"When, when, when" The evening bell of Jingci Temple echoed one by one, floating among the pavilions with heavy eaves. The setting sun shone on the small beast in the corner of the eaves, and the crisp wind chimes also became melancholy.

On the bluestone steps, the shadows of the two coincided, Pan Yu sat beside her, and the golden-red sunset outlined the outline of her face, which could be included in the painting.

"Chinese. A soft cry pierced the silence.

"Huh?" Xu Xian turned his head.

"It's time for me to go. Pan Yu's eyes were erratic, but he didn't look at Xu Xian.

Xu Xian's face was a little confused, "Let's go, aren't you going to live here tonight?" You gave so much incense money, the abbot is about to kneel down for you. ”

Pan Yu turned his face sideways, pulled out the hairpin on his head, and let the green silk flow like a waterfall, fluttering in the evening breeze, covering his cheeks, "I will stay for a while and I will return to Beijing." Her voice fluttered like her long hair in the wind.

Xu Xian was surprised: "So urgent, don't you have to wait for Qiuyu?"

Pan Yu shook his head, and his long hair danced with him, "It's the same when you go back to Beijing for the exam." ”

"Hey, are you going to separate again just after we met?"

Pan Yu asked, "Are you sad?"

"Of course, we're friends!" Xu Xian looked like he was taking it for granted. "But don't be too sad, there will always be a time to say goodbye, and I don't know how happy I am at that time. ”

Pan Yu smiled lightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in this smile, and muttered, "Friend!" When we say goodbye, we can only be friends.

I vaguely remembered the scene when I went home, my father's ecstasy, she was no longer in that time, the old nun from her childhood came again, and left a bottle of water, saying that as long as she was eighteen years old, she could get what she wanted.

And after a while, she will be eighteen years old, and her family didn't want her to come to Hangzhou again, for fear of making a mistake. But she insisted on coming back, and all she got was this friend. What more could she want? Even she herself doubted.

His heart will soon be buried, and he doesn't know anything about it.

He turned around and said, "Stay with me more during this time!"

She was stunned, did she notice something, and she was still comforting herself with her delusions. Just replied softly, "Hmm!"

He also learned from her to loosen her hair and let it flow.

At this time, the sunset loses its last bit of goldenness. Their hair was in the evening breeze, sometimes tangled and sometimes scattered.

He looked back and seemed to see another face through hers, as if it was similar, but more beautiful and softer. But he quickly shook his head, and sighed bitterly in his heart: it's okay to be separated for a while, otherwise it will really turn into glass, and this will start to hallucinate.

Then said, the footprints of the two people are all over Hangzhou, whether it is two peaks and three springs, or four temples and five mountains, just enjoy the tour, food, clothing, housing and transportation are taken care of by Pan Yu, real money and silver are sprinkled, food and accommodation are naturally the best, and they are also responsible for talking about the scenery to solve the victory, any scenery from her mouth has countless old news allusions, often let Xu Xian, a local, listen dumbfounded, better than all tour guides in the previous life.

The cost is not small, and when Xu Xian was embarrassed, Pan Yu said, "Aren't we friends?" Xu Xian muttered: Friends are friends, where is there such a big grievance.

This said, just after coming down from Longjing Mountain, Pan Yu proposed again: "Hanwen, let's go to Feilaifeng Lingyin Temple Panhuan Er!"

Xu Xian faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, as if something bad would happen there. But there was no reason to object, so I had no choice but to agree. When he was out of his body, he had heard Fahai say that he was now placing an order in Lingyin Temple.

On the bluestone-paved mountain road, the two of them climbed the steps, the forest trees were secluded, and the forest birds sang.

In such a quiet scene, Xu Xian always felt a little uneasy, and finally the mountain road came to an end, and Lingyin Temple was in front of him.

In the meditation room, the two old monks sat opposite each other. One has white eyebrows, two temples with snow, and there is majesty in compassion.

The other has a withered face, shaped like a dead wood, even if he knows that there is a powerful Buddhist monk in front of him, he also sits like a mountain and is unmoved.

Even with Fahai's cultivation, he can't help but admire it a little, but this surname is not comparable to ordinary monks, no wonder he can be the abbot of this Lingyin Temple.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from outside the corridor, and a little monk pushed the door directly in, panting and speechless for a while.

The old abbot said slowly: "Guangliang, where have you put all the cultivation in Pingshuo." ”

The little monk named Guangliang finally came back to his anger and said, "Abbot, there are two pilgrims. ”

The old abbot said lightly: "How can Lingyin Temple say that there are no pilgrims coming?"

Guangliang raised a hand and said, "Five, five hundred taels, the pilgrim gave five hundred taels of incense." ”

The old abbot's half-open and half-closed eyes opened suddenly, straightened up and said, "Really?" and settled down again, "Please wait a while, I will go over after talking to Zen Master Fahai, by the way, who is it." After hearing the news, his withered old face was a lot more lively for a while.

Guangliang said again: "One surnamed Xu and the other surnamed Pan, both dressed as scholars. ”

The old abbot groaned for a while, and was about to turn his head to continue preaching with Fahai, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, jumped off the bed, grabbed Guangliang, and asked urgently: "One surname Pan, one surname Xu?"

