mo Huai looked at her silently: "Why vomit, not only this time, but also chicken soup." Last time, last time, last time, as long as it was meat, you threw up. ”

Tangtang was dumbfounded for a moment, clenched the wooden cup, and lowered his eyes.

When Mo Huai saw her appearance, he couldn't help but pull the person up, and put his hand directly on Tangtang's wrist. Tangtang was stunned, and when she saw this, she realized that Mo Huai had misunderstood. She shook her head hurriedly, but couldn't say a word.

......

After a moment of silence, she whispered, "I just ate too much meat at once, and then that's it." I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't say ......."