The person who came was not brother Huifan, so who was it?

Huiyun turned her head and curled her lips to her brother. She really wanted to cry but didn't dare. She felt so painful that it made people feel distressed when they looked at her.

Huifan was sweating profusely at the moment. He was busy behind him, but suddenly he heard someone telling what happened in the lotus pond. At first, he couldn't believe it. Fortunately, he rushed over and followed him.

Nowhere else, my younger brother was actually taken to the wall stone.

Although he didn't come here often, he heard from the old people in the temple telling several scary rumors. In short, it was not because of the monks who made a big mistake, and they would never bring people here.

Brother, what's wrong with you!

From afar, Huiyun still had the sweet smell on her body, and his head had already hung to her chest.

When he looked up, he saw the shop owner throwing Uncle Master to the ground, covered with dust.

"Ahem."

Huifan waved away the smoke and felt a little cold in his heart. He asked carefully: "Abbot, Xiaoyun..."

Seeing his brother's carefulness, the young monk who had been strong finally cried after a while.

Huifan gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud.

"Abbot, don't drive my brother away! It's okay to ask him to repent here for many years. Don't drive him away, okay, I beg you!" Huifan held his tears and begged word by word.

"Get up first, I didn't say anything."

The abbot smiled bitterly and helped Huifan up.

The latter is still very worried.

Speaking of this, Yi Ruchang, who was beside him, lowered his head and flicked his nails, thinking carelessly.

"Hey, you can say it well, feel more sincere, after all, I am just an outsider."

In line with the spirit of not being too serious about watching the fun, Yi Ruchang took the initiative to find a stone for himself, patted the gray seat, and watched the abbot's next actions very comfortably.

Understanding what he meant, the abbot smiled.

When he stroked his beard, the old monk smiled and introduced: "This is the place where my junior brother, your... your master faced the wall."

The ground was covered with dead leaves, and the wind blew up and hit Xuan'er, slashing the abbot's memory into an autumn.

Is autumn?

It was so cold, maybe it was winter. When he thought of this, he trembled and shook his head.

"Old man!"

This time, Yi Ruchang was quick to move, and quickly pulled him back to reality before he got into the divine sense.

"Get back to the truth, old man!"

"Oh, it's rude."

He smiled, apologized.

At this moment, a few monks began to gather in groups of three or three in the distance, and more and more people gathered.

Even on the roof, there is a thin gray robe that is always smiling.

Monk.

After rolling his eyes and thinking about it, Yi Ruchang recalled that it was the first day when he saw the monk who rescued them in Huangquan Temple.

Everyone conveyed their eyes to each other, either a pity, a curiosity, or a matter of nothing to do.

After thinking for a long time, the old monk finally smiled.

Everyone calmed down.

But he didn't say anything, but walked to Ningning, touched her head, and said kindly: "You, just be happy - Huiyun, so do you."

As he said that, he also walked to Huiyun and touched his head.

This attracted private criticism from all monks.

In private, some were disappointed, some were surprised, and some were questioned.

But no one spoke.

Only the old deputy of Huangquan Temple, who was far away, shouted loudly.

"I heard that the monks in the temple can drink privately, but Abbot Tang Tang said that you can do whatever you want, just be happy. Isn't this the rules of the temple not strict?"

Everyone looked in the voice, and it turned out that he was the only one who was willing to speak.

I immediately followed his gust of wind and spoke loudly, and there were all those who agreed and opposed it, but I never dared to stand up.

Only the gray-robed monk on the roof spoke and said, "It's a mistake--".

Another familiar opening remark.

He continued, "What's the matter? That's the matter with someone else's temple, let alone when the founding of the big Buddhism, who stipulated that it was not allowed to drink alcohol? Is this wine just fermented or rice? If it really penetrates your heart-wrenching intestines, it's considered a violation of the precept.

Old Deputy, indulging in dogma is never a kind of obsession!”

"you!"

The Huangquan Temple originally wanted to say a few more words, but after thinking about it, he shut up for some reason and did not continue to quarrel for the first time, but turned around and left.

Not to mention it any more.

However, the abbot nodded and praised the monk's actions.

"Yes, Ningning, if you are not considered a Buddhist, you will naturally not be punished. But Xiaoyun cleaned these ivy in front of the stone facing the wall and could go back to the room.

At this time, don't mention it again later."

Turning back, the abbot stressed again to the two.

It is also emphasized to everyone.

Huiyun was so shocked that she couldn't believe it. It was not until after listening to the debate between Huangquan Temple and the abbot, and when she heard the old monk's confirmation, she finally realized that she was forgiven!

The monk immediately burst into tears.

"Thank you, abbot."

"Thank you, abbot."

Both Huifan and Huiyun were so grateful that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Can't afford it for a long time.

Ningning, however, isn't

Of course.

She just took two steps back and touched her little head.

Nothing else, I always feel that my hair is touched by strangers, and I seem to feel that my hands are touching the top of her head.

No matter what, looking up, she skillfully asked Yi Ruchang if she had some candy on her body, after all, she was already hungry.

Yi Ruchang held his forehead: "In this atmosphere, do you ask me if there is any sugar suitable? But I really don't have one."

Ningning pouted and snorted, sticking out her tongue at him.

The abbot laughed and shook his head helplessly.

Then, he looked back at the tower deeply before finally turning around and leaving.

It murmured like singing a scripture—

"Senior brother, if I were asked to choose, I would definitely choose the innocent and romantic senior brother of thirteen years old.

You were the real Zen at that time.

Instead of following the suffocating cold dogmas, repeating scriptures day after day, hypocritical smiles hanging on your face, and monks who have left their hometowns."

It was probably because of the disadvantage that the old monk's low voice came into Yi Ruchang's ears.

I don’t know if it was the wind and sand that was confused or something, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The dullness of the storm was about to come was pressing on everyone.

Not long after, everyone dispersed, as if they had never gathered here.

Only the sound of the two brothers cleaning up the ivy one by one.

When Mo Li limped to the high ground, a gray figure disappeared from the roof.

He didn't care about anything else, knew what he had missed, and hurriedly followed, but he was seeing Yi Ruchang's eyes and looked deeply at the tower.

"gentlemen……

Is something wrong there?"

The owner of the shop did not speak, and there were memories in his eyes and some unbearableness until he looked at Mo Li seriously.

Mo Li swallowed nervously.

I thought he was going to say something?

Sure enough, immediately afterwards, Yi Ruchang touched his chin and thoughtfully—

"If there is a 'lost forest' in this temple, wouldn't it be a pleasure to dig a treasure cellar?

You said yes!"

After saying that, he asked him as if he was asking for advice.

Mo Li just turned around and left silently, and secretly scolded herself for being a little mean.

No matter what I asked, I heard nothing. Nothing was seen in the young Bao Qingtian Qun.

Behind Mo Li, Yi Ruchang kept his expression and looked back along the old monk's gaze just now.
Chapter completed!