Guangliang's shoulder was caught, and he secretly admired the abbot for being old and strong, and tried to recall, "Yes, one is very handsome, the other is ordinary, but it is very easy-going." ”

The old abbot clapped his palms and smiled: "Wonderful, wonderful, it can be counted in the old man's memory." He said to Guangliang again: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and help me dress." As he spoke, he opened the cabinet and took out his yellow satin and red brocade abbot's robe, and his withered old face was like a dead tree in spring.

Fahai was a little stunned even after a thousand years of cultivation, so he hurriedly stopped and asked, "Why is the abbot like this!"

The old abbot took the time to explain: "The Zen master doesn't know, one of these two people is the first genius in Jiangnan, or the nephew of the governor. The other is very good at reciting poetry and lyrics, and several words have been recited in China recently. If you can leave a few pairs of ink treasures, you will definitely be able to increase the number of pilgrims this year. ”

"What about the statement?" Fahai did not look pale, with a sense of reproach.

The old abbot said with a smile: "Buddhism is to be discussed, but rice is also to be eaten, and it is easy to talk when you are full." Even if you and I can not eat, nearly 100 monks in this temple want to eat, these Buddha statues painted on the wall, which year do not need to be maintained. Hey, you're full alone, and your whole family isn't hungry. If you don't belong to your home, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive. ”

The old abbot's words are like beads, and the proverb is one sentence after another. It's not like the slow strip just now. After saying that, he hurried out.

In the meditation room, Fahai sighed quietly, lonely, lonely!

When the old abbot arrived at the hall door, he made up his mind and tidied up the abbot's robe. Only then did he walk in slowly and said, "The two donors are gracious, and the poor monk has thanked him here." ”

Xu Xian looked at the indifferent bearing of this great monk, and couldn't help but sigh, this is a monk with a Tao, which is like going to that small temple before. The abbot is also a lot old, and in front of them there is still a "little monk, little monk".

After a few words, the abbot personally acted as a guide and led the two to the temple for a turn. But Pan Yu refused, only saying that they didn't dare to bother, they just walked around. Passing by the porch, Xu Xian saw an old monk looking at him from a distance, and felt a little familiar, but he forgot where he had seen it.

Fahai couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that it was Xu Xian, and looked at Pan Yu beside him, frowning and said: "Obsessed, and watch the poor monk cross you." "If ordinary people don't deserve his effort, just talk about it, just get it through, just get it through, just don't get it. But when he saw the golden light on Xu Xian's body that night, he obviously had a great foundation, and he was compassionate and had a relationship with the Buddha, which was really a good material for being a monk.

If Xu Xian knew that someone here had already identified him as a genius who was a monk, he was afraid that he would have to escape immediately. But now he was just puzzled for a moment, and then he turned his face to talk and laugh with Pan Yu again.

The Hall of the Heavenly King, the Hall of the Medicine Master, and the Hall of the Great Hero. I have seen them one by one, although they are antique, but there is nothing special about them, Xu Xian has also seen a lot of ancient temples, and there are no surprises. Pan Yu looked at him more than the scenery, and he didn't care much about it.

Until turning into the back house, there is a painting wall, which attracts the two to look carefully, and the painting on it is not the ordinary goddess scattered flowers and fairy Buddha. It is like the secular life of the painting, which seems to be the ancient city of Hangzhou, with extremely fine walls and houses, small bridges and willows, and pedestrians in the downtown area. There is no nomination on the painting, but I don't know who did it.

This painting seems to have magical power, Xu Xian looked carefully at the corner of the painting, which was extremely noisy, as if it was a welcoming procession. The sound of blowing trumpets and setting off firecrackers was like in the ears, and the groom rode a tall horse in front, although his face was blurred, but there was a feeling of radiance.

Xu Xian smiled and said to Pan Yu: "Mingyu, you see that groom's official statue doesn't look like me!"

Pan Yu glanced at him: "Do you want to marry a daughter-in-law and want to go crazy?" said and looked at that corner, this painting is extremely exquisite, take a closer look. In the sedan chair at the back, the bride is secretly opening the sedan curtain to look out. Although it is only a little descriptive, it feels very much like myself.

The two of them looked at themselves in the painting, their minds were shaken, and they suddenly contemplated, and their bodies fluttered, like driving clouds and mist, and they had reached the wall.

Xu Xian looked around, the voices of people were boiling, and the horn couldn't stop blowing. He also showed a joy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to dance. For a while, I forgot everything about my past and present lives.

In a trance, I knew that today was my big wedding, and I was married to a beautiful wife. Life is proud, and it has never been more than this time.

Pan Yu secretly lifted the sedan curtain and looked out, only to see Xu Xian sitting on a horse, and his heart was full of joy, this is a lover who can be entrusted for life!

Enter the door, bow three times and bow three times, and become husband and wife.

The flowers and candles shine high, look at each other and smile, and blush on their cheeks.

When the sky is bright, sit on the mahogany makeup table, comb the bronze mirror, look at each other in the mirror and smile, and fall in love with each other from then on, never separated.

Poetry and books are read at night, red sleeves add fragrance, and the title of Xu Xian Gold List in the following year, Jinshi and the first.

and became an official, which can be regarded as a success. The family is rich and rich, and it couldn't be more beautiful.

However, the years are fleeting, and the good times do not last long. After a few years of marriage, Pan Yu had no heirs, and it was useless to pray to God and worship Buddha. The family relied on Xu Xian to pass incense, and the matter of concubines was frequently heard.

At this time, in front of the painting wall, the two of them stood still. In the room, a woman stood in front of the painting, frowned, smiled again, and threw herself into the painting.

(To be continued)