At dawn the next day, he was woken up by the noise outside, Xi Yuming raised his head dimly and looked around, Han Yifeng's bed was already empty, presumably he had gone out early to paint.

Rubbing his eyes and stretching, he had been thinking about the wonderful music last night, and he didn't know when he fell asleep, so that Han Yifeng didn't wake him up when he got up.

Push open the door, see a primrose in front of the meditation room bloomed all over the night full of branches, some people around the flower tree heated discussion, some hands folded, pious worship a few times, there are words in the mouth.

He thought he hadn't woken up from a dream, and after a few seconds of surprise, he rubbed his eyes vigorously. When I came yesterday, it was only full of leaves, and it should have bloomed a long time ago, and this is the second season of the year?

In a corner, I saw a person sitting on a tree with a crooked neck holding a painting clip and painting, unkempt and unkempt, I thought it was who, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Han Yifeng.

Xi Yuming walked over and raised his head and asked.

"You don't sleep early in the morning, just sit here and paint, isn't it cold?

"Primroses bloom twice a year in such a high place, and you still have the heart to sleep? No wonder you can't finish a simple song until now, and love with songs. ”

"When you sit on this tree and paint, don't you take into account the feelings of the tree? No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't let the people next to them be wronged, right?"

Early in the morning, he was so frightened by Han Yifeng that he had no face, and Xi Yuming was also panicked, looking back at those who were talking about this spectacle.

Suddenly, I heard someone say that this year's Xiangfo Temple seems to be very different from previous years, and the abbot never retreats at this time, but this year is also an exception, and he has never been out of the cave where he has practiced.

Not to mention the flowering period in this temple in advance, some can bloom for two seasons, and the birds in the mountains have to fly around the Daxiong Treasure Hall seven times every morning when the sun rises out of the mountains before slowly dispersing, just like the morning worship.

After everyone heard about it, they went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall one after another, it seemed that the real strangeness had just begun, Xi Yuming couldn't help but turn his head to look at Han Yifeng.

Han Yifeng, who has always been very clear about the grapevine, should have heard some rumors a long time ago, and booked a meditation room here early, otherwise looking at this rhythm, he would definitely not be able to book a room in the next few days.

"Yifeng, who did you hear that this Xiangfo Temple has these amazing things?"

"I just reacted. Han Yifeng said while drawing, "Music talents can't be so dull, otherwise how can they learn better music theory and create the best music." ”

"That's natural, no one is as leisurely as you Han Yifeng, except for chatting with school girls every day, just gossip everywhere, look at your leisure, I think it's suitable for living here, or you pick an auspicious day for the zodiac to come over, and I'll send you when the time comes." ”

"Xi Yuming, if you see through the red dust, I believe it, if I see through the red dust and come here to practice, I think you should save it. ”

Xi Yuming glanced at Han Yifeng with disdain, his piety was in his heart, and his music was in his life.

"Aren't you going to the Daxiong Treasure Palace?" Xi Yuming asked, looking at the primrose.

"Go, go now, such a spectacle must be indispensable to me. Han Yifeng put away his paintbrush, jumped down from the tree and said, "Are you going?"

"I don't want to go, it's because you want to come here, and since you're here, you have to see all the wonders, or I won't want to come again after I get down the mountain." ”

"Why are you so reluctant to come here, you know, this is also a spiritual belief. ”

"I don't know why, every time I mention or come to this kind of place, my mood is very solemn, I want to be happy, I go around happily, but I always seem to be suppressed by something, and I can't get rid of this depression. ”

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand a word. Han Yifeng said with a smile, "Are you thinking stupidly these days?"

"You go play, I want to go back and rest, I was woken up early in the morning by you. ”

If you don't mention this, you can say a few more words, as soon as you mention this, Xi Yuming became angry, and he didn't say anything in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, and he also lost the cinnabar mole on his palm.

Turning around and walking towards the meditation room, Han Yifeng smiled, took the painting folder and went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Xi Yuming opened the door and looked back to see that Han Yifeng had left, it was still a lively scene just now, and now there was only one person left, it was a strange thing for everyone, and it had nothing to do with him like this.

For the lively, he has always given people a look of indifference, even if he is ridiculed, his heart does not have much turbulence, he is used to it, so the opinion of the outside world no longer matters.

Pushing open the door and getting ready to enter, I couldn't help but close the door, turned around and walked to the primrose tree, looked up at the primrose trees all over the tree, spring has ended, will it start again?

Suddenly, a lovesick bird with a dark gray-green color, a deep orange-yellow chest, and a yellow beak flew to a stop on a branch in front of him.

He couldn't help but stretch out his left hand, but he didn't expect that the little bird was not afraid to fly to his palm, he was very surprised, this little bird seemed to know him, not only was it not afraid, but also kept pecking at the scar on his palm, it seemed that it regarded this scar as food.

The corners of Xi Yuming's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a charming smile, he carefully looked at a large number of this little bird, he had never seen such a good-looking bird, he pecked several times and didn't eat the scar, and screamed anxiously, his voice was extremely ethereal, very good.

This cry made Xi Yuming's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and when he came back to his senses, the little bird had been frightened by him and flew away, looking up for the trace of the little bird, and it had disappeared without a trace.

The aftermath lingered in his heart, the voice was so familiar, but he never remembered that he had raised such a little bird.

He turned around and walked towards the meditation room, when a monk happened to pass by, and when he saw that he was different from the other pilgrims who had come to the temple, he came up and asked.

"Amitabha, why don't you go to the front hall and be as lively as everyone else?

"Hello Master. Xi Yuming respectfully folded his hands and saluted, "I also want to go, but I am unhappy in my heart, as if there is a mountain pressing down and uncomfortable, so I didn't go with my friends." ”

"In this case, don't come again, so as not to be troubled in vain, the people who come here, not all are happy people or people who must ask for something, some just join in the fun, some just ask for peace of mind, their own hearts, the Buddha does not know, but everyone knows that there is a Buddha in their hearts, and there is a quiet and spiritual Buddha hall everywhere. ”

"The proverbs that the master said, Yu Ming was taught, and he was fortunate enough to understand the truth in the future, and he will come to the temple to make a vow, and ask the master for guidance. ”

"Amitabha, the benefactor is mortal in the world, unsullied and pure, why do you need to come here!"

When Xi Yuming heard this, he didn't understand a little, he felt that this was saying that he was not suitable to come here, thinking that the master was blaming him, and wanted to explain, but he didn't expect that the master had already left.