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Ding Yi decided to stay in Nanjing for two days, and as soon as he got off the boat, he took Ye Feiqing into the inner city and went straight to Tian's house, but unexpectedly the housekeeper blocked the car, saying that it was someone from Emei's master's door, and Tian Tian went out with her uncle and went to Hebei. According to Ding Yi's prediction, he wanted to meet with Tian Tian and clarify the relationship with Tian Tian, and the two parties could consider asking for their names and preparing for the future marriage, but they couldn't do it now. The shopkeeper Tian was also out of the house, and Ding Yi felt very regretful.

discussed with Ye Feiqing, Ye Feiqing wanted to go to Yunhe Temple to have a look, Ding Yi had nothing to do, and just wanted to see if Zeng Jing had sent Rama's body back to Yunhe Temple, so he accompanied Ye Feiqing to have a look.

Yunhe Temple is outside the city of Nanjing, far away from the inner city, Nanjing is prosperous, people come and go, the speed of walking can not be raised, and there is a meal on the road, Ding Yi and Ye Feiqing are not in a hurry, they walk around the market slowly, ask the price of small commodities, come to Yunhe Temple, it is already dinner time.

Yunhe Temple is remote and remote, the sun sets, the outside of the temple is very deserted, but the temple building is very majestic, the outer wall is dark red, there are several big characters painted with white whitewash on it, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, it is very solemn and solemn. The front of the door is very clean, the copper nails on the mountain gate are touched to shine, and there should be a lot of good men and women in Nanjing City who come here to worship the Buddha.

Walking into the mountain gate, the light on both sides was a little dim, and there were two angry eyes on the left and right, holding law enforcement weapons, looking down on the people entering the mountain gate, adding pressure. The sandalwood fragrance in the courtyard is strong, making people feel calm, and an ancient Bodhi tree in the courtyard has lush branches and leaves, covering most of the yard, and the ground is paved with blue bricks. Facing the mountain gate is the Tianwang Palace, the door is open, you can see the tribute is the pot-bellied Maitreya before you go in, there are side halls on the left and right, the door is closed, you can't see it really!

Before entering the Heavenly King Palace, a seven or eight-year-old little novice came out, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I have seen two donors, and the little monk has realized it and guided the way for the two donors." Standing sideways to the side of the road, stretching out his hand to lead him, he was young, serious and serious, and he looked like a young man.

"Can you see the idiot master?" Ding Yi took a step forward, reached out and stroked the bald head of Wude, which felt good, and stuffed a big silver into Wude. Ye Feiqing smiled beside him without saying a word.

Wude smiled bitterly, pinched the silver in his hand, took a few steps back and bowed and said, "Donor, take care of yourself, I'll call the host master." After saying that, he turned around and entered the Heavenly King's Palace, flashing out from behind.

Ding Yi and Ye Feiqing entered the Heavenly King Palace, did not stay, and entered the back through the back door of the Heavenly King Palace. Behind the Tianwang Hall is a larger courtyard, there is a huge incense burner in the courtyard, the incense burner is still smoking green, and at the end of the courtyard is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which can be seen to be enshrined in the golden body of Shakyamuni. The golden body is vast, more than ten zhang high, golden and brilliant, very magnificent.

An elderly monk smiled, standing in front of the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, this monk is tall and thin, with short hair on the top of his head, eyebrows and a bush of beard under his chin that has been gray, his face is full of slenderness, and his gentle eyes are flashing with a kind light, about sixty years or more.

"But the idiot master?" Ding Yi hurriedly took a few steps forward and hugged his fists to say hello!

"Exactly, I don't know what Tan Yue is looking for Lao Na?"

"I came to Yunhe Temple, first, I wanted to put incense on the pillar in front of the Buddha, and secondly, I wanted to ask Master Jian, but I know Zeng Jing's whereabouts, the two of us and Zeng Jing are friends, and I want to find her!"

"Tan Yue, please!" Seeing the idiot stretched out his hand to invite Ding Yi into the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and when the two sides were parallel, the idiot said: "Zeng Jing left Nanjing to find his husband, and Lao Na doesn't know where she is now!"

Ding Yi was stunned, this Zeng Jing was so quiet that he was not idle, he was really busy! Ding Yi asked again: "A month ago, we were still with Zeng Jing, and she told us that she wanted to go back to Yunhe Temple!"

"Zeng Jing came ten days ago, and she said that her husband was gone, and he was going to find him!"

"Isn't Ah Sheng in Nanjing?" Ye Feiqing asked, taking two steps forward, kneeling on the futon, and bowing to Shakyamuni. Ding Yi is an atheist and doesn't believe in these things at all, but he doesn't prevent others from believing this, and continues to chat with him.

"Is Ah Sheng Zeng Jing's husband, I don't know this person!" said the idiot.

At this time, Xiao Shami ran in in a panic and shouted, "Master Master, it's not good, it's not good." ”

"Why are you panicking, your mind is not hindered, there is no obstacle, there is no fear! Enlightenment, you have not practiced enough, you have copied the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra ten times in the evening class!"

"No, Master, Bohu has been killed, Bohu has been killed!" Xiao Shami was so anxious that his head was covered with sweat, and his hands went to pull the hem of the old monk's clothes.

"Oh! Then take me quickly!" The old monk was no longer calm, and hurriedly titheed Ding Yi with both hands: "The children are stubborn, less accompaniment, less accompaniment, just come!"

"The master is busy himself, I don't have to say hello!" Ding Yi politely.

The old monk walked briskly into the backyard with Xiao Shami, Ding Yi and Ye Feiqing looked at each other and smiled, and slowly followed.

Passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a large courtyard behind it is full of stone monuments and stone towers, standing quietly in the dark. Ye Feiqing smiled like a flower, holding Ding Yi's arm in one hand, pointing to a stone tower with the other, and whispered to Ding Yi: "There, I cut the Wheel King into several pieces, the old life left me, and the new life started again!"

Xiao Shami pulled the idiot out of the back door, and pointed to a towering tree at the door: "Master, Bohu was still peeing and watering ants just now, I can't stop him, he will run to the tree to dig out the bird's nest again." ”

Ding looked up and saw that on a thin branch of the big tree outside the courtyard, there was a child with horns about the size of a little novice crawling on it, aiming for a bird's nest supported by a few small branches on the branches. The branches trembled and looked dangerous. The child moves forward with determination, completely blind to danger.

A small bird kept flying around the child, chirping and chirping, apparently trying to drive the child away and defend the home.

"Bohu, you come down for me!" the old monk walked under the tree, stamped his feet and shouted.

Ah, the boy turned his head and saw the old monk, and he didn't wipe it for a while, but his face was pecked by a bird and fell off.

Ye Feiqing hurriedly flew out of the courtyard to pick up the child, but the child twisted his body, turned around in the air, and landed steadily on the ground, his martial arts were quite good, looking at Ye Feiqing who ran to him, he smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, sister." My sister is so beautiful, I went back and drew my sister in the painting. ”

The bird's nest fell in the shaking of the branches, and the three bird eggs fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of greasy egg whites and yolks, the little boy shook his head, and sighed regretfully: "Old monk, it's all your fault for calling me." I could have eaten bird eggs at night. ”