Two Ex-Husbands On One Stage

Chapter 52 Yongquan Temple?

On the fifth day of the fifth day, the autumn rain suddenly arrived, and it seemed that the sloppy and rugged world would be wiped out of the dirt. The road was muddy and not good. The carriage wandered all the way, the bumps, and the car curtain even flicked open. It seemed that the road was gradually deserted and the city gates were gradually disappearing. The shops and houses on both sides of the road were slowly replaced by large fields.

When I lifted the corner of the car curtain, I saw an old farmer wearing a **** holding a **** in the rain on the harvested field. An old woman was holding a **** and raining. The old woman was holding a sweat towel. From time to time, the old man came forward to wipe his face while he rested. After getting sweaty and sweating, he stretched out his hand and took out the buns from the sturdy bamboo basket and handed it to the old man, but the old man seemed to be intolerant to eat alone. He always took a small bite and stuffed it in the old woman's mouth to make her bite.

"What are Miao'er looking at?" Pei Yanzhen asked me out behind me, only to know that he had been silent for a long time.

But seeing Pei Yanzhen held a circle of cushions behind me, and after confirming that the cushions were firm, I shook my hand and touched my cool hand, and the tip of my eyebrow gently flicked like a blame, and the cape was lifted in the next moment. , Covering my hands on his chest and closing the cloak, everything moves naturally.

I suddenly realized that my nose was sore, and suddenly I didn't want to go up the mountain to make a wish, but was about to change my way, but Zhanyue's voice sounded loudly outside the car, "Master Qiqi, here!"

Because the temple is a sacred place of the Buddhist temple, swords and swords are not visible, otherwise it is a great disrespect to the Buddha and the gods, so except for Zhanyue and the ten bodyguards who entered the mountain gate, the other sword and arrow guards were blocked and stationed outside the mountain gate.

Pei Yanzhen held a paper umbrella, and I let his elbow lead the way into the mountain gate. The ancient trees in Yongquan Temple cover the sky, the moss marks on the ground are intertwined with green and gray, and they look out into the distance. The stone carvings of the cliffs in the forest of Beilin Mountain are faintly visible, and the mist is misty in the autumn rain. He only focused on the road and reminded him from time to time: "Yanzhen, with more green feet, walk more slowly." "There are stones in front, let's bypass."

After I stopped at Jiaao Bridge for a while, I looked up and saw that the face of a paper umbrella in his hand was all on my side. I can’t complain that I didn’t even touch the rain. I looked at him, but it was half shoulders. Pouring it through.

"You! Really~" I angered him by holding the umbrella handle, and set the umbrella face upright.

But he seemed to remember something interesting with a smile, and he laughed for a while before saying: "It's nothing to drip this rain. Twelve years ago in Qingming, I went to Daming Temple in Yangzhou City to burn incense."

I took out the silk par and wiped off the water drops on his neck for him, absent-mindedly asked, "Did you bring an umbrella at that time?"

"Take it, but suffer more than without it."

Only then did I concentrate, and asked: "Is it possible to hold an umbrella for a girl like this, so get wet?" Did he still have a little green plum that had two small guesses? This kind of guessing makes me feel very uncomfortable.

But when he saw a smile on his lips, he said, "It wasn't holding an umbrella for the girl, but a little girl poked a few holes in the oiled paper umbrella with a lit incense, so it couldn't hold it, and in the end it was awkward. When the rain came home, I was sneezing again and again."

For a moment, I was amazed, and I realized that I was familiar, but I didn't think about it. The abbot Yongquan Temple had already led several people to meet us, interrupting the conversation between them.

I was placed in the Guanyin Pavilion of the main temple by the abbot, while Pei Yanzhen lived in the Huilong Pavilion opposite, Zhan Yue and the guardian guard the night.

