If the white horse passes quietly, a few days of time have passed unconsciously, these days Liu Boqin and Xuanqiu still live in Lanruo Temple, every day with the morning sun to start a day's life, but also with the thousands of stars swaying and sleeping, without the slightest miracle, just like ordinary people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past few days, under the huge ancient acacia, the Buddhist scriptures spit out of the mouth of the dust appear in the accurate time period every day, although the gentle Zen sound is not big, but it reverberates in this huge Lanruo Temple, every day at this time, Liu Boqin will come on time, sit quietly under the tree, and listen to the Buddhist scriptures recited in the mouth of the dust.

With him was Xuanqiu, the former demon king of Montenegro, who saw that Liu Boqin listened to the dust chanting on time every day, and as a boy, he had no choice but to be together, but there was a trace of resentment in the eyes of those dark pupils looking at the dust: "The old man's cultivation is too deep, so why listen to this old bald donkey's chanting, he can't even beat me!"

On this day, there were no clouds in the sky and the red sun hung high, which can be described as a rare good weather. It was still under the towering ancient acacia, the three figures sat cross-legged, Lichen and Liu Boqin sat opposite each other, as for Xuanqiu, he naturally sat next to Liu Boqin, although the coldness in his dark eyes had converged slightly, but looking at Chen's gaze, he still felt cold.

In the injection of Xuanqiu, Lichen's face remained unchanged, still with a charitable smile, he reached out and lifted the small pot on the stone table, poured a cup of tea for Liu Boqin and the others, and suddenly the quiet fragrance of tea slowly dispersed with the hot mist and spread in this courtyard.

The bronze bell of a ruler size hanging on the beam automatically sounded softly, and the melodious bell suddenly reverberated and clearly fell into the ears of Liu Boqin and the others, and even the birds outside the Nalanruo Temple also heard the melodious bell, and the wisps of Zen washed the soul.

This bronze bell is a magic weapon, but also a treasure, although there is no ability to attack and defend, but for this only one person in the Lanruo Temple, every day is still indispensable, has extraordinary significance.

"Hmm!" Xuanqiu's eyes flashed a trace of strangeness, if in the past, with this bell ringing, the time when the old bald donkey chanted had already begun, but at this moment he held a verdant teacup, still tasting the fragrant tea in the teacup, without the slightest appearance of chanting.

"The donor is leaving the temple today, and the monks have no wine and meat to serve, so this pot of tea can be regarded as seeing off the donor. Lichen put down the teacup in his hand, slowly plucked the Buddha beads between his fingers, and spit out the words in his mouth.

Hearing this, Xuanqiu's heart suddenly had a trace of doubt, he was going to leave today, he had never heard Liu Boqin say it, but for some reason, the old monk's words were so fixed, even he, a close boy, did not know something.

"Oh, how did the master know that I was leaving today, and still see off with such a rare spiritual tea!" Liu Boqin had a smile on his face, put the teacup in his hand on the stone table, and spit out the words in his mouth.

Although Liu Boqin did not say that what he said in his mouth was right, but there was already an affirmation in his words, today is the time to leave, at this moment, Xuanqiu's eyes showed a trace of essence, and the old bald donkey who was not as good as himself still had some skills.

"The donor came to my Lanruo Temple that day, although I didn't see anything wrong with the donor or what he wanted, but last night I had seen the joy on the donor's face, and I thought that the purpose had been achieved.

"What the master said is good, I was injured before, and I don't know where this place is, it is also an opportunity to meet a high monk like the master. The injury has healed last night, and today I was going to say goodbye to the master, but I don't want the master to already know. Liu Boqin smiled slightly and replied.

"Hurt! Heal!" Xuanqiu heard this, and looked at Liu Boqin with a deep yearning and a hint of surprise in his eyes. I couldn't help but say: "I don't want the old man to be so good at cultivating, even if I have been injured, I can't even make a move in his hands, it's really ・・・・・・" "The donor is serious!" said that the gaze in the eyes of the dust fell on Xuanqiu's body, put his hands together, and said: "Amitabha, the Xuanqiu donor follows Liu Shizhu's side, it is also a chance creation, and I hope that the donor will uphold a Dao heart and kill less." ”

Anyway, ignoring the coldness in Xuanqiu's eyes at this time, he reached out and took out a palm-sized wooden box from his sleeve, the purple wooden box was glowing with golden Buddha light, and a withered yellow Buddha post was glued to the narrow wooden box.

"This thing is useless, since the donor is already a boy who sits down with the benefactor of Liu Shi, let's give it to the donor!" took off the Buddha post glowing with Buddha light, and handed out the wooden box.

Knock! Xuanqiu heard a heartbeat in his mind at this time, but the gentle sound rang like a bell, and the blood flowing in his body became active at this time, and a clear voice told him that the wooden box was what he had been thinking about all night, and he didn't want to appear in front of him again today.

Xuanqiu is the spirit of Montenegro, although it is the ancestor of Lanruo Temple who incarnates and gives birth to spiritual wisdom, but the patriarch of Lanruo Temple intercepts a trace from the origin of Xuanqiu, so that although it gives birth to spiritual wisdom, it is not complete, before he attacked Lanruo Temple, it is for this thing, that trace of origin.

At this moment, Xuanqiu's eyes showed a warm expression, and his heart was filled with involuntary excitement, wanting to take the wooden box, but a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and the involuntary excitement was extinguished, and the gaze in his eyes fell on Liu Boqin's face, and there was a trace of longing in his black pupils.

Unknowingly, Xuanqiu has adapted to his identity as a child, and many things are based on Liu Boqin, considering Liu Boqin's gains and losses.

Feeling the gaze in Xuanqiu's eyes, Liu Boqin showed a smile on his face, and slowly spoke: "Since it is a master's gift, why refuse." ”

Hearing Liu Boqin's words, seeing him nodding slightly, Xuanqiu's eyes could not hide the trace of longing, a pair of small hands stretched out from the sleeves, and a trace of trembling in the jade-colored luster.

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What is in the wooden box, Liu Boqin has no intention of probing. Now that he has the intention of leaving, he drank the farewell tea, Liu Boqin was dressed in a white Confucian robe, and a white jade folding fan in his hand, so elegant. As for Xuanqiu, he was still dressed in a black robe, with a pair of black eyes flashing a smart expression, following behind Liu Boqin, leaving Lanruo Temple and walking into the distance.