"It seems that your popularity is not very good. ”

Drunken Chunfeng sat beside him and teased.

"That's not a saint, you can't do it to satisfy everyone, and you don't have to satisfy everyone. ”

Li Xiu brought over a bowl of light porridge, holding two cakes in his hand, which was very simple, but it tasted very steady.

"You can eat such a terrible thing. ”

Drunken Chunfeng brought over a bowl of noodles, a large bowl of Yangchun wide noodles, and sneered.

"It's good to be able to eat a few cakes in the first few years when I first arrived in the building. ”

Li Xiu took a sip of porridge and followed the dry cake in his mouth.

"But you couldn't even eat a loaf of bread in those years. ”

Drunk Chunfeng picked up the pepper noodles and sprinkled them into the noodles, Xu is hands shook and fell a little too much, and he was choked and sniffled.

Li Xiu didn't answer, the past has passed, since it has become a now, why bother talking about it.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the door opening, and the wooden door of the post station was opened again, and a bitter wind rushed in.

Li Xiu finally understood why many people frowned when he opened the door.

Because he also frowned at the moment.

He also understood why the word bitter wind appeared in the desolate north.

Because the wind is really bitter.

Blowing into the post station is like dry sand and dust hitting your face, a little choking when you breathe in, and there is no humidity, and the complete dryness makes your throat very uncomfortable.

This is the bitter wind that blew the border army in the north for many days and nights.

Fortunately, the door was closed in just an instant, and calm was restored in the post station, and before Li Xiu's brows could be stretched, the person who walked into the post station sat beside him and also served a bowl of light porridge.

I drank it one by one.

Li Xiu looked sideways, and then was stunned for a moment.

Because this is a monk, both in dress and appearance, it is an out-and-out monk's appearance.

He looked as if he had walked a long way, dusty, sitting on a chair with a little dust raised by his clothes, his face was sallow, as if he had walked too much and blown too much wind and frost.

But that face was very immature, just like Li Xiu's age.

Twenty years old.

This monk has a pair of good-looking eyes, those eyes are black and white, there is no superfluous emotion, Li Xiu couldn't help but wave his hand to dust off the surrounding dust, and he couldn't bear to dirty those eyes.

Then he handed over the other loaf of bread in his hand.

"Don't quit thanking the son. ”

The monk took the dry cake, bowed to him, and thanked him.

"A monk, what is it called not quitting!"

Before Li Xiu could speak, the drunken spring breeze sneered.

Buddhism emphasizes three rules and five precepts, and it is the most strict.

This little monk is not very old, his tone is not small, and he dares to claim that he does not prescribe.

"Both Buddhas and people live in the red dust, since they are in the red dust, how can they not be stained with red dust? Practicing and cultivating is the right thing, and there are many kinds of right things, and the same thing will have different meanings in different occasions. ”

The monk looked at the drunken spring breeze and showed a smile: "So how can there be any absolutely correct rules and precepts in this world? ”

"The more you want to be detached, the less detached you are. ”

Drunken Chunfeng snorted coldly: "You monks only cultivate one mouth, but you are good at mouth." ”

Bu Qu turned his head and took a bite of the dry cake in his hand, feeling a little hard, but compared to the wind and food and sleeping in the open space since these days, it can be regarded as a delicious food.

He just took a bite, as if he suddenly remembered something, hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his clothes, then stood up and put the paper on his chest and opened it, and quickly chewed the flatbread in his mouth, whether it was broken or not, and swallowed it.

The paper is very long and has a drawing of a man on it.

A nice looking person.

Li Xiu looked at the painting, and the painting was a young girl, although it was not stunning for the country, but it was also like a flower and the moon.

Bujie looked at him, opened his mouth and seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and hesitated a few times before asking, "I don't know if Childe can see this girl in the painting?"

His face was full of anticipation, and he blinked in those very good-looking eyes, and his voice was a little small, as if he was afraid that others would hear him.

This should be the like.

He has seen the appearance of the little monk, this is the appearance of Xu Yingxiu when she saw Wang Zhiwei.

It was the drunken spring breeze that saw Xu Yingxiu's appearance.

It was the wings that wanted to tie the moon and the April wind together and wrap them around the willow branches.

It is also the joy of Dengnan Lingwang Yinchuan wanting to pick peach blossoms.

"No, I didn't. ”

Those eyes were very bright, Li Xiu shook his head and said.

Those eyes dimmed a little, and then they returned to their original state, and they got used to it, and they got used to it for so many years.

The little monk didn't talk, hurriedly drank all the white porridge in the bowl, and then got up with the hat and left the post station.

There are many beings in this world who are busy.

"I've seen the man on the painting. ”

Drunken Chunfeng ate the noodles in the bowl cleanly, wiped his mouth and said.

"Then why didn't you tell him?"

Li Xiu also put down his chopsticks and wiped the oil stains on his hands and asked casually.

"She's dead. ”

Drunk spring breeze said lightly.

Li Xiu wiped his palms for a moment, and then fell silent.

He was not a sentimental person, but at the moment he had an indescribable feeling that he had never seen the woman in the painting, so naturally he was not sad.

He just remembered the pure eyes and the dusty clothes.

Li Xiu didn't ask how he died, and Drunken Chunfeng was not interested in saying it.

The two men got up from their chairs, opened the door of the inn, and walked out, it was already afternoon, and it was almost evening, and it was supposed that they should spend the night here and go the next day.

Strangely, neither of them mentioned it.

Because this place is far away from the ghosts of the two caves in the north of the Saibei, it will take a long time.

Even if it's an hour before it gets dark, it's going to be an hour.

"What are you thinking?"

The two horses drove side by side, and the drunken spring breeze asked knowingly.

Since it was a knowingly question, there was naturally no need to answer, so Li Xiu said perfunctorily: "It's nothing." ”

"A monk should keep the three rules and five precepts, he wants to be a monk and still wants to quit or not, how can there be so many good things in the world?"

Drunk spring breeze said coldly.

It was dark, and a ruined temple appeared in front of the two, and it was hard to imagine that there would be a ruined temple here so desolate, but there was no need to sleep in the wild, no matter how you look at it, this is a very good thing.

Half of the door of the ruined temple collapsed, and the other half was simply gone.

The two men walked in and found a red candle burning inside, and a monk sitting next to the candle was holding a painting in his hand.

It was the monk who didn't take the vows.

Xu heard the sound of footsteps, and hurriedly looked back, and when he saw the person clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped hiding the scroll.

"Two sons. ”

He saluted again, and said calmly.

"You are a monk, even if you claim to be non-preceptive, how can you really not prescribe?"

seemed to think of the sentence of the drunken spring breeze, and Li Xiu chattered a rare sentence.

The little monk looked down at the girl in the painting, and showed a satisfied and clean smile on his face: "The Buddha's disciple Ananda saw a girl on the Tao before he became a monk, and since then he has been in love with him, and the Buddha asked him, how much do you like that girl?"

Ananda replied, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, but I beg this girl to walk over the bridge." ”

Li Xiu sat down on the side of the red candle and stopped talking.