The construction of Yongquan Temple is extremely unique. The entire monastery is surrounded by mountains and built on the jaws of the peaks. Experts call it the "Bird's Nest", so that the main body of the monastery is hidden, so whether the pilgrims walk or take a chariot No one can see the monastery. Even if you enter the mountain gate, you still can’t see the main body of the large-scale temple. It is said that if you enter the mountain, you don’t see the temple.

At night, not only did the rain not converge, but there was a tendency to intensify the turbulent pressure. The rain fell to the ground like a spring, and the waves washed the boulders behind the mountain. The bumps and waves were like drums and rumblings.

I sat in the Buddhist hall and copied the scriptures, and the carved wooden windows were half-covered and half-covered. From time to time, a flash of light struck the window, and the photos were as bright as day in the hall. I dipped a pen and filled it with ink. Promising law, like a dream bubble, like dew, like electricity, should be treated as such." The word "guan" was not finished yet, and I heard a loud noise outside the window, a shock in my hand, a stick of purple slipped off my hand, and the dark ink stained half of Xue Taojian.

The gray pigeon that flew down the window turned its slender neck, shaken off the rain, and found my place accurately, fluttered its wings and flew on my shoulder, I untwisted the wax seal on the pigeon's leg, put it Unfolding on the candlelight, a long thin small letter printed in the eyes...

Put the pigeons back to the rain curtain. I held the paper and stood for a long time in front of the window, until that spot of darkness fell into the night and nowhere to search, before turning around and calling the servant outside the door, "Go back to the Longge and invite the lord, just say I treated him to recite the scriptures together."

"Yes." The attendant led away.

But the time of a tea, I heard the footsteps outside the corridor getting closer and closer, and finally stopped abruptly outside the door, my heart was raised, and the wooden door squeaked softly at the next moment, "Miaoer, do you call me? "

After the person came in, he concealed the door. Because he was unfamiliar with the room in the mountain temple and could not see it, he stopped in the house after only two steps. If it was in the past, I would have stepped forward to help him, but at this moment, I stood behind the case and said nothing.

But seeing him gently raising his eyebrows, Chuchenjun’s face was slightly awaiting inquiry. At the next moment, a person stepped out from behind the screen. The Jinpao Huagui jade brought brilliance, but the smiling face all year round seemed cold at the moment. Sarcasm, raindrops are still on the jade crown.

"I want to invite the prince to drink tea."

Pei Yanzhen's face sank, and a row of silver needles shot at Song Xiyuan's location in an instant, but was completely blocked by Song Xiyuan's folding fan.

"Yeye really is not very good please." Song Xiyuan fan closed, no panic.

"Where is Miao'er?" Pei Yanzhen spoke again, without any fear on his face.

Song Xiyuan looked at me and seemed to signal my silence. I stroked the ink stain on my hand and replied: "Here." Song Xiyuan frowned, seeming to disagree, but I stubbornly said again: "I am naturally here Copy the Diamond Sutra." Pei Yanzhen listened to the sound discriminator to be extremely accurate, and the silver needle that shot at Song Xiyuan was iron proof. At this moment, I have spoken. If he hurts me with a dark weapon, I can't avoid it.

The flicking time was almost suffocating, instantaneous, but seeing Pei Yanzhen's bleak and almost transparent, it seemed to clear the ins and outs at once, thin lips twitched into a line, but no movement in his hand. And Song Xiyuan turned his head to show his eyes, and after the screen, a shadow-like master stepped in front of me and vigorously reached out to push me away.

At the next moment, I heard Pei Yanzhen sneer and said with a smile: "Vajra Sutra? Everything works, like a dream bubble, like dew, like electricity, should be treated as such. If I remember correctly, the Vajra Sutra should end with this sentence. Sure enough... Everything is like a dream bubble, it is hard to catch the electric dragons that are easy to pass...Miaoer, are they?"

I didn't answer. In the blink of an eye, Song Xiyuan had taken advantage of his moment of distraction and moved behind him. A folding fan went around his neck and pressed against Pei Yanzhen's throat.

"Yangye!" Zhan Yue broke into the house, but the next moment, two black shadow guards who dived from the side struck their necks with swords. Zhan Yue's fingers moved, and he could move in the future, so he heard Song Xiyuan said: "Zhan Shiwei No effort is required, Yongquan Temple is contained in the mountain jaws, the guards stationed outside the mountain gate have clairvoyant eyes and can't see the signal smoke here." He turned his head and said leisurely in the ear of Pei Yanzhen: "The prince really controls the eight directions, one Not only can Xiao Shoushan Tian Huang order countless imperial army, but also the army of neighboring countries can help. Song admires."

Pei Yanzhen didn't answer, only "cast" his eyes straight on my face, and for a long time he seemed to be a god, "Miaoer, this...is your revenge on me?"

I looked up at him and said indifferently: "Not all, I just want to help Xi Yuan."

The wind outside the window was heavy with rain, and the night wind entered the room through the gap of the window, making a whimpering whine. The clear spring-like eyes in the bleak autumn sound dried up instantly, as if the life door was hit by a blow, and the sadness was all over me. Don't open your eyes, listen to him smile and realize bleakly: "It turns out..."

At the next moment, Song Xiyuan raised and lowered his hand and patted Pei Yanzhen's shoulders and necks. The regent who immediately passed out was immediately taken by the shadow guard hiding behind the screen. Zhanyue turned around and stared at me fiercely before he came out of the house with the sword rack.

Song Xiyuan and I were the only two in the house, and the candlelight would be exhausted, and the night would return to the lonely, as if nothing had happened.

"Miao Miao, this was cut from the pool when I was here. You try it." Song Xiyuan took out a wet lotus with a rain stain from her sleeve and handed it to me.

I took it, put a lotus seed in the mouth, and a bitter bitterness spread from the tip of the tongue, spreading all over the body, and the pain caused me to tremble in my shoulder, almost to strike a spirit.

"Isn't it delicious?" Song Xiyuan also reached out and threw one into his mouth, and his eyebrows were all fixed in the next moment.

"Xi Yuan, don't forget you promised me."

Song Xiyuan glanced at me, and the corner of his mouth bent, laughing sadly and laughing at himself, "I will never forget it."

I looked at the broken string rain curtain outside the window and fell into too empty. When I recovered, I realized that a hand had been held by Song Xiyuan, "Miao Miao, but there is still a place to turn around?"

I slowly broke his fingers apart, "You know."

But when he saw his head and smiled, "Yeah, since Luoyang promised to help me that night, there will be no turning around, is it?" At the end, he sighed a long time, "The ex-husband, after all, can only be the last... …husband……"

Raising his head again, his face was full of unrestrained glamour, he shook open the folding fan and walked out of the room door, shaking three times, and hanging Erlang in his mouth sang: "Under the west cabin of the moon, the wind is half open. , Suspected to be a jade person. Sven is passionate and full of both? Gee, the little girl Qiu Bo turned around, and left, with a sweet shoulder on her shoulders, and only smiled at the flowers..."

I don't know how far I have gone, vaguely raising my hands and hugging my back to me.

"Miao Miao, thanks."

A word of thanks was nowhere to be found in the sound of pouring rain.

I closed my eyes and smiled lightly, and I was surrounded by nothingness...or copying or blaming...Today, I ended up reporting the four-character revenge for the Shen family for myself, but why is there no sense of joy in joy?

Pei Yanzhen's eyes before the coma were still in front of him. Sorrowful, silent.

Song Xiyuan clearly has gone away, but the Xixiang Xiaoqu seems to linger in the Guanyin Pavilion...

"In the surrounding mountains, a whip is still in the picture. The world is filled with anxiety, how can these small and large cars be loaded... Empty me through the bone marrow, Acacia is sick, how can she turn around in Qiubo! Xiaosheng, who is the Iron Man, also wants to provoke love..."